Supernatural Season Three: A Dean Winchester Love Story

Dream a Little Dream of Me

Dream a Little Dream of Me

Kylie's POV

I pulled behind the rumbling Impala and placed my stolen vehicle into park before cutting off the engine. Sam had called earlier and said that Dean was headed to Dr. Gregg's office. He didn't want his brother to go alone so he took over Bobby duty so I could keep an eye on Dean.

I stepped out of the car, my black heel clicking against the cement just as Dean killed Baby's engine and got out. There was a look of surprise on his face as I adjusted my silky white top as best as I could.

"What are you doing here?" Dean asked as he pulled on his loose fitting tie.

"Sam called, said you might need some help." I took a few steps forward, meeting him the middle of the cars.

Dean rolled his eyes as he stuck his keys into his pocket. "Did he send you here to babysit me?"

"That depends," I smirked while crossing my arms, "do you need one?"

His green eyes flickered over my outfit, a hungry look crossing his face. "Always." He grinned before nodding towards the building. "Come on, the doc is waiting for us."

I followed behind him up the cement steps to Dr. Gregg's office. As much as I wanted to explore what was going through Dean's head, I forced myself to remember that we were doing a job. 

A job to save Bobby.

We were led into Dr. Gregg's office by an awaiting secretary who knew we were coming to meet the doctor's assistant. 

Boxes cluttered the already small room, papers scattered messily around what used to be the doctor's desk. I felt overwhelmed being in there, like the room was trapping me. It didn't help when Dr. Gregg's assistant entered the room, making the already small area seem even smaller.

"So you're Dr. Gregg's lab  assistant?" Dean questioned as he eyed up the younger man.

"That's right." Sanders nodded as he leaned against the nearest wall.

"His death must have come as a shock to you." I said as I picked up a packet of papers, skimming over the research while Dean headed towards the desk.

"Yeah, it did." He admitted, but the sorrow never met his eyes.

"Dr. Gregg uh . . . studied sleeping disorders? Dreams?" Dean questioned as he turned towards us, a book in his hand written by the deceased doctor.

"I don't understand." Sanders shook his head. "I went over all this with the other detective."

Dean and I shared a glance as he put the book back on the desk.

"You already spoke with another detective?" I asked curiously.

"Yes." Sanders nodded. "A very nice older man with a beard."

Bobby.

"Well, we'd love to hear it again if you don't mind." Dean gave a friendly smile, that  was more than likely fake.

"Thing is, I'm sort of of busy." The assistant said, glancing towards the door anxiously. "Maybe we could do this later?"

"Sure. Yeah." I glanced at Dean and shrugged. "We'll just bring you down to the station later this afternoon.

The hunter nodded, playing along. "Yeah, we can pick you up later this afternoon, and interview you there, get your statement on tape, do it all official-like."

Sanders rocked nervously on his toes before letting out a heavy sigh. "Look, okay, I didn't know about Dr. Gregg's experiments. Not until I was cleaning out his files."