The Butterfly effect {Dean Winchester X OC}

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Peoria, Illinois

    Sam and Milena were sitting in their motel room. Blues music was playing on the radio as they worked. The walls are covered in maps, hand-written notes, and a missing poster of Ava. Sam was on the phone with Ellen while Milena was on her computer doing research or anything that could find Ava.

"Yeah. okay. Thanks, Ellen." Sam said, hanging up as Dean walked into the room.

He looked at his brother, "What'd she have to say?"

"Oh, she's got nothing. Me. I've been checking every database I can think of-federal, state, and local. No one's heard anything about Ava, she just... into thin air, you know. Mils, you found anything?"

Milena shuts her laptop as Dean gives her a coffee, "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. What about you?"

"No, same as before. Sorry, man." he said looking at Sam.

Sam grabbed his cup, "Ellen did have one thing. A hotel in Cornwall, Connecticut. Two freak accidents in the past three weeks."

"Yeah? What's that have to do with Ava?"

Milena took a sip of her coffee then looked at the oldest Winchester, "It's a job. I mean, a lady drowned in the bathtub; then a few days ago a guy falls down the stairs, head turns a complete one-eighty. Which isn't exactly normal, you know? Look, I don't know, Dean, it might be nothing, but Sam told Ellen we'd think about checking it out."

"You did?" Dean asked his brother.

"Yeah. You seem surprised."

Dean nodded, "Well yeah, it's just, you know. Not the, uh, patented Sam Winchester way, is it?"

Sam looked at him confused, "What way is that?"

"I just figured after Ava there'd be, uh, you know, more angst and droopy music and staring out the rainy windows, and–" Milena and Sam gave him a look, "Yeah, I'll shut up now."

Milena smiled and crossed her arms, "Dean, you just came up with a cheesy teen movie." Dean gave her the finger and she laughed.

"Anyways, look. I'm the one who told her to go back home. Now her fiance's dead and some demon has taken her off to God knows where. You know? But we've been looking for a month now, and we've got nothing. So I'm not giving up on her, but I'm not going to let other people die either. We've got to save as many people as we can." Sam told them.

"Wow. That attitude is just way too healthy for me, and I'm officially uncomfortable now. Thank you." Sam and Milena laughed at him. "Alright, call Ellen. Tell her we'll take it."

"Okay, Ms. Chick flick, come on, let's pack."

Dean scoffed at the blonde and got up with his coffee in his hand. Milena started laughing when he sadly walked towards his stuff.

***

Milena was sitting in the back of the Impala with her sketchbook again. She didn't draw the boys, she just started drawing what mood she felt. She looked outside and there was fog in the air. She sighed and started sketching. Dean parked the Impala in front of the inn. They get out of the car, "Dude, this is sweet. I never get to work jobs like this."

"Like what?" Milena asked, confused.

"Old school haunted houses, you know? Fog, and secret passageways...sissy British accents. Might even run into Fred and Daphne while we're inside." he closed his eyes briefly, "Mmm, Daphne. Love her."

Milena turned to Dean, "Would you like me to talk like this for the rest of the trip?" she asked in a very good British accent.

Dean looked at her shocked, "When did you get a British accent?"