Laurel | A Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter Nine

Laurels POV

I woke up, my face buried into the pillow.

A pillow.

I sat up quickly and looked around. I was in the Impala when I fell asleep.

"She lives!" Dean shouted. I watched him stand up from the chair at the small table and walk towards me. He handed me a bottle of water and what I assumed was a cheeseburger. I took it and stared at him.

"Are you sure you should be the one making death jokes?" I questioned as I bit into the burger.

He chuckled and sat back down. "I think I have earned the right."

I nodded and continued eating. "So, why didn't you wake me up? I told you to when we got here. I don't even remember laying in the bed."

"That's because I carried you in here."

"Why?"

"Because you were sleeping and couldn't walk in here by yourself...?" Dean responded in a questioning tone. I knew he was avoiding my question.

"No, I mean, why didn't you wake me up? I could have helped with the research."

"I wanted you to catch up on sleep. You have been training hard."

Just as I was about to respond, Sam walked in to the room wearing a suit.

"Hey, you're awake." Sam smiled at me and sat in the chair across from Dean. I gave him a nod and stood up, throwing my trash into the can. I sat on the other bed so I was closer to them.

"I'm assuming you went to talk to the local police and the victims families..." I opened my water and drank almost half of it. "Unless you have a hot date and that's why we drove all the way here." I gave him a smile which earned a glare in response.

"Yeah. I would wear this on a date." Sam laughed. I looked at Dean who was prying open a cheap container from a rest stop that had pie in it.

"So what is going on?" I turned my attention back to Sam.

Sam reached over and grabbed the package out of Dean's hands. Dean opened his mouth to yell but quickly closed it when Sam cut it open with the scissors that were sitting next to him.

"Thanks." Dean said as he shoved pie into his mouth. Sam nodded.

"So get this," he grabbed Deans laptop and swung it around to face me. "There are three victims, all around the same age, and two of them were last seen with this man." Sam types a name into the computer and an image of a middle aged man with dark brown hair and gray colored eyes pops up.

"Ryan Salvatore?" I scrolled down the page. "He is the CEO of Salvatore Industries. That company is huge. You think he is the one killing them?" I kept reading through the page and clicked on the most recent image. He was standing with his arm wrapped around a tall blonde woman.

"I don't think he is behind this, but I think she may be." Sam points to the blonde woman on the screen.

"What am I missing?" I asked. I stared at Sam as he explained.

"Ryan was dating two of the victims that died, and I'm willing to bet that he was dating the third as well. But he is also dating Emily Fisher." He gestured towards the picture.

"So he's a man-whore?" I asked. Dean leaned forward.

"So you think that Emily got jealous of this... man-whore, and decided to off his other friends?" He asked, putting air quotes around the word 'friends'.

"That is exactly what I think."

"Well, how can we be sure that she is the witch doing this? How do we know she is even a witch?" I asked.