Star Fall / Book One (SPN Fan Fiction)

Chapter Three

The Winchester's pull into motel parking lot, bursting in through their room.

"Cas?" Sam called out, glancing around. "Castiel?"

"Sam." Both boys turn to see the angel.

"Cas, what the hell was that?" Dean snapped. Cas wore an immensely puzzled look.

"What do you mean? Where's the hunter?"

"In her mansion of a house, sipping coffee because she's NOT a HUNTER!"

"You're mistaken. I'm certain it's her."

"Well, maybe you had the wrong address." Dean slung his words, taking a beer from the fridge.

"He's right, Cas. I don't think she's a hunter, she freaked out on us." Sam elaborated.

"She's a very...stubborn, woman. She's resisted help for a long time, but she's running out of that now."

"Remind me why are we trying to protect someone who doesn't even want it?" Dean says sourly, crumpling the bridge of his nose, waving his hand away as he comes to terms with the answer.

"I'll talk to her."

"Cas-" Sam took a seat on one of the beds as Castiel flew off. Watching Dean shrug his shoulders at his disappearance.

"Now what?" He muttered, leaning himself against the counter.

"Well, we're in Seattle, we could hunt. There's always something crawling around here." Sam noted.

"Search it up, nerd boy." Dean hurrahed, raising his beer in the air before swigging it. Sam opened his laptop and began researching.

"Check this out, looks like Seattle's got some werewolves lurking around. Seems worth checking out."

"Let's go nick some wolves." Dean declared. Sam stood and bagging their weapons. The Impala sped off down the road.

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"Do we really need to stop here before we hunt?" Sam bullies, his thin brows tight.

"Yes. Sammy. We might as well talk to some of the ladies here incase they've seen anything. The last wolf attack was only a few miles away." He reminded, hiding a goofy grin as he opened the door to the Cat Scratch Club. The boys both approach the nearest bar.

"Hi, I'm agent Parker, this is my partner, Agent Wilkins. Can I speak with your manager?" The bartender took one look at the badge, and nodded, walking off into a back room. Quickly reappearing with a bulky man in a red silk button up shirt.

"Agents, Tommy Valer." He introduced.

"Nice to meet you Tommy, I'm Agent Parker and this is Agent Wilkins. We're with the FBI." Dean shook Tommy's hand, as did Sam. He smiled and placed his hand on Sam's back. "My partner here just wants to ask you a few questions, and I just wanted to let you know I'll be interviewing some of your employees for a preliminary investigation involving a missing girl."

"Of course. Not a problem, Agent." Tommy agreed. Dean patted his brother's back and nodded, smiling as he followed the nearest lady that caught his eye. Leaving Sam alone with the club's owner. Smiling half heartedly. Dean wondered for a while, going from girl to girl. Flashing his badge, flirting, enjoying himself.

"So, do you have a gun?" A girly, breathy voice questioned, twirling her hair in her finger tips. Dean smiled, leaning his elbows on the table.

"I do..would you like to see it?" The dancer giddily sat up, nodding her head, letting her eyes roam his lap. Dean moves back his suit jacket to reveal his silver pistol tucked in the lining of his pants. She giggled and oo'd at him, her fingers reaching over to touch. Dean's senses heighten, feeling a pull that lifts his head, just as a presence walks by. Her short red hair swaying as she walks, her back piercings visible through her skimpy crimson lingerie. He stood, following her, leaving the other woman in question. "'Scuse me, miss." Dean touched the dancers shoulder and she halted, his fingers running down her arm. She rotates to him, her eyes following up Dean's body. "Hi there, Kitten." He says, really turning up the charm. Roaming her rocking body.