Living with Dean and Sam.

Chapter Sixteen:

"This man, uh, did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage?" Sammy asked.

"What are you, nuts?" Max asked.

"He can't be nuts Mr Jaffey, he hasn't got any." I joke, Sammy giving me a glare.

"I like you Ma'am, your funny." Max smiled at me.

"Thank you sir." I replied.

"He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me." max continued.

"Thank you for answering our questions Mr Jaffey."

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"Really Emerson? Flirting with a witness?" I turned to Dean in annoyance.

"What the hell Dean? You flirt with like everyone. Ennit Sam?" I replied. My mind full of anger.

"Sorry but I'm not getting involved." Sam said getting in the car.

"You are such a hypocrite Dean!" I shouted getting in the back of the Impala. Dean huffed and sat in the driver's seat. "I wasn't flirting with him, I was being myself. And if you don't like me, then I'll leave." I muttered angrily as he started the car.

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"So here we are. George Phelps, seat 20C." Sammy said as we pulled up outside the house.

"Hmm. Man, I don't care how strong you are." Dean muttered as we got out of the car.

"Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight." He added.

"Not if you're human. But maybe this guy George was something else. Some kind of creature, maybe, in human form." Sammy smartly pointed out.

"Does that look like a creatures lair to you?" Dean asked, as we turned to the perfectly normal house.

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"This was your late husband?" Sam asked. Looking at the framed photograph.

"Yes, that was my George." Mrs Phelps replied.

"And you said he was a... dentist?" Dean assured.

"Mm-hm. He was headed to a convention in Denver. Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to go like that..." she mumbled.

"How long were you married?" Sam questioned.

"Thirteen years." Mrs Phelps answered.

"In all that time did you ever notice anything... strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?" Sam asked.

"Well...uh, he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean." I looked at Sam.

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We walked out the front of the house.

"I mean it goes without saying. It just doesn't make any sense." Sam pondered.

"A middle-aged dentist with an ulcer is not exactly evil personified. You know what we need to do is get inside that NTSB warehouse, check out the wreckage." Dean affirmed.

"Okay. But if we're gonna go that route, we'd better look the part." Sam replied.

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Sam and Dean went in the suit rental shop, whilst I went in the shop next door. I bought a black pencil skirt and a white button down shirt, finally adding a black blazer. I pulled my hair into a bun on my head and on my feet were Show Story Punk silver/black zip platform heels. I walked to the Impala and waited for the boys.

They soon walked out in their black suits, chatting amongst themselves. They hadn't noticed me yet until they walked closer. Sammy was the first to notice, his eyes widened.

"Holy hell. Emerson. You look-" he started but never finished.

"Wow." Dean muttered. Sam got in the car, leaving me and Dean. "Look, Emerson. I'm sorry, I admit I flirt a bit." I glared at him. "Okay, a lot. Can we be friends again?" I nodded and hugged him. "You look amazing by the way."