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Chapter 7: Sex and violence

Y/n's POV

I was on my way back from getting some coffee and doughnuts for my brothers and I because there was no way that we wouldn't stop for these anyway. So, I thought I might as well get it out of the way and save some time and let my brothers sleep as much as they could considering the last few weeks. I was also wondering how Cas was doing. I haven't seen him these last few weeks. I kind of wished I had, just being around him somehow makes me be calmer and that's important with the stressful job I have. I hope he didn't get in trouble for when he hesitated to knock me out or that he's not hurt when Alastair almost pulled a uno reverse on him. I wish he could have a damn phone so I'm not worrying half of the time.

As I open the motel room door, I make sure to be extra quiet to not wake Sam and Dean. I look to the beds and see Dean in one but not Sam. Then I hear his voice from the bathroom. "Yeah, that's what I'm telling you. No storms, no bad crops, nothing." Demon signs? Who was he talking to this early in the morning? I was sure it was not Bobby because I knew he just got done with a pretty nasty werewolf case and was properly sleeping off the beer and coffee along with exhaustion. I try to stand still to not warn Sam then I hear sheets moving and look to see Dean awake listening to the same interesting conversation. "Yeah, okay. We'll keep looking. You keep looking too, OK? All right. Talk soon."

Sam finished and was coming out of the bathroom. I ran back to the door to make it look like I had just got back and slammed the door loud. "Hey guys I got coffee and doughnuts for us." I said placing the drinks and food down on the table trying to sound normal. They both kind of looked at it like I had just gotten a five-star steak meal. They both come over grabbing some joe and a pastry. "Thanks Y/n/n" Dean said, stuffing his face with sprinkles falling out as a result. "Yes, thank you Y/n" Sam replied, grabbing a cup of joe and got a half of a doughnut with him being a health nut and all. "So, were you both sleeping?" I asked, trying not to seem obvious. "Dean was, I was in the can." "Really" Dean and I both replied.

"Yeah guys, you want me to draw you a picture?" "Nah We'll pass I think." I said sitting on the bed trying not to think about the secret convo in the bathroom. "Found a job. Bedford, Iowa. Guy beat his wife's brains out with a meat tenderizer." Sam said, handing us a newspaper about the story. "Oh my gosh." "And get this. Third local inside two months to gank his wife. No priors on any of 'em, all happily married." "Once is sad and disturbing but three is a pattern." I said looking at the man in the picture looking very happy with his now very dead wife. "Ahh. Sounds like Ozzie and Harriet." Dean said, grabbing the newspaper from me. "More like The Shining." Sam replied with a smirk. "All right, well I guess we'd better have a look." Dean said moving to the bathroom to get ready for the day and me failing to not think about who the Hell was Sam talking to.

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Currently we were sitting in the integration room with the man of the hour. He kept on ignoring eye contact like he was ashamed to look at us. "Why does the PD keep sending you guys? I already said I don't want a lawyer." "They're lining up the firing squad." Dean replied, staring the man in the eyes. "I'm pleading guilty." He said back to us. "All right, look, you don't want us to represent you, that's fine. In fact it's probably not a bad idea, between you and me. We just wanna understand what happened, that's all." "Mr. Benson. Please." I said trying a softer approach with him. "What happened was, I killed my wife. You wanna know why? Because she made plans without asking me." Well, there is another reason to not to date. "Now when it happened, how did you feel? Disoriented, out of control?" Sam asked. "Like something was telling you or possessed you to do it?" I said. "I knew exactly what I was doing. I was crystal clear." He replied with no stuttering, it was chilling. "Then why'd you, do it?" Dean asked. "I don't know. I loved her. We were happy." I brought some papers out on the table of his bank statements and tapped on them. "For a man who loved his wife you were sure spending a lot of secret money on 'M & C Entertainment'." "I don't know what you're talking about." Come on dude you murdered your wife the least you can do is tell the truth.