TORN [A Dean Winchester Fanfiction]

Tech Support

The four of them sat at a booth, Sammie with his laptop out relaying details and Bobby and Scarlett looking over case files while Dean was looking through his dad's journal.

The small town they were in this time was in Montana, some old farming town. This issue was looking more and more like a haunting and Scarlett was about ready to get the hell out. There was only one thing she didn't mess with: ghosts.

"Well, in 1925 the owner hung himself and just a year later there was a robbery homicide where the remaining members of his family were killed... Then after that, around the anniversary of those events there are consecutive complaints, one year and the next and then they stop for 10 to 15 years before the next round." Sam read off his laptop, switching between tabs.

"Yep, that does it for me. Y'all have a good time and don't go getting killed ya hear me?" Scarlett stood as she spoke, leaning down to kiss Bobby's forehead.

"Wait, what about the case?" Dean asked looking up at her with his adorable confused expression.

"I don't do ghosts." She waved as she quickly exited the diner, avoiding follow up questions.

Dean wouldn't be that easy to get rid of though, he followed right behind her. His hand reached out and grabbed her wrist, not anticipating her speed. she was moving quickly so that when he grabbed her wrist, the force pulled her against his chest, her cheek coming to rest directly on the center of his chest. The wind escaped her mouth rapidly, her cheeks heating up as panic slowly rose, she forces herself off of him and then realizes that it's only Dean. A soft sigh of relief exits her wind pipe and Dean pales as he realizes what her initial thought had been. He involuntarily pulls her back to his chest, hugging her tightly.

"I didn't mean to frighten you."

"I know, it's okay. Sometimes I'm just jumpy," her voice is slightly muffled by his bicep as she soothes his anxious plea for forgiveness without actually realizing it.

"Do you have to go?" His voice is soft even though no one was around to hear him and they were both hidden and silenced by a wall to those inside the diner.

"That depends on what you mean by have to..." her rely, although vague, have him some sort of answer and he knew not to push too much.

"Well, how about you just investigate with us and we'll do all the killing and actual ghost hunting? You could be..." he paused, looking for the right word. He spoke, his tone staying soft, "tech support."

A soft giggle was once again muffled against his bicep, as he was still holding her to his chest. Her hands rested on his back, just below his shoulder blades. "Okay okay fine, I'll stay. But you better believe that I am not going into that building under any circumstance."

He smiled at her muffled voice, holding her for a second longer. "Good, but we should get back now."

She released his as he released her, she fixed her hair and then went back into the diner with him.