Supernatural Season Three: A Dean Winchester Love Story

Bad Day at Black Rock (3)

Bad Day at Black Rock (3)

Kylie's POV

Arriving at an apartment complex a few hours later, Dean pulled right up next to the car we had seen earlier on security footage from the storage facility.

Dean rolled down his window, peeking his head out to check the car's plates.

"Connecticut. Last three digits 8800." He read off.

"Yep, that's it." Sam nodded, leaning forward slightly to see out of Dean's window.

He clicked his tongue in disappointment. "Should've blacked out their plates before they parked in front of the security camera."

I let out a breathy chuckle. "So, we're definitely not dealing with big time gamers." I nodded. "Makes my day a little easier."

"Not like your day was that hard to begin with." Dean chuckled as he pulled around back.

"No," I said as we slipped out of the Impala, "but I'm getting a little too old to be kicking ass."

Dean scoffed as we made our way up the sidewalk. "I'm older than you are, and I don't feel over twenty."

"Really?" I asked, nodding my thanks to Sam as he held the door open for me, "Because I know for a fact your knees click every time you bend down, and you have a special lotion you put on your lower back."

He stopped and pointed a finger in my direction. "How'd you know about the lotion?"

I let out a laugh and shook my head. "You're a dumbass, you know that?" I pushed passed him, heading to the front desk to talk to management. 

"Can I help you?" The woman, who looked less than thrilled that I was pulling her away from her magazine, asked.

"Hi." I put on my best charming smile, leaning on the desk. "So, I'm here to surprise my brothers. See I've been away for a while and don't really remember which apartment they live in." I gave a chuckle, shaking my head slightly as if I was a dumb young girl.

The woman whose hair was a grey rat's nest, cocked an unkept eyebrow in my direction, clearly unamused with my childish act. She sat silently, waiting for me to continue.

"Right," I nodded showing her the picture of the two men on the security footage, "these are my brothers."

Her bored eyes looked from my face before slowly sliding down to my phone. It only took a minute to identify the thieves.

"Apartment 12." She said without any emotion in her voice.

"Thank you." I turned on my heels, the polite smile I once wore instantly dropped. "Let's go."

Sam gave me a warm smile, walking beside me while Dean led the way being the leader that he always was.

We stopped outside of the apartment, loading up our guns. Dean pulled out his signature colt, cocking it back before giving the nod to Sam and I.

I was surprised when Sam pushed me to the side, towards safety rather than out in the open.

He gave me a smile and a wink before quickly bringing up his boot and hitting the door.

The door swung open with wood cracking, the edges splitting and flying across the room.

"Freeze, Freeze! Nobody Move!" Dean demanded loudly as he and Sam stood in front of me, I had to stand on my tip toes just to see the two men.

They seemed to be lounging around, playing a game of poker at a small table, one of them was tending to a wound to their shoulder.

"Don't move!" Sam echoed his brother.