An Unlikely Supernatural Relationship

Chapter 11: Ok, Maybe This Wasn't Such A Good Idea After All

I woke up to a splitting head ache, AH, ok, maybe one or two too many shots. I got up groaning and walk to the bathroom and start splash my face with warm water first to ease the head ache then with cold water to wake myself up. "Another day impersonating a FBI agent." I sigh to myself and get into the god damn uncomfortable FBI suit. Why do these things have to be so uncomfortable and make me feel so trapped? Ah well, I walk out to see Sam also already in his FBI gear on his laptop,
"How's your head?" He asks,
"Just peachy." I reply sarcastically, next minute there's a big, AH! FUCK! SON OF A BITCH AH! WHAT THE!?
"Deeeeaaan." Sam scolds, "What did you do." He continues on the same tone,
"What I had too." I reply truthfully, and then we hear a, DEEEEEAN!
"Dean!-" He yells'
"Sam before you continue let me explain." I interrupt, he sighs his reply and I continue, "She tired to sneak out last night, she was going to lure Quanrus away from this town, away from us." I pause between the sentences,
"She what?" He asks confused,
"I was coming back from the pub when I saw a figure climbing out of our room's window, thinking it was a vamp that had done something to you, I attacked it and put my machete to its throat the. I realised it was Vil, she didn't admit it at first, but she told me in the end." I explain, an another AH! DEEEAN!
"Damn it! Sneaky, she must of waited for me to fall asleep." Sam replies,

My POV

AH! MY FOOOT! AH BOTH MY FEET! God damn it Dean! Holy water, either he's being protective, or an ass, THAT STUFF BURNS, really bad, Ah! My feet now killing, I carefully open the door and step over the line of holy water and sit down quickly on a chair.
"Ow!" I exclaim in displeasure, "That stuff burns!"
"Yeah well, don't try and slip away and possibly get yourself killed next time." He says with a flash of a big smile. I sigh and take off my boots and socks, and chuckles at their shock when A, my throwing knives are revealed and how small my feet really are.
"I have small feet I know. The boots make them look bigger then they really are." I say and look at the bottom of them and winces as they're shining red and raw and sees the look of 'oooh, ouch' on both there faces and then the suspicious looks
"And when, were you going to tell us about those." Sam says pointing to the knives,
"Oh yeah, I forgot they were there, sorry, I made those adjustments for comfort and efficiency, I guess I did to good a job, and it's easier to access them and look like you're surrendering." I explain, Dean has a look that suggest he's going through the the scene his head and nods approvingly,
"Smart, although next time, don't let us find out by surprise ok?" He states, I nod,
"Wouldn't have any ice would you?" I ask,
"Sure." Sam says and heads to the kitchen,
"That, was douchey and nice at the same time." I say to Dean, he chuckles, how nice?
"You saved me from myself, knowing me, I wouldn't of cared if did get me, and, I wouldn't of fought to hard, mostly in anger and recklessly, tell me that's not suicidal." I sigh,
"That's a suicidal run alright." He agrees as Sam comes in and gives me the ice packs. I thank him, hold them against my feet and wince as the sudden coldness doesn't agree with my feet.

Dean's POV

I can't help but look at her. I don't know what is about her but it seems almost, familiar, it was her eyes, they were dark and it had very little do with colour, sure they were a dark brown, a chocolate brown, but I'm not referring to colour, they were dark like, dark dark, then it struck me on why it was so familiar, I saw that darkness every time I looked in the mirror. She's still not coming out with us, she should be safe here,
"So, agents, you going or what?" She asks as though she knew what I was thinking,
"Yes, and, well be back in less then an 3 hours so don't worry, we'll be fine. And besides, we never go unprepared." Sam say showing the machete he was hiding, I do the same, she sigh but nods and Sam and I head out, what could go wrong right? We get into the Impala and head into town, ok, we had to see the vics bodies too see exactly what we were dealing with, and what this 'other' maybe looked like, if witchcraft we needed to know what type. Sam and I walk up to the front desk,
"Sir, I'm special agent Wilters, this is my partner special agent Frankston." I state professionally as we show our badges,
"What can I do for you agents?" The policemen at the desk asks,
"We'd like to look at the bodies that have been recovered recently, we're on the case of the psychopath wasn't it, extremely strange things apparently." I continue,
"You're gonna have to see it to believe it, and, I'm glad you guys got involved, we're gonna need all the help we can get." The officer replies and takes us down, "Between you and me, I think that there's more then the work of a psychopath going on here." He whispers to us,
"What makes you say that?" Sam asks curious,
"You'll see." He says then speed walks away.

Ok, I get what he meant, that is, bad, Sam had just pulled out one body and oh man, this guy's insane and Sammy's looking a bit green around the gills,
"He's, he's, inside out, ok, his, in sides, are outside." I say looking away, son of a BITCH Vil wasn't kidding, "And, and, his, fingers, aren't fingers fingers, they're, they're, worms, big, fat, wriggling, worms, and his toes, aren't toes, they're, they're slugs,might, fat, squirmy, slugs, his, intestines, they're, just, a bunch of, worms, small, wriggling, squirming, worms." I continue trying very hard not to throw up
"I think I'm going to throw up." Sam States surly looking like it,
"Over there Sammy, not on me or the body." I state not feeling to well myself,
"Should we even DARE looking at the others?" Sam asks by his I can tell he's hoping like hell I agree,
"Yep that's enough." I say as I cover the body, GOD it stinks bad too, like, rotten eggs got sprayed on by a skunk, then that skunk got road killed on it, and left it in the sun for months, awesome.