Selina Winchester (Supernatural Season 2) (Supernatural Fanfic)

Bloodlust

I was laying in the back seat of the Impala as Dean drove in a good mood

"Whoo! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?" Dean cheered

"You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let me know, Dean," Sam laughed

"Oh, don't listen to him, baby. He doesn't understand us," Dean stroked the steering wheel.

"You're in a good mood," I laughed as I poked my head to the front of the car, in between the boys.

"Why shouldn't I be?"

I shrugged "No reason,"

"Got my car, got a case, things are looking up,"

"Wow. Give you a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mister Sunshine," Sam noted

"How far to Red Lodge?" I questioned

"Uh, about another three hundred miles,"

"Good," Dean stated as he floored it.

***

I was sitting in the Impala when the boys came out and I could tell something was up. "Dean messed up the title of the paper didn't he?" I smirked

"Shut up," was my only reply as Dean got in the driver's seat and we headed to the morgue. Dean glanced at the intern on duty and I could tell he was calculating and didn't want to risk getting kicked out.

"Jeff," I stated causing the intern to look up "Dr. Dworkin needs to see you in his office right away,"

"But Dr. Dworkin's on vacation," The Intern said

I blanched, Dean, taking over

"Well, he's back. And he's pissed, and he's screaming for you, man, so if I were you I would..." Dean lied and without another word Jeff hightailed it out of there. "Get a little skittish on the spot there?"

"I got the name right...Jeff,"

Dean narrowed his eyes at me as I looked at Sam to change the subject

"Hey, those Satanists in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?"

"Yeah, reversed pentacle on the forehead," Sam replied

"Yeah. So much f'd up crap happens in Florida," Dean laughed as he handed me and Sam latex gloves along with a pair for himself. Sam opened up one of the compartments and wheeled out a corpse with a box between its legs. "All right, open it,"

"You open it,"

I rolled my eyes as I took the box from them "Wusses," I flipped off the lid and grimaced "Well, no pentagram,"

"Wow. Poor girl,"

"Maybe we should, uh, you know, look in her mouth, see if those wackos stuffed anything down her throat. You know, kinda like the moth in Silence of the Lambs,"

"Yeah, here, go ahead,"

I shook my head and backed away "No, I opened the box. Now it's your turn to man up,"

Sam looked at Dean who only shook his head. "What?"

"'Put the lotion in the basket'" Dean quoted

"Right, yeah, I'm the wuss, huh? Whatever," Sam began poking his fingers into the mouth "Dean, get me a bucket,"

"You find something?"

"No, I'm going to puke," As they bantered I thought I caught sight of something familiar.