Oh, What A Bad Idea (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Twenty-Nine

"Hey, ajsbsbbcc sujw adqwdfef." Dean said as he entered the room, waking me from a good dream I couldn't remember.

"What?" I asked groggily.

"We got a case. Cmon." He threw my bag on my bed and started packing for me.

I pushed my face back into my pillow, "Carry me."

"What?"

I turned my head to watch him get something out of the bathroom, "Carry me."

"Don't be a baby."

"What do I look like to you?" I sat up and started getting dressed.

"An overgrown child."

"Thanks for the confidence boost." I said and tucked my gun in my waistband.

"Anytime." He said and took a seat on the bed while I tamed my hair as best I could.

"Where we goin'?" I picked up my bag and headed to the door.

"Iowa. People killing their wives."

"Yikes." I got in the back seat.

***

We went straight to interrogating this time and booked a hotel after. The guy said he'd meet a stripper, Jasmine, and she told him to kill her and then they could be together, but she never showed. The hotel was nice. Pretty classy place.

We ran the circuit. Dean and I check out the perps and saw that they'd run their money dry and both had picked up girls from a place called The Honey Wagon. We caught up with Sam at the lab, and after some light flirting towards the doctor from both brothers, found that all the guys had a high level of Oxycontin, The Love Drug. I can see us getting hooked on that.

We went to go check out the club. Dean was bothered that I had joined them, but I paid him no mind. It was a useless trip anyway, since the owner refused to tell us anything. But Sam called Bobby and they made up a theory. We may just be hunting a Siren, the creatures that would lure sailors to their death at sea. "Like Greek myth siren, the Odessy?" Dean said, earning alarmed looks from the both of us. "Hey, I read." I shook my head and continued listening to Sam explain the monsters.

Sam heard of another vic and went to see what he could. Dean and I stayed back and watched tv mostly. When he got back he said that the guy brought home a stripper and then killed his mom, the closest woman to him. Bobby called and said that to kill her you need to with "a bronze dagger, covered in the blood of a sailor, and under the blood of the song". And you can make of that what you will. We figured she may infect the pray during sex, like an STD. We would need to drip the blade in the blood of someone who's infected, but the guys were probably clean now and would be of any use, but we had samples at the lab we could use.

We headed their, and in the middle of getting the samples from the doctor, a real FBI agent came in looking for the doctor as well. He wanted to know why we were there, so we handed him a fake FBI business card with Bobby's number on it. We listen as the agent got chewed out by Bobby, all the while I thought "God, I love that man". After that endeavor, he wanted to work together. Lost to no one I refused, as did Dean. But Sam asked that we just take him to the club and get him out of the way so he could get the samples. We, not right away mind you, agreed and took the impala there. Dean kindly dropped me at the hotel. I wished him luck and watched the car drive around the corner and out of sight.

"Kaylee?" I heard from behind me and turned to the voice, slightly on edge.

Oh, hey. "Hey." I said enthusiastically. "Long time."

"Hey, how's the family?" He was really happy to see me. His accent was just the same and he'd traded his clean shaven face for a goatee.

"I don't know, really. Good last time I checked." I nodded.

"Where's Jo? She with you?" His eye's were lit up like thanksgiving night, like a small bonfire in the country.

Oh right, you were gone before she died. "Josie, she... She died a few years ago." The flood of memories of the three of us together came back. We were so happy.

The spark in him died, "Oh, Jesus. I'm... I know how close you were."

I nodded, "Yeah, but it was good seeing you." I gave him a bright smile.

"Yeah, you too. Are you staying here?" I pointed back at the hotel.

"Yeah, a little vacation." I nodded and  glanced at the building.

He looked down at his watch for a moment, "It's not to late. Mind if I come up, have a few drinks?"

I forgot how up front he was, "No, not at all." I smiled and we walked into the building.

***

Crashing and smashing from Dean and Sam's room next door jolted you out of bed. You started getting dressed hurriedly, "What? It's just a couple o' drunk guys next door?" Payane whined, sitting up a little.

"Those 'drunk guys' are some friends that I'm here with and they get carried away. Stay here." You said, pulling on your shirt and running into the hallway. Dean and Sam were fighting and not in a brotherly "give my back my action figure" way. They were brandishing weapons and the FBI guy was watching them. Found the siren.

You ran back into your room and grabbed you gun. "What's going on?" You heard Payane ask, but ignored him for now. When I got back out, Bobby was their and holding onto the axe Dean was holding, mid swing it looked like. You watched as Bobby stabbed Dean and threw the knife into the back of the siren. It fell to the floor and both of the brothers stopped trying to fight.

Dean looked at me, then his gaze shifted and suddenly look murderously angry again. "Who the hell is that?"

I looked behind me and saw Payane, shirtless, staring down at the corpse. I looked back at Dean, "This is Payane."

"Payane? Who the hell is Payane?" He was very mad. Sam gave a deep look somewhere between anger and disappointment.

"He was my number two. Why are you so angry?" I looked to Bobby for help, but was just as clueless as me.

"I should probably go." Payane drawled and went back into the room to collect his things.

"Yeah, sounds like a good idea." Dean stared him down all the while until he got to the elevator and was gone.

He approached me and I backed away as quickly as I could, "Don't do anything rash, Dean. Dean." I held out my hands as I hit a wall and could go back any further.

"What is wrong with you." He was within a foot of me, cornering me in.

"What? Tell me because I have no idea what's wrong."

"Did you sleep with him?" He pointed back at the elevator.

"Yes?" Realization suddenly hit me. "Oh, Dean." Sympathy and guilt flooded me. "Are you hurt by that?"

"Yes, I am." His voice was pure venom.

"I am so sorry." I relaxed a bit, "I didn't realize you would be."

"Why wouldn't I be, Kaylee?"

"I didn't think our thing was anything else, but a thing." I tried to stay calm and explain it, "We never set a title or anything, so I figured-"

"What?"

"I figured it was just a fling. An occasional thing." I looked in his eyes for any form of understanding, "I mean, you flirt and throw yourself out there, so what else was I gonna think?"

A little bit of the anger passed away, "I sorry, I didn't make it clear. But how often do I keep something like that alive?"

I didn't have an answer, "Dean..." He turned and walked back toward the other two, who were watching this go down, "Dean."  I called after him, "Dean!" He kept walking. "Get back here! We ain't done." I chased after him and turned him back around to his shoulder, "I'm sorry! Okay!? I should have brought it up. What else do you want me to say?" He avoided my gaze, "Well, you aren't getting rid of me that easily. I'm gonna go sleep in the car." I said. I grabbed my bag out of my room and went down to the impala to spend a sleepless night.