The tension from Dean and Kyiah's kiss has only grown stronger. Keeping it on the low from Sam by poorly covering their wildly burning attraction with enticing snide comments. After all, neither of them wanted to admit to the other what they were feeling. The typical alpha agenda of a damaged hunter. Don't fall in love.
The three of them continued hunting in small towns, only taking on basic targets, some demons here and there, a local windego camp, even a run in with a regular human. But nothing could have prepared them for what came next.
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Sam cooked up some breakfast, made a pot of coffee, and joined Dean in the study.
"Hey. Get any sleep?" He asks in concern, taking a seat near his zombified brother. Setting a coffee and a plate of eggs with toasted jam in front of him. Dean lifts his exhausted head exposing the bags under his eyes, his hair in bed headed disarray.
"Uh, no. But I did find something; Over the past two months four pregnant women in their third trimester reported losing their fetuses before birth. One women claims her fetus was ripped out of her stomach by and unseen force." Sam raised his brows in attention. "Extra weird? Is that all four women claim they were virgins."
"Okay, what are you thinking? Some kind of, kid eating monster?" Sam asks, turning the computer to read the article. Dean kind of shrugged, taking a bite of toast.
"Good morning." Kyiah's voice arose, bringing both boys to see her. Perched at the steps of the library in a flattering, v-neck solid grey top, a fitted leather bomber jacket, dark jeans and simple combat boots. Her hair half up in a messy bun, holding her own cup of overly sugared coffee in her black painted nails. "What are you guys doin'?"
"Dean may have found us a case." Sam says casually. "Seems worth checking out."
"If I heard correctly, there was the mention of fetuses?" She asks on the approach. Seting down her mug to read the article between them. "There's a Pagan God by the name of Bona Dea. She's known as the goddess of fertility." Kyiah spoke, leaning her chest over the top of the chair. Her midnight crystal necklace daintily swinging. Both pairs of eyes on her as Dean chews his eggs. "She's also, in a paradox, the goddess of chastity and virginity. And often has a hand when it comes to broad scope uterus brutally." Kyiah moved her hand to brush the modest bangs from her face.
"Maybe she's pissed." Sam offered, leaning forward a bit. His eyes respectively fall over her chest before looking directly up at her. Dean foolishly grins behind another bite, entertained with watching Sam struggle to keep his gentlemanly composure.
"Maybe it's a revenge streak." He said with his mouth full.
"Yeah, but why?" Sam bounced off. Kyiah shrugs at his request, straightening back up.
"Guess we'll have to find out." She moves, leading Dean to follow her trail with his eyes. Picking up his coffee.
"I'd like to find out how you-" Dean whispered behind his mug.
"What was that?" She acknowledges loudly, turning on her heels wearing an innocent expression. He inhales, flustered, unsure how she'd even heard him.
"Just, said we should check it out." He covered, leaning back in his chair.
"Perfect." She lifts her chin. "Who was the last victim?" She queries, now at the head of the table. Sam sat up, skim reading the monitor.
"Uhh, a women named, Camille Deliv." Kyiah gives a nod, sipping her coffee.
"So, it's settled. Dean will visit the coroner about the latest baby murders to see if there's anything whack. And Sam and I will talk to Camille and her family." Kyiah teased, patting Dean's shoulder hard as she left the room.
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Star Fall / Book One (SPN Fan Fiction)
FanfictionAt the end of yet another successful hunt, Sam and Dean Winchester are gifted a very unexpected call for help from their beloved angel, Castiel. The job? Protecting a sketchy, wanted, highly trained, hunter on the run for their life. His instructio...