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...
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"Has your brother always been so...um, wonderful?" the woman asked as we sat in the dark vault.
The power had been cut, meaning the AC was off, meaning I was hot and irritated, which did not bode well for the people in the room with me. I had long since ripped the jumpsuit off of my body, leaving me in my jeans and shirt.
She had been following Sam around as he paced, rambling on about how great Dean is.
It was nauseating.
Sam too had taken off his disguise, looking rather uncomfortable with the woman asking about Dean.
"I mean, staring down that gun," she continued. "And you know the way he played right into that psycho's crazy head, telling him what he wanted to hear?"
I rolled my eyes.
"Ria," Sam mumbled, shooting me a 'don't cause a scene' look.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
"I mean, he's like a real hero or something." She chuckled.
"Please?" I asked Sam.
For a moment, Sam contemplated letting me ruin it for her. He shrugged.
"Finally," I muttered. "Listen here, sister--"
Before I could continue, the vault door slid open.
"Oh my--You saved us!" she exclaimed as Dean peeked inside.
He's always ruining everything. I was just about to tell her off and ruin his reputation.
Buzzkill, I swear.
Another thing to add to the con list. Right next to the fact that he is an actual con artist.
Yeah, it's looking like an inevitable breakup to me.
"Actually, I just found a few more." Dean had a pistol held in his hand as he stepped to the side to usher a few more people inside the room.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Sam, Ria, look, Ronald and I need to talk to you." Dean nodded, beckoning us forward.
"I should punch you in the balls for making me sit here with her," I muttered as I walked past him and out of the vault.
"Missed you too, baby doll," he replied, smacking my ass.
Dean shut the door to the vault after Sam.
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"It shed its skin again," Dean said, pacing the dark lobby floor. "We don't know when. Could be in the halls, the vault."
