Life with Dean and Sam Winchester.

Finding The Girl

Keyla and Dean had walked in silence for a while until they came to the last area for their search. A run down apartment building that obviously didn't get the memo do the beautification project across the beautiful city of Baltimore. Her heels clacked mercilessly on the concrete steps up to the old and run down building.

The building was six stories of shattered windows and health code violations. The bricks making up the building were chipping and coming loose, along with bright green spray paint across at least half of them. The curtains that you could see inside the windows, that weren't shattered but yet covered in a film of grime, were tattered and torn with a strange substance on it. The door, though, was vapid and grey. Dean walked up past her and to the door.

"What are you-?" She began but the door was suddenly kicked in, seeing as it was locked before. Keyla's eyes were wide. "Well, there goes any surprise we had." She muttered quietly. Dean stood and looked back at her.

"Come on. Doors open." Dean smirked and he walked inside the dust-filled apartment building. Keyla came in behind him.

"Dean! We can't do that!" She hissed with a whisper and walked closely. "That kills any surprise!" Keyla's voice was right in his ear as ER eyes slid from each of the apartments with their doors swung open.

It seemed as if the people had just left or disappeared around lunch time. Old TV's seemed as if they would still be on if they weren't shattered. Moldy sandwiches were scattered around an apartment filled with children's toys. A single vacuum was in a blue and white apartment on the left. The curtains made the room look so much darker and so much more morbid.

Dean made his way in, grabbing his flashlight out. He clicked on the light and then, there was a wild sinking feeling. The blue and white apartment wasn't blue. It was black. Splattered black, like blood. He walked in further and touched the wall. It was, as if, this was new. Like someone was just freshly killed. A putrid scent then came rolling from the kitchen.

Keyla already made her way over to the kitchen. Her hand covered her nose and mouth and she walked slowly back out, trying to breathe. "Fresh! Really Fresh! It's so... NASTY!" She squeaked and looked behind her at him. "Vampie came." She muttered and then walked back in.

Her eyes scanned the area. Suddenly, there was the sound if new voices coming in. Keyla looked out the window on her other hand and then bumped Dean. " Police!" She hissed and quickly they both were running for the back exit.

Their feet carried them to the fence and quickly, they both jumped it, even though, for a couple seconds, her dress was caught. Keyla grabbed Dean and hid him behind a dumpster, watching as the police walked through the apartment building.

"Lets come back later..." She whispered.

"Agreed."

---later----

Keyla sat at the desk in the office, glasses on, hair tied back, wearing a over-sized sweatshirt, a yellow blanket wrapped around her, and jeans with a pair of fuzzy pink socks. Her face was almost pressed to the screen, reading on the history of the apartment building.

Dean, on the other hand, stood in the kitchen making a quick meal for the two of them. His hands were filled with a pan of frying chicken. That's when a frustrated shout of vs language filled the apartment for a split second before closing down.

Soon, a young woman by the name of Keyla walked over to Dean. "Nothing. Absolutely Nothing." She frowned angerily. Keyla stood next to him as he cooked, but decided to sit at the breakfast bar and watch him.

"Not a thing?"

"No. All I found that was remotely strange is that the world's fattest member of a McDonald's staff lived in 18B." Keyla smiled over at him and it then fell quickly. "And that's the strangest because I couldn't imagine a fat man walking through a small door, but...."

"But?"

"But, the man went psyco and decided to take up some fine dining and began to snack up on some orphans." Keyla said and wrapped her blanket closer to her. Dean raised a brow.

"So?" He asked.

"That all I could find on the building. No one owns it now, but supposively the city owns it. I wonder why they haven't tore it down yet...." She muttered quietly and curled up on the barstool.

Dean only sighed and moved a plate made for her infront of her face. "Historical value?"

"Not known."

"Perhaps relation to the cannibal?"

"Maybe. Said that guy had, like, 2 half brothers." Keyla said, now stabbing her chicken ever so violently after smothering it with hot sauce. "Or maybe, the one over deed or whatever the hell, isn't letting it be tore down cause they're using it."

"City Hall again tomorrow?" Dean asked, now moved next to Keyla as he was eating his own plate of food. His eyes looked over at her, now watching her.

Keyla seemed to be thinking the slowness of her movements. Her arms grabbed the blanket around her. She shoved food into her mouth in a delicate way as she sipped her Coke.

It was odd. She was so small and took up such little space, but she was almost like the center of a room. Her doe eyes looked down at the food. Her fingers grabbed a bit of bread and tossed it pass her lips. Those thin and small things.

Dean, on the other hand, shoved as much as he could into his mouth. His hungry stomach roared to life when food hit it. He ate happily and joyfully.

When Keyla stood, she almost waddled. She placed the plate in the sink and then moved her way to the desk in the reading room.