✮ 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐭 ✮ | Dean Winchester

15. Hot Wings

There had been a few more cases, the typical weird shit. Like a guy quite literally disappearing into thin air.

Things had been quiet, unfriendly. There was brotherly bickering and conversations between Sam and Dean, yet minimal words from Vinnie.

She wasn't sure how to approach Dean, or if she even had the strength to do so. So, she stayed quiet.

The trio made their way to Chicago, eventually ending up in Illinois.

They were impersonating a group from an alarm company, blue handyman jumpsuits and all.

"All right, Dean, this is the place." Sam said. Dean approached the two with a metal pail.

"I've got to say, me and dad did just fine without these stupid costumes." Dean replied, "I feel like a High School drama dork."

Vinnie looked at him with a partial glare, "Hey!"

He glanced at her in confusion, "What?"

"I was in drama." She replied, narrowing her eyes.

He looked around, thinking, "You were?"

"Yeah, in the first semester of Senior--" She paused, "Oh, wait... I remember now, you wouldn't know that, because you ditched the night of Junior Prom, never came back and never called." Vinnie glanced at him and walked off, stayinv five feet in front of the boys.

"Dude, you did what?" Sam looked at Dean.

Dean swallowed thickly and flattened his lips into a tight line.

Sam shook his head in disbelief, "Jesus. I'd still be pissed. You never called? I'm surprised she's even here right now."

Dean sighed heavily, "Me neither! I don't know how to make things up to her."

"Well, maybe try getting to know her." Sam suggested.

Dean scoffed in response. "Get to know her? It's Vinnie, I know her."

Sam sighed, "Did you ever wonder why she's so close to Moth? Why that cat is basically a service animal? Why she doesn't talk about her parents? The scars?"

"Those scars could be anything..." Dean mumbled.

"I think you need to pay better attention to things, Dean." Sam said, shoulder checking his brother and speeding up to walk beside Vinnie.

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"Thanks for letting us look around." Sam said as an older woman let them into an apartment where a strange death had occurred.

"The police said they were done with the place, so…" The woman explained.

"Thank you, again. We won't take up anymore of your time, have an amazing day." Vinnie said with a smile, cutting their time together short, so that the three could get investigating.

She entered the livingroom and the scent of copper met her nose, she looked down to see blood splattered everywhere.

By now she was almost desensitized to bloodbaths, which was a sick thing to say, but unfortunately true.

Dean observed Vinnie from afar, watching her every move. The way her icey blue eyes flickered from object to object in the apartment. The way her nose scrunched up when she first entered the living room, the way her arms swung around as she grew bored of the lack of evidence of literally anything at all.

He chuckled softly to himself, in some ways she was still that same girl he knew all those years ago, yet in other ways she was almost unrecognizable.

He liked the way her wavy locks of hair bounced as she walked, the way her lips curled up when she would smile, or the way she got polish all over her fingers when she would paint her nails.