Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
A/N: Hey, so, I'm just playing around with things for future references so that's why we have a Dean pov today. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter Sixteen - Home
"Baby doll, just admit you love me already."
Dean's pov
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"All right, I've been cruising some websites," I began as I sat by the window, across from Capri.
"We don't want to hear about the porn you've been watching," Capri said. "So fuck right off."
"I think I've found a few candidates for our next gig," I continued, shooting her a glare. "Fishing trailer found off the coast of Cali, it's crew vanished. And, uh, got some cattle mutilations in west Texas." I looked over to find Sam not paying attention. "Hey, am I boring you with this hunting evil stuff?"
"No, I'm listening," Sam insisted.
"Yeah, well, if you're boring, you're boring. Doesn't matter what you're talking about." Ria shrugged. She stood, moving across the room to the coffee pot.
I watched her for a moment, eyes following her swaying hips and drifting to her hardly covered ass in those tiny shorts I'm not sure would be considered clothing anymore. I tapped the pen against the side of the table as my eyes moved back upward, landing between her shoulder blades. Her hair was pulled into a bun, reminding me of the cigarette scars that littered her back, going from her shoulder blade down about halfway.
Anger flared inside of me at the thought—at the thought of someone hurting her when she didn't deserve it. I mean, sure, she was annoying on occasion but no one deserved that.
"Keep going," Sam told me.
I turned back to the computer in front of me. "And a Sacramento man shot himself in the head...three times." I held up three fingers. I waved my hand around, failing to get his attention. "Any of these things blowing up your skirt, pal?"
"Wait, I've seen this," Sam said, staring down at the motel notepad he's been drawing on for the past hour.
"Seen what?" I asked.
Sam stood, moving to grab Dad's journal.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Either he's about to write down his deep, intimate feelings or read about the time your father killed a Dingo in Minnesota," Capri-Sun said.
"Wendigo, Red," I corrected as she turned to face me once more, leaning against the countertop.
"That's what I said, Winchester," she lied, setting a hand on her hip. It was infuriating and endearing all at once, and it pissed me off.
