The Youngest Winchester 》Supernatural

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~ Dillion's Point of View ~

"So what all have you figured out from this case? From the articles and what not," I look to Sam as I took a drink from the beer I had in my hand. Dean was out getting food leaving Sam and I here to do our handy dandy research.

"You're not gonna like this and Dean said you weren't and I figured out shortly after why he said that."

"What is it?"

He looks over to me cautiously before letting a sigh escape his lips. I get un-relaxed and lean up to have my elbows perched on my knees. He looks to me and shows me one of the articles.

"This is Leslie Martin. She was an attention getter like you're playing as. She's one of the missing vics. This one? That's Riley Smith, she's also in the same position."

"Sam - "

" - But get this," he interrupts me quickly. "You've got nothing in common with these girls besides the position of work the three of you have. Other than that you haven't a thing in common. The other two do, you don't," he explains quickly after I stood up to place a warning speech on him. I let out a deep breath as I avoid contact with my brother but then look back down to him since I was standing.

"Why didn't you or Dean tell me, Sammy?"

"We didn't want you to back out, Dill."

Just as I was going to tell him to look closer at their features the door to the motel room opened. I turned around to see the eldest brother walking in with a couple bags of food. He looks up over to us with a questioning look at the look of talking in the room. He examines my angry look then looks at Sam's face then back to me before two and two together. His shoulders slouch down as he gives Sam a disapproving look before looking to me.

"Dill - "

" - Don't "Dill" me, Dean," I go right into it instead of having a sugar coating moment to make him think I was okay with this. He let's a groan type of sigh before just letting the bags fall before walking over to me. He places his arms around me in his protective brotherly way.

"Dillon, you know if I didn't like this I wouldn't have gone through it. You know if I was the slightest bit concerned you wouldn't be able to get through something like this I wouldn't have let Sam talk me into it. You know this, Dillon. I love you and I know you'll make it through this. Everything is going to be okay."

"Look at their hair, Dean."

He looks down at the computer to see their hair was slightly curly and they were brunette. Dean looked up at me as I give an unpleasant look. He looks me in the eyes before looking back at the picture. Looking back at me, he lets out a sigh knowing I found common features among the girls and me. He knew that him and Sam over looked all the possibilities of common things among the three of us. Which meant I needed to read the background on both of these girls in case there was more in store that both boys over looked.

"Now I must do my own research because you both over looked them easily. You know what dad told us growing up: "never over look your research and think you did perfect at it". Ring a bell, Dean," I take my own laptop and make my way outside to take the Impala to the local diner we passed earlier today. I only mentioned such a thing to Dean because he would always over look information when it was him, dad and me.

~ Sam's Point of View ~

"We're so stupid for not telling her the trap she was falling into. Since when did we ever keep from her that she was playing the bait, Dean, huh? We've never done that to her and its because we're the older brothers. We have to do everything in our power to make sure she stays safe. Especially when playing the role of bait."

"I'm not the one who over looked information, Sammy," Dean grabs a beer from the mini fridge in the little kitchenette. I give him a look as I think of something to say but I couldn't. Dean got me speechless. He got me speechless on being wrong. I knit my brows before plopping back on the bed to look at the background stories once more.

"Get this: Leslie? She experienced weird dreams before she was taken. Her boyfriend says she would wake up in the middle of the night talking gibberish. That next night she was taken during a break on her job," I look to Dean with a look. He just had a look that read go on with it. "And Riley? She experienced weird moments. Just go to talking about weird stuff. Her co-worker was so weirded out by it that she didn't know how to explain it."

"This just gets weirder and weirder as you go. We gotta keep an eye on Dillon."

~ Dillon's Point of View ~

I

was sitting at a booth in a back corner of the diner as I sip on my coffee slowly as I read through the articles. As I was reading someone slid in the booth across from me. I look up to see Jack sitting there.

"Hey, you," I smile as I move my computer from in front of me. He smiles, showing off those pearly white teeth. They were extremely white.

"Do you like sleep in that outfit?"

I look down to see I was still in my gypsie outfit from earlier tonight. I let a small smile form its way onto my lips before looking back to him.

"No, I just haven't changed yet."

He chuckles before I notice he had somehow gotten alcohol over on our table. Where'd that come from? You know what? I don't care. Alcohol is amazing.

"I'm just gonna. . . ." I trail as I take one of the glasses of whiskey. I down it in one swallow before looking back to him. He smiles as he takes his own. I grab another and down it before waving the glass in his face as I ask a question.

"How'd you find me here?"

"I was taking my normal walk when I seen you," he explains as we both get another glass to down. For some reason, I could really feel the buzz coming quick and normally that was impossible for me. I never got a buzz this quick. Ever. I could normally drink a whole bottle of whiskey and still only feel half of my buzz.

"Well," I slur a little bit before placing a confused look on my face. "I'm glad you did."

"Yeah, why's that?" he smirks with those sparkling gray eyes. Something was pulling me closer to him. There was just something and I couldn't quite place my grasp onto it.

"I don't remember," I laugh as I lay my head down on the . He laughs as he shoves another glass to me. I take it happily and down it.

Next thing I remember is being slammed down onto a bed and kissing someone roughly. We both pull back for a gasp for air as my top is being ripped off. I remember hands exploring my top half as I run my fingers roughly through his hair making him groan and attack at my lips even more. I smirk as I continue roughly kissing him and wrapping my legs around his hips making him bulk down onto me. Trapping me tighter between him and the bed.

That was the last thing I could hardly remember.

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