Katherine P.O.V
Sam and I sat at a table, papers strewn across the surface as we searched for a case. Dean was lent against the bar with a young girl and laughing about something like usual. I know they didn't mean anything to him. Not more than a casual hookup anyway. But I couldn't help the pang in my chest. Especially after what he said a week ago. I know the kiss didn't mean the same to him as it did to me but what I didn't realize was it meant nothing at all. Dean had apologized a bit later and said he didn't mean it like it sounded but I brushed it off, not wanting him to know that it hurt.
A tap on my shoulder snapped me out of my daze and I looked to Sam as he showed me an article. A couple had their throats slit in their home. He looked up and gestured for Dean to come over but he held up a hand in a 'wait' sign, laughing with the girl. Sam waved him over more urgently which caused Dean's smile to drop and to say something to the girl before he made his way over.
"Alright, I think we got something."Sam announced as Dean set two beers down.
Dean smirked and glanced back to the bar."Oh yeah, me too. I think we need to take a little shore leave, just a little bit. What do you think, huh? I'm so in the door with this one."
"So what are we today Dean? I mean, are we rock stars, are we army rangers?"I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Reality TV scouts, looking for people with special skills."Dean said causing all three of us to laugh."I mean hey, it's not that far off right? By the way, she's got a friend over there."Dean suggested to Sam, pointing over to the bar where another blonde girl was stood beside the one Dean was speaking to."Possibly hook you up. What do you think?"
"Dean, no thanks, I can get my own dates."Sam breathed out and Dean took a sip of his beer, sliding the other one over to me.
"Yeah you can but you don't."
"What is that supposed to mean?"Sam asked, looking up at Dean.
Dean licked his lips with wide eyes."Nothing. What you got?"
"Mark and Ann Telesca of New Paltz, New York were both found dead in their own home, a few days ago. Throats were slit. There were no prints, no murder weapons, all..."Sam started to explain and Dean hummed in acknowledgment but got distracted as woman walked passed him, checking them out. I rolled my eyes.
"Dean."I snapped causing him to look back to us. I continued where Sam left off."No prints, no murder weapons, all doors and window locked from the inside."
Dean nodded, taking a drink from his beer."Could just be a garden variety murder you know, not our department."
"No. Dad says different."Sam stated.
"What do you mean?"Dean asked and Sam flipped the journal over to face Dean. Dean perched on the bar stool to look at it.
"Dad noted three murders in the same area of upstate New York. First one here in 1912, second one right here in 1945, and the third in 1970, the same M.O. as the Telescas. Their throats were slit, doors were locked from the inside. Now so much time had passed between murders that nobody checked the pattern, except Dad. He kept his eyes peeled for another one."Sam explained.
"And now we got one. Alright, I'm with ya. It's worth checking out."Dean nodded."We can't pick this up til first thing though right?"
"Yeah."I nodded, furrowing my eyebrows.
"Good."Dean smiled, grabbing his beer and going back to the bar.
"Dean..."Sam huffed out in an attempt to make him stop but Dean had already reached the blonde women.
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Bad Blood {Dean Winchester}
Fiksi Penggemar{Book one-seasons 1 & 2} Katherine Singer is the daughter of Bobby Singer. She's always had Dean and Sam Winchester, growing up with them and training. Sam's just her little brother but Dean has always been more, even when she didn't want to admit i...
