The Demon's Girl

Chapter 3

Sam's p.o.v

Sam and Dean were walking around Chicago, just sightseeing the place. Of course we should be investigating the area for anything suspicious, but Dean had other plans. And by other plans, I mean stuffing his face with food in Starbucks. I stared at him with a smirk on my face as I watch him chug down a whole cup of soda down.

"You're going to get sick, Dean," I warned him.

Dean scoffed and scarfed down three big macs. "Sam, we haven't eaten anything decent in days. Illinois understands me," He replied. I shook my hair and looked at my computer. "Okay, so I looked into police reports about the recent killings," I said. "And I found a huge clue about what we're dealing with."

"Which is?" Dean muffled, eating a burger.

I frowned at his eating habits and shook my head. 'Well, Jason Eagles was on the victim who mysteriously died last Saturday. When the police investigated the house, all they found was scent of sulfur."

Dean slowly put down his half eaten jelly donut and looked at me. "A demon?" He asked. I nodded and drank my coffee. "A demon could be possessing someone, or we actually do have a demon on our ass," I said. "So, I say we go check out the house ourselves and-"

"Sam, shut the fuck up," Dean hissed at me.

I stared at him, annoyed. "Dean, this is serious," I protested. Again, he shushed me and looked over my shoulder. I followed his gaze and froze in shock. "Is that who I think it is?"

"Kim fucking Paisley," Dean added. "America's hottest lingerie model."

I had only seen her in magazines, fashion shows, and posters, since she is a Victoria's Secrets model, but to see her in person is like seeing Brendon Urie walk out of nowhere shirtless. I stared at her in awe, a faint blush spreading all over my face. She looked extremely sexy and rebellious, her blonde hair blowing behind her. It was like a petty high school crush on the head cheerleader.

Dean sighed and shook his head, then got up. "I'm gonna go talk to her," he said. I looked at his outfit, silently judging him. "Sure, go talk to a drop dead sexy Victoria's Secrets lingerie model looking like a toddler who doesn't know how to use a spoon properly. I'm sure that's a big turn on," I said sarcastically. "Besides, we have a mission to focus on, and she's probably busy."

"Look, Sam, I don't know about you, but when a model- and a hot one at that- you will take the opportunity given to you and take advantage of it," Dean replied.

"And what exactly are you going to tell her?" I asked.

Dean gave me a blank face and bit his lip. I smirked and looked at her. She was sitting down at a table all alone, texting. "I'll improvise," Dean said. Before I could say anything, Dean got up and walked over to her. Just as he was near her table, he slipped and fell into a painful split. I held back a laugh when I saw that his jeans tore a huge hole in the back.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" Kim asked.

I walked over and helped Kim pull him into a chair. "That did not go the way I thought it would," Dean groaned. I looked at his pants and saw that there was a big hole at the front of his pants. I snickered and covered my face. Kim nudged me and bit her lip. "Don't laugh at him. He's hurt," she scolded me.

"It is pretty funny, though. You have to admit," I laughed.

Kim smiled and got up. "I have a spare of jeans in my truck. Wait here," she said, walking out. I sat next to Dean and smiled at him. "So worth the humiliation," Dean said.

I snickered and started clapping. "Bravo, Dean. Just, bravo," I chuckled. Kim walked in and handed Dean a pair of faded jeans. "Since I don't know your pant size, I got you this," she said. Dean stared at her in awe and took the pants.