Nothing else Matters

Chapter 82

He told us how they met. "Sadly, there are only two positions open for personal trainers," Larry said, telling us that they were hiring before looking at Dean and asking if he was willing to work in another department. When I saw him that afternoon, I fell to the ground laughing. "Stop it, Kee. Come on." Dean wasn't amused. "You do realize you're wearing a hairnet," I said, trying not to die from laughter. "What's going on?" Sam asked above me. "Kaylees been ridicoulus." Dean grumbled while Sam helped me up from the floor; he wore a tank top and shorts, while I wore black leggings and short tops. "Why do I get to be the lunch lady?" Dean complained. "Why are you complaining about being around food?" I asked back, fixing my top. "This isn't food." Dean scoffed, which got another staff member's attention. "Hey, newbie, quick flirting and scooping," he yelled.

Sam checked his watch. "It's fine. I have to leave for my yoga class." Sam said, turning to leave. "How do you know so much about Yoga?" Dean asked. "You're not the only one who dated somebody bendy," Sam said, walking away while I followed him, trying to contain my laughter. Sam and I walked over to the classrooms; the people were already there patiently waiting for me; after a light greeting and introducing myself, I started my class with some light stretching. "Alright, hold this position for one minute," I said but was interrupted by a lady telling me they only had to hold it for 30 seconds. "Oh yeah, that's fine for the beginning." I smiled, getting up from my mat. "I'm coming around. Look how you guys are doing, alright?" I walked around, and one of the shirts moved up, revealing a funny mark that both victims had, plus the girl from the gym; finally, the class finished, and after I said goodbye to the class, I saw Sam and Dean waiting in the hallway. "Sheriff Hanscum is here. She almost rated us out were going to talk to her." Sam told me. "Im coming with you." I immediately said. We met her in her room, and she was shocked to see us. I leaned against a desk. "Im sorry for bailing on you, fellas. I waited half a year to get into Canyon Valley, but it's worth it. I already lost ten pounds." she happily said. "In one day?" I asked her, and she nodded. "No offense, sheriff, you look great, but aren't you curious how fast you lost that weight?" Dean asked who was sitting on the other side of the room. Sam and I were leaning against the wall. "To tell you the truth, agent, I don't give a flying fudge. My husband left me last year because I love Cookie dough milkshakes more than him," she said. It was sad to hear why she was here. "Im so sorry to hear that. You deserve better. I lost my boyfriend to a nasty fire." I told her that the thought of talking about Ash was not funny. "Im so sorry. You know we both had bad times, but don't eat your pain, huh." she reached to take my hand, patting it softly before letting go. She looked over to Sam and Dean. "But why exactly are you doing here?" she asked all three of us. "We undercover," Dean told her. "I kinda got that," she said, smiling. "We believe that there is a connection between Canyon Valley and the murders in town," Sam added to what Dean had said. "What kind of connection?" she asked curiously. "Suction marks." I told the Sheriff, "I found one on one of my peeps in my Pilates class." I whispered to Sam and Dean. "Yeah, I found three in my Yoga class. "You mean like this?" she asked, raising her shirt; she had the same suction mark. "Yeah, where did that come from?" Sam asked her. "My spa treatment. Cupping," she said, but that was weird. "Cupping?" Dean and I asked at the same time. "Yeah, I thought it's gonna hurt, but I snoozed through the whole thing, and when I woke up, I was two dress sizes down," she said. "Before cupping, did you eat any of that pudding?" Dean asked. "Licked the bowl clean." she nodded. "Donna, do you know who did this treatment?" Sam asked, and I waited for her answer. It was a surprise to all of us; it was Maritza. We quickly thanked her, and while Sam was looking for Larry, Dean and I searched for Maritza, finding her in the kitchen at a fridge that stored human fat. "That's gross, don't you think, brother?" I asked with my gun ready to shoot; she turned around, shocked, in the middle of dumping the inside into a trash. We took her with us to a private room where Dean tied he to a chair while I stood guard at the door. "Alright, talk," Dean demanded while I slowly approached my brother. "Im not a killer. It isn't what you think." she pleaded. "What the hell are you then?" I asked, annoyed. "Im a Pishtaco," she explained. Dean and I shared a confused look. "A what?" I asked, even more confused. "A Pishtaco, it's a Peruvian fat sucker." Finally, this said something to me. "I heard about those harmless, only eating fat, and normally don't kill." I mumbled more to myself. "Exactly why Larry and I started Canyon Valley: to help people lose weight and I could feed at the same time," she said in a teary voice. "Yeah, except two were disowned to death," Dean said. I smacked him for the rude comment. "That wasn't even me. It was Alonso, my brother." she finally admitted and told us how she and her brother came here, and while he couldn't contain his hunger when Sam called wanting to know where we were, minutes later, he arrived with bad news.