² Deception - Dean Winchester

Nine

Jenny awkwardly handed Lindsey a Kleenex, looking at Dean, who sat on the couch across from the crying girl.

"So. I'm sure you got a, a view of Angela that none of the family got to see. Tell me, what, what was she like? I mean, what was she really like?" Dean asked as Lindsey wiped her tears with the Kleenex, trying her best to smile.

"She was great." Dean hummed, looking over to Jenny as she sat down next to him. "Just great. I mean, she was so... so..."

"Great." The two hunters smiled in unison, and Lindsey nodded before going back to sobbing. Jenny took another tissue, slowly handing it to Lindsey.

"Guess you guys must have been really close, huh?" Jenny asked as the girl nodded, blowing her nose.

"We were. But it's not just her, it's Matt." Jenny looked at Dean, who shrugged. "Angela's boyfriend?"

"Right, Matt. What about him?" Dean frowned. Lindsey shook her head, as if she were still in disbelief.

"He killed himself last night. He cut his own throat. Who does that?"

"That's— awful." Jenny spoke quietly, clasping her hands together.

"He was taking Angela's death pretty hard, and I guess... I mean, he'd been messed up about it for days."

"Messed up how?" Dean asked, the two Hunters slowly leaning forward, hoping it would lead them to a true case.

"He kept saying that he saw her everywhere."

"Well, I'm, I'm sure that that's normal, I mean with everything that he was going through." Jenny nodded, looking to Dean as Lindsey shook her head.

"No, he said that he saw her. As in, an acid trip or something."

"Were Angela and Matt a happy couple? I mean, is there any reason that Angela would be angry with him?" Dean questioned. Lindsey gave him a confused look and shook her head.

"What? No, of course not, why do you ask?" He shrugged.

"Just asking. Where did Matt live?"

...

"See, we were right. There is something going on." Dean said with a partially excited look as they entered the motel room.

Sam was watching some strange erotica show before he quickly turned the tv off, tossing the remote across the room and turned to the two. Jenny and Dean stood in the doorway, staring at the young Winchester.

"Awkward." Dean mused, closing the door behind him.

"We're you watching Casa Erotica Four?" Jenny asked and pointed to the TV. Sam immediately shook his head.

"No! I wasn't."

"Right. Just like how you don't play World Of Warcraft." She pressed her lips together as Sam scoffed.

"I don't play that, either!" He defended, standing up. "Where the hell have you guys been?"

"Working our imaginary case." Dean smiled sarcastically, setting the keys to the impala down.

"And?"

"Well, you were right, we didn't find much." Sam nodded sympathetically, and Jenny waved a finger.

"Well you know, except for the part where Angela's boyfriend slit his own throat last night." Jenny commented and Dean nodded.

"But, you know, that's normal. Uh, let's see, what else. Oh, he was seeing Angela everywhere before he died. But you know, I'm sure that's just me transferring my own feelings." Dean continued as Sam sat back down.