Guided {Dean Winchester 4}

Chapter 17

Yellow Fever

I leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom, picking at the buttons of the white dress shirt I'd taken from Dean. "No."

Dean slipped out of bed, grabbing his boxers from the floor and pulling them on. "Well, you're just no fun."

"Oh, I'm wounded." I placed a hand over my heart as he walked over to me. He placed a hand on the baby bump, leaning down to kiss me softly. "I like the name Jude." I suggested as he pulled away and stepped into the bathroom. 

"I still think we should go with Dean Junior." He winked at me before turning on the sink and splashing cold water onto his face.

"No." I said. "You are no being helpful."

"Listen, you have a baby. I did my part. I'm gonna give him the last name too." Dean grabbed a towel, drying his face before stepping around me and moving to get dressed. "Sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but you wouldn't have gotten this far without me."

"Okay, tone down the ego, sir." I told him. "Come on, just come up with a name that isn't Dean Junior."

The door swung open just as Dean slipped a shirt over his head. He smiled, moving toward Sam, who held Evie. "How's my little girl?" He asked, taking her into his arms. "Was uncle Sammy super boring?"

"Dada." Evie giggled. She looked over at me, smiling. "Mama!"

"I want fifty bucks." Millie held out her hand.

Grabbing Dean's wallet from the jeans on the chair, I pulled out a bill and slapped it in her palm. "Thank you."

"Pleasure doing business with you." Millie tucked the money in her shirt.

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"Agent Tyler, Agent Perry, Agent Smith, meet Frank O'Brian." The coroner unzipped the body bag, revealing a dark haired man.

"He died of a heart attack, right?" Sam asked. 

"Three days ago."

"But O'Brian was 44 years old and according to this a marathon runner." Sam pointed out as he glanced down at the file in hand.

"Everybody drops dead sooner or later." The coroner shrugged. "It's why I got job security."

"But Frank kicked it here. Just yesterday, two perfectly healthy men bit it in Maumee, all heart attacks." Dean stated. "You don't think that's strange?"

"Sounds like Maumee's problem to me. Why does the FBI give a damn, anyway?"

"We just want to see the results of the autopsy, sir." I said.

"What autopsy?"

"The one you're gonna do." Dean told him.

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"First dead body?" The coroner asked as he sliced into Frank's chest.

"Far from it." Dean answered, arms crossed over his chest.

"Oh, good. Because these suckers can get pretty ripe. Hey, uh, hand me those rib cutters, would you?"

Dean grabbed the tool from the table, handing it to the older man. 

The sound of flesh tears and bones cracking filled the room. 

Dean pointed to Frank's left hand. "Is that from a wedding ring?" He asked, gesturing to the mark on his finger. "I didn't think Frank was married."

"Ain't my department." The coroner said. 

"Any idea how he got these?" Sam lifted the man's wrist to reveal deep gashes in his forearm.