"Okay, okay, why don't you just tell me what happened next?" Bobby pushed.
"There was one more victim," Sam explained. "Now, we didn't see this one either. We kind of put it together from the evidence. But this guy—he was a research scientist. Animal testing."
"Yeah, you know—a dick, which fits the pattern," Dean piped up.
You smirked as Sam slid the knife to the window lock, watching your twin grumble as he missed the lock again. Dean sighed as you chuckled, bumping his side. "Move over, sasquatch."
Sam stepped aside, watching as in one swift movement, you took the knife and popped open the lock. You winked at him as you slipped through the window first. "How do you do that so freakin' easily?" Sam asked, following behind you into the morgue.
"Hey," Dean said, catching Sam's attention.
Sam caught the flashlight, shining it on the body drawer doors. You glanced up as Dean slipped though, cursing about how he hated small windows. You flipped through the paperwork, looking for the worst body they had. "Drawer 14," you said as you found the paperwork, Sam nodding and opening it.
"Well, this oughta be quick," Dean commented, glancing at you, before reaching down and pulling the sheet back.
You all gagged as you saw the bloody, torn up body. "Okay, that's just nasty," Dean said.
You had to turn away as you placed your hand over your mouth, trying to hold back your dinner from a few hours ago. "Yeah," Sam agreed.
"I've never seen a body that mutilated," you said, glancing at the body again.
"Looks to me like something was hungry," Sam informed you both.
"They identify him yet?" Dean asked.
Sam nodded, glancing at you as he tried not to gag. You took a deep breath, telling Dean, "Research scientist at the college."
"And guess what?" Sam added. "He worked in the same hall as the other Professor—Crawford Hall."
"That's right where that frat boy had his close encounter," Dean remembered.
Sam nodded, staring intently at what you guessed used to be the Professor's arm. "Hey, grab me that thing, would you?"
Dean furrowed his eyebrows, looking at you. You smiled as you rolled your eyes, grabbing the rolling magnifier to him.
"Thanks, Y/N," Sam said. You couldn't help but laugh at how well you two knew each other.
"What is it?" Dean asked.
"It looks like a...belly scale," Sam stated.
"A belly scale?" you asked, growing curious. "From what?"
"Uh....an alligator?" Sam asked, looking up at you. You made your way around the body, looking at the scale.
"Damn, it is," you observed.
Dean spoke up. "An alligator in the sewer."
"You think?" you asked.
"It is a classic urban legend," Sam agreed. "Kid flushes a baby gator down the toilet; it grows huge in the tunnels."
"But no one's ever found one," you barked. "It's not real."
"Neither's alien abduction," Sam rebuked. "But something chomped on this guy."
"This couldn't get any weirder," Dean stated, running his hands through his hair.
"Maybe we should get some help. I'll call Bobby. Maybe he's run into something like this before," Sam suggested.
"Oh, I'm sure he has," Dean replied sarcastically. "Just your typical haunted campus, Alien abduction, alligator-in-the-sewer gig. Yeah, it's simple."
You just rolled your eyes, moving the sheet back over the body.
You leaned back on the bed as Sam explained, "We decided to search the sewers anyway, so we split up, Dean and I each taking one end of the campus."
"Meanwhile," you spoke up. "I stayed back at the motel, researching the whole theory."
Dean chuckled. "She just didn't want to climb in a sewer."
"Hey!" you cried, sitting back up, pointing at him. "Who's the small one in this family? Who's the one who does all the dirty work?"
"We do dirty work too," Sam replied.
You shook your head. "No, no, no, see, I'm the one who fits in crawl spaces. I'm the one who fits into the vents!"
The boys sighed, nodding reluctantly as Bobby asked, "So, you boys find anything?"
"Yeah, I found something," Dean responded. "Just not in the sewer."
You sighed as Dean's voice became background noise, and you fell into your own memory from that day.
You took slow, deep breaths, letting your head hang off the edge of the bed. You opened one eye as there was a knock on the door. Swinging yourself off the bed, you padded to the door. You opened it a crack, looking at the stranger on the other side.
"Yes?"
"I have a delivery for Y/N Winchester," the man stated.
You sighed, opening the door further. "I don't really have room for more flowers," you replied.
"Oh, no," he said, looking confused. "I have a letter."
Your eyebrows raised. "What?"
He nodded, holding out an envelope. "Yeah, it's just a letter. Some guy on the street gave me $50 to deliver it to this address."
You swung open the door all the way, letting it slam against the wall, all but ripping the letter from his hand. "Thank you," you said, before shutting the door again.
Moving slowly, you sat on the couch, biting your lip to try to calm your nerves. practically shredded the envelope, unfolding the letter as quickly as you could.
"Y/N,
I know the flowers were strange, trust me. But how else is a man supposed to show a woman he cares? I couldn't think of anything else, and I'm just gonna be frank here. I've never tried to win over a woman before. Not like you at least.
You're different, beautiful, kind, amazing, and...and I guess everything I've ever wanted. I don't know if you'll ever see me again, or if I'll ever see you again, but....live a good life. For me.
-Gabriel"
You gasped, jaw dropping before smiling as you felt tears well in your eyes. "He did send them," you whispered. "Oh, Gabriel, why didn't you just come see me?"
You shot straight up as the door opened, Sam walking in. He stopped as he saw you. Confused, but instantly worried, he rushed towards you. "Y/N, what is it?"
You shook your head, smiling. "I'm fine, Sam."
"No, you're not," he replied. "You're crying, Y/N."
You wiped the tears off your cheeks, telling him, "I got a letter from the....the guy who sent me the flowers."
Your twin's jaw dropped, so like yours a moment ago. "What? And?"
"And...he thinks I'm beautiful," you replied, feeling the tears flow again. "And he...he doesn't know if he will ever see me again."
"He just sends you flowers and disappears?" Sam snapped. "Who does that?"
"I don't know," you answered, taking a deep breath. "But I'll be okay."
He let out a sigh, and you watched the anger fade from him. "Are you sure?"
You smiled, holding the letter tightly behind your back. "Positive."
