Life with Dean and Sam Winchester.

Work Sucks

--KEYLA POV--

I sighed as Dean and I sat at a table in our little motel room. I was dressed in my dark violet dress suit still, flipping through internet pages as files laid around me. Dean was in the shower, like he always was after coming back from any mourge. My hands twitched as I tried not to think about the mutilated forms that was laid unto my eyes in the icy room of the mourge. I knew what attacked those girls in their dorm at Stanford.

I gulped back my own thoughts as I went back to searching through different pages. I was trying to find similar attacks within the past 30 years. My fingers typed faster and faster as I filled out a small document on the laptop. My lip softly bit it's self. A similar attack! Finnally!

I began to read the attack, leaning in close. A group of girls lived there before. About 30 years ago. The girls were torn limb from limb by a woman who had 'waltzed' in. I found my throat turning dry as I read about how their guts were strung across the room and blood painted across the pale white bed-sheets. The only woman who survived was a blode girl named Mandy Landing.

"Dean! I think I found somethig!" I shouted as my head turned, only to see the man stepping out of the shower without a shirt. My face felt like it was burning. I switched to look back to the computer. Suddenly, a porn sight popped up across the screen. I'd never clicked on one. Oh wait...This was DEAN's laptop! I slammed the computer closed and looked back at him.

He now had a black t-shirt over his form that had been glistening with a light mist of water. I gulped back a blush and looked up at him. "About 30 years ago, there was a similar attack. Except, the Harpy left a note...She wrote 'This Land will be reclaimed'." I stated and looked up at him.

His brow raised in confusion, and then calmed after hearing the note. "So, this harpy, or harpies, are trying to reclaim the room?" He asked me, and I gave a shrug. He plopped down on the bed. "More research?"

"Yep, but you're taking the laptop. What's 'Busty Asian Babes'?" I asked, almost innocently. That caused a blush to flash across his cheeks, evenn for a moment. He coughed and stood, grabbed the laptop. I smirked and then stood, moving to the bathroom with my back-pack over my shoulder.

As I closed the door and began to shower, the facts of the case swirled through my mind. The Harpy wanted to reclaim the land or, at least, the apartment. Perhaps that was the 'nest' of the harpy, or it use to be. I only sighed as I remembered the bodies. The head of one girl was missing as the face of the other was scraped off with talons. A beak had ripped the vocal chords from the headless, and most likely was eaten.

I changed and exited the shower, hair fluffy from blow-drying it. Dean was stressed again. I could see it in his eyes and the number of beers by his right hand. "Dean, whatcha thinking about?" I asked, hand on the area between his shoulder and neck. I softly gripped there to make sure he knew I was there, seeing as he ignored touch easy.

"Just...everything..." He muttered quietly. I hugged him lightly, then let go. He placed his hand over mine. We weren't anything special, or so we had said while we conversed. Even after he pressed me to a wall two month ago. He was just drunk at the time, though I found him quite visibly enjoyable. His green eyes looked up at me. Something about his eyes captivated me. They told of his every emotion he felt at the moment.

His eyes spoke better than his words. Anger, depression, sadness, emptiness, and pity. Not any pity, but self-pity. Then, he had self-loathing, but that was always there. My lips offered him a soft smile. "It'll be fine, Dean." I told him softly. "Just, try and focus on the work..." I patted his hair that was still slightly damp with a hand as I moved to sit on the bed and watch TV.