Life with Dean and Sam Winchester.

Work Sucks pt. 2 --KEYLA POV--

I sighed as I flipped through channels. Doctor Sexy, News, Horror Movie Marathon, Gential Herpes commercial, Japanese Game Show, Doctor Sexy, Weird Clips Show...Nothing was on the regular channels. My mouth twisted as I pursed my lips. "Nothing's on TV!" I complained, flopping back on the bed. My hand hit the remote and suddenly, music began to play. My lips suddenly let out a grin.

I jumped up from my place on the bed, staring at the Music Video playing over the screen. It was All These Things I've Done by The Killers. "HELP ME OUT! YEAH~!" I suddenly burst out into song, grinning. I began to sing. Oh, what a great song could do for the spirit was a miracle. "I've soul, but I'm not a soilder!" I sang loudly and danced around a bit, like I did when I was just a teen in my own room.

The world was gone for a moment as I sang and danced. I didn't care what was going on as I sang and played around the room. I didn't realize I wasn't in my own room. I didn't realize Dean was watching me and laughing a bit at me. I kept singing till the end of the song.

I was laughing lightly, smiling. I saw Dean chuckling at me. A shark-like grin crossed my face and it even went into my eyes. He looked at me and my face, suddenly stopping, and he looked at me with worry. I began my way towards him. The next song began to play, and it was a great song I remembered from so long ago.

I pulled him to his feet to stand infront of the two queens. I began to sing and dance with him. It was Dirty Little Secret by the All-American Rejects. He laughed as I sang to him and danced with him playfully. Nothing like grinding or bumping or crap like that. That's just too weird. Too intimate. That dancing made me feel like a whore every time I danced. We were just jumping around, laughing or what we called dancing.

I watched him suddenly light up when Fall Out Boy's My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark began to play. He suddenly began singing and acting like he was playing the air, drums as I played the air-guitar. I felt my grin growing. We sang and danced like that till I accidently bumped into the remote and changed it to the classical music channel. We then began to pretend like we could waltz and tango. My face was always close to his as we danced like that. I caught myself looking at his lips while we laughed and grinned, but each time, my eyes shifted to his.

Suddenly, Dean's phone rang. He picked it up as I managed to turn it down in time. He was still trying to catch his breath from laughing so much at me, but managed to act serious. He suddenly stiffened up. I plopped myself down on the bed, laughing. He was on te phone for a while, walking across the room and scribbling down notes on a small note-pad.

I observed at that time. Wow...He was a handsome man. His dirty-blonde hair set off his whole look with his slightly tanned skin and those freckles that sprawled all over his skin. Even on his shoulders, though I would never admit to seeing tem, knowing that if I did, I would have to explain that I kinda look over him when he's shirtless. His bright green eyes glowed at most times, though they looked brown in the darker lighting. His nose had a slight bump in it, most likely from being broken in a fight. His arms were my favorite things in the world. Like they had been perfectly sculpted. His lips though....Oh. Those lips. They were perfect. Like Lust decided to make them the perfect plump shape and just tantalizing enough to kill me and want them on mine.

This man was growing on me. He looked over at me and sighed. "Keyla, we have another attack. Time to get back into the college. Put your suit on." I nodded, moving to my back-pack again. I grabbed the suit and went to change in the bathroom, I came out a bit later to see him changed again. My hair was pinned back and my make-up was back on.

In an hour or so, we were back at the college, but this time, the scenewas in another place. A young girl shivered with a shock blanket on. I showed my FBI card then walked in. She spoke a different languge. Greek, I believe. Dean walked up to her as I looked over the scene. I gulped, seeing the mangled form of a couple in the dorm. I felt sick at the sight. I turned pale, but went on witht he job.

"Same thing attacked them that attacked the girls. Damn Harpy..." I muttered lightly. I saw Dean was getting frustrated with the foregin exchange student was speaking rushly in her native tongue. I only sighed and stood. "Hey, Partner. You check out these bodies and I'll handle the witness." He only nodded and went to the bodies. He seemed equally as ill when he  saw the bodies.

I began to speak to her in her own language. Greek. I scribbled down what she said and nodded. She described what I saw before. The woman. It was the same Harpy. "Dean..." I muttered as soon as I came to his side. "It's the same birdie-bitch. The one..." I gulped back what I was trying to say. "The one that decided to make a Christmas Platter out of my family..."