Oh, What A Bad Idea (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Eighteen

Now that we sort of knew what was going on, all that was left to do was find the witch and kill her. Dean said he'd camp out in front of Ms. Wallace's place tomorrow and look for someone that has access to both places. I left the guys and went back to my room to go to bed.

I didn't really have anything to do in the morning, so I went to help Sam with whatever he was doing. Dean left about an hour ago, and it was about 10 o'clock am. Sam wasn't really working on anything, so we most talked and watched tv. Eventually the question about the kiss came up, though, "Why? I mean, I don't care or mind, but..." He was lying on his bed and I was on Dean's.

"I don't know. You guys are like the first family I've had since my sister died and you're pretty special to me." I confessed.

He took a second to mull it over, and threw out the seriousness with a joke, "So you've kissed Dean?"

"No," I laughed, "He's too manly for my emotional affection." I put on a high class white girl voice.

"Well, Miss James," He stood up and placed a knee on my bed, so he could lean over me. This is going really fast. Not sure if I like it or not.

"Yes, Mr. Winchester?" I teased.

"Should I be offended?" He's getting very close to me. I can almost feel the force of his weight.

"Probably." I gave a toothy smile. He laughed a little. It was deep and rumbling. He leaned down further and softly pressed his mouth to mine. It was sweet and gentle and slow. I lifted my head a little to deepen it. It's decided. I like this a lot. I felt him place his hand on the other side of me on the bed for better support. I reached up and barely touched his jaw when the door opened.

"Cheerleader. Oh," Dean said. Sam stood up.

"Hey, Dean." I waved. And wiped my lip.

"What do you got?" Sam asked, taking his laptop to the table.

He gave us some looks, but went on, "The cheerleader, Tracy,  is the babysitter for the Wallace's. She told me she didn't even know who Luke Wallace was."

"She's pretty young for being a couple hundred years old." I walked over to the guys.

"Yeah, well what body would pick to come back in?"He said. I shrugged in agreement.

"Tracy Davis. Not as clean as she looks. She got into a violent altercation with a teacher." Sam said and handed the device to Dean, "Got suspended from school."

"Let's go talk to the teacher, then. I'm gonna go change." I said and tapped Sam's shoulder goodbye. That was sorta unexpected, but I'm not arguing. I always thought Sam was attractive. Hell, both of 'em are pretty good looking. But what are we now? I'd like if we were something more, anyway. I'll talk to him later about it.

I met the guys at the car. They were changed and ready to go. I checked the inside pocket of my jacket quickly for my fake badge and hopped in. The teacher's, Don's, classroom was pretty disturbing. demonic masks hanging from the ceiling and creepy statues on the window seals. He told us that Tracy wrote pages full of symbols, including the one on the old celtic coin,and draw gory pictures of killings with her in them. She also had her own apartment, because she was an emancipated teen. We ran around town looking for Tracy. Not at her apartment, and her friends had no idea.

We met back up at the hotel. A snob kid dressed as an astronaut asked us for candy and we said some things, the kid said some things, and no one was any the wiser. Sam opened the door for us and saw someone sitting inside. He drew his gun, "Who are you."

"Whoa, Sam!" I grabbed his lead arm, "That's Castiel."

"Yeah, but who's he?" Dean mentioned the guy at the window.