Fallen Idols
Dean's hand was on my waist as we walked into the police department.
"Sheriff Carnegie." Sam greeted.
"Sheriff, what happened?" Dean added.
"I, uh...I don't know." Rick admitted. He gestured to the conference room just beside us where two teenage girls sat.
We made our way inside.
"Excuse us, girls. Hi, we're with the FBI." Dean introduced.
"Can you tell us what happened?" Sam asked.
"It was horrible." The one girl said as tears brimmed her eyes.
"Way horrible." The other added.
"What was horrible?" Sam asked.
"I thought she'd be nice." The first girl stated.
"I still can't believe it." The other glanced over at her friend.
"What?" I asked. "Believe what?"
"She took Danielle."
"Who?" Dean asked.
The two girls shared a look.
"It's okay, you're safe. Just tell us, who took your friend?" Sam asked.
"It was...Paris Hilton."
"Sorry?"
"She looked really good though."
"Skinny." The other girl nodded her head.
"Skinny and fast."
"Wha--? Huh?" Dean asked.
"Where did they go?" Sam asked.
"We don't know." The girl shook her head.
"They just vanished." Her friend added.
"Would you excuse us for just a minute?" Dean asked as we stepped out into the hall. "Paris Hilton's not dead as far as we know, right?" He whispered.
"Pretty sure, no." Sam replied.
"Which means it's not a--?"
"Ghost. No."
"So then what the hell is going on?" I asked.
"So either Paris Hilton is a homicidal maniac--" Dean began.
"Or we missed something." Sam filled in.
"What do you wanna do?"
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Dean and I sat outside of the coroner's office, waiting for Sam and Millie.
"Careful, before you fall into the bushes." Dean caught Evie by the back of the shirt as she walked atop the bench where we sat.
"Nu-uh." Evie replied.
"Uh-huh. Come here, rugrat. Sit still." Dean pulled her into his arms.
"I can't believe I missed it." Sam said as he and Millie walked down the stairs, reaching us.
"Missed what?" Dean asked, standing.
I stood, adjusted Wyatt on my hip. "You know what we're dealing with?"
"Went back over the other two vics. There was blood loss, major." Sam stated as we walked down the street.
"Being a gory smear will do that to you." Dean shrugged.
"Which is what I said." Millie agreed.
"No, I mean, more blood loss than a car crash or a head wound should cause. Almost like--" Sam began.
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Cursed {Dean Winchester 5}
Fanfiction"If I die--" I began, voice quiet, barely above a whisper. "Don't say that." Dean cut me off, resting his head against mine. "You won't. I won't let you. You aren't dying. Not on my watch." A sigh slipped past my lips as I shut my eyes. "Show me you...
