Laurel | A Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter 11

I stared at the papers sprawled across the floor and beds. I have read more in the last twenty four hours than I have in my entire life.
"Maybe we can cover up the writing. Like, get tattoos over it." I suggested, tired of looking for nothing, because I don't know what the hell im looking for.
"You want to tattoo your entire body?" Dean asked.
"No... Just enough to cover the names."
"Laurel, we will find out what the answer is. Please don't give up." Sam walked towards me and patted my shoulder. "I promise we will. We always do."
I nodded and looked back at Ryan who was sleeping in the corner. I walked over and kicked his leg. "Wake up, asshat. If we can't sleep, you can't either."
"Well, all the names belong to woman. We know that much." Sam said, trying to lighten the mood.
"Three of mine have all been divorced. I don't know about the rest." Dean said, throwing a piece of paper behind him.
"I think most of the people I saw were divorced too."
"Yeah, me too. But that doesn't mean much. Everyone gets divorced nowadays."
I nodded and pulled my shirt up a little to look at the writing. A name a didn't notice Before stood out.
"Guys? Who is Sheila Salvatore?" I looked at the papers on the desk and then the floor.
"We have the name written down but we must not have looked up since it fell. I'll look it up now." Sam said as he quickly typed into his computer.
"Is she married to Ryan?" Dean asked. He stood up and Wales towards the closet we had Ryan in. "Hey, douchebag. Is your wife Sheila?"
He nodded.
"Guys, it's his wife." Dean said, walking back towards us.
"Look at this." Sam turned the laptop so it faced Dean and I.
The headline to the article he was looking at read: CEO Ryan Salvatore cheats on wife. Wife files for divorce.
"So it's the wife that is doing it?" I looked at Sam and Dean, then towards Ryan, who nodded.
"Guys..." I looked at my arms. The writing was slowly disappearing. This time, there was no pain. I lifted my shirt and watched as the rest faded away without a trace. "We did it!" I ran and grabbed on to my brothers in a very awkward hug. They were too big to hug together but I'm doing it anyways. Surprisingly, they hugged me back.
"Now what?" I asked as I stepped back.
"Now we go kill the wicked witch."
Muffled screams came from Ryan. I forgot we just planned his wife's murder in front of him.
"Maybe we should talk to her first?" I turned towards Sam and Dean. Dean looked at Ryan.
"Dude, she cut out your tongue and killed your girlfriends. You should be happy."
Sam glared at Dean. "Laurel, we don't have a choice. She will just keep killing. We have to stop her."
I nodded. "You're right. But what if he tries to kill us for killing her?"
Ryan shook his head, then motioned to the paper on the bed. Dean grabbed it and handed it to him, along with a pen. He scribbled on the paper and handed it back to Dean.
"He said she's powerful." Dean looked at Sam and I. "He wants her dead. He won't be a problem."
Ryan nodded.
"Let's go gank this bitch."