Not Just the Family Business

Hey Jealousy

"You know, we could just head back to the motel." Sam raised his brows. Dean had texted for us to meet them at a bar. We were stuck walking there.

I shook my head. "Samuel, we're on a hunt."

"That wasn't stopping you earlier, Melanie," Sam said.

My cheeks grew warm in the cool night air. "Well, it is now. Besides, I think we're close to something here."

"Fine, I can wait." Sam looped his fingers through mine. "I've got all the time..."

A stone dropped into my stomach. It was an innocent phrase, so why was it devastating? From the change in Sam's step and posture, I knew he felt the same. He might, but I don't. No, don't go there now. You need to stay sharp.

As Bobby's car came into view, I turned to Sam. "I have an idea."

"What's that?" His impish smile returned to his face.

"Go bang on the window. They won't see you coming. I wanna watch them jump out of their skin." I grinned.

Sam let go of my hand as he snuck up behind Bobby's car. Dean leaned forward, and I thought for sure he saw Sam in the side mirror, but he was just grabbing the photo of our mystery man. As soon as Sam's fist collided with the window, both Bobby and Dean jumped to the left to see who it was. I laughed with Sam and raced to join him in the back seat.

"Oh, yuck it up," Bobby said.

"That's not funny." Dean glared at me in the rearview. I poked my tongue out at him. "What'd you find on John Doe?"

"His name is Walter Rosen." Sam adjusted in the seat to press up against me so he could drape his arm around my shoulders. "He's from Oak Park, west of Chicago."

"Get this, he disappeared about a week ago." I leaned against Sam.

"It's a good bet," Sam said. "So, what? He just walks up to someone, touches them, and they go stark raving psycho?"

"Those demons that got out at the gate..." Bobby shook his head. "They're gonna do all kinds of things we haven't seen."

I sighed. "You mean the demons we let out."

Dean leaned forward. "Guys." We all spotted the redhead getting out of his car. "Alright. Showtime."

"Wait a minute." Bobby kept his eyes trained on Walter.

Dean's hand slowly fell from the door handle. "What?"

"What did I just say?" Bobby was in dad mode. "We don't know what to expect out of this guy. We should tail him till we know for sure."

"Oh, so he kills someone and we just sit here with our junk in our hands?" The defiant son has returned. Thanks, Dean.

"We're no good dead!" Bobby fought with himself to keep his voice down but still commanding. "And we're not gonna make a move until we know what the score is."

Two other people caught my eye as they argued. "Hey, Bobby, I don't think that's an option."

"Why not?" Bobby turned his head to face me.

I nodded at Tamara and Isaac who were headed for the bar.

"Damn it!" Bobby shouted.

By the time we got our equipment out of the car and headed for the entrance, someone had boarded up the door. Tamara and Isaac were in there with God knows how many demons. While Bobby and Dean continued to bang on the door trying to get it to open, Sam and I searched the building for another way in. Anything we found was also locked.