Chapter 38

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*the next day*

Viper's POV:

I woke up in the old, dusty motel room. I glanced over at the clock. 6:15 am, great. I groaned and rolled unto my side, facing the empty space beside me. I scrunched my eyebrows a bit and looked around, looking for Dean.

"Mornin' Sunshine." I heard a voice call from the doorway. I looked up to see Dean holding two bags in one hand and a tray of cups in the other. I sighed in relief and lifted myself up. "Hungry?" He questioned, smiling at me.

"Starving." I replied as he tossed me a bag and sat down in a chair near the small dusty table. "So," I started, breaking the silence with a mouthful of food. "What's the skinny?"

"Well," he replied, already crumpling the food papers and throwing them towards the trash can across the room. Missing the trash can and watching the paper fall on the floor. "Sammy and Harley are at the library and they're gonna.."

My mind drifted from Dean's voice back to the library. I pressed my thoughts, trying to remember anything I possibly could about being brought back to life.

"So you wanna do that?" Deans voice broke me from the thoughts.

"Oh, wait, do what?" I questioned.

"Go meet them down there and see what the game plan is." He repeated after a second of hesitation.

"Oh, yeah. Let's go." I hopped out of the bed and walked towards the door.

"You might wanna change first.." he stated. I looked down at my dirty, bloody clothes and back up to him.

"I don't think I have anything else.." I stated lowly. He looked around the room, looking for something I could wear.

"I guess," he said, walking towards the corner of the room "you'll just have to borrow this."

He held up an extremely large shirt that said "chick magnet" across the front, with The Rolling Stones emblem below it.

"Really?" I rolled my eyes.

"It's that or go naked." He held out the shirt. I huffed loudly and ripped the shirt from his hand. He chuckled at my annoyance as I stomped to the bathroom.

I walked back out with, what I'm sure was, an awful expression on my face. Dean's shirt came mid thigh, like a short dress, and I was wearing the same jeans as before and my same boots. "Don't. Say. Anything." I stated, pointing my finger at Dean. "I don't care what you say, I'm wearing my jean jacket over this. Bloody or not." I huffed, pulling the jacket over my shoulders. "Let's go."

"After you, Chick Magnet." He said with a wink, opening the door before me. I rolled my eyes and stomped out, hearing Dean's laughter from behind me.

Harley's POV:

"Anything yet?" Sam called from the shelf a row or two ahead of me.

"Nope," I sighed as I stood up. "you?"

"Nothin." He stated.

We were looking for any witchy books, anything on the history a few towns over.

"What now?" I questioned.

"I guess we just take a drive to the town and try to find something there." Sam replied.

The reason we were searching around here instead of there is just to avoid going to the town itself until we knew what we were looking for. You learn that you are easily sensed by every "not-natural" thing known to man if you affiliate with the Winchesters. It was always like that with Vi and I anyways, but the boys just added onto our incapability to hide from all things that go bump in the night. So if we do our sneaky research a few towns away it would give us a little more of a leeway from whatever it is we're hunting.

"Guess so," I huffed, turning around to see Dean walk through the entrance of the library. It took me a second to find Vi, who was doing all she could to hid behind Dean. I didn't quite understand why until Dean scooted to the side, revealing, a very angry looking, Viper wearing a long shirt with "Chick Magnet" written across the front. I stifled my laughter and coughed it away.

"Chick Magnet, huh?" Sam picked. Viper rolled her eyes in response as I elbowed Sam in the ribs lightly, laughing at his comment.

"I bet you get all the chicks, huh?" Dean laughed, nudging her shoulder. She gave him a death glare and rolled her eyes.

"Bite me."

"Maybe later," he winked. Which arose another dramatic eye roll from Viper and a gagging noise from me.

"What's the plan? So I can get changed out of this stupid shirt as fast as possible." Viper spat.

"Well, we're not sure." Sam stated.

"A few guys went on "business trips" a few weeks ago, all stayed in the same hotel, all slept with some woman, not the same to our knowledge, and all ended up de-gutted. Their hearts being sent in the mail, addressed to their wives." I explained.

"So, a witch?" Dean asked.

"Or a colt of very pissed off, Devil-worshiping housewives." Viper chimed in. Earning a giggle from myself, as well as Sam.

"We think it's a witch," Sam stated. "but it looks like we're gonna have to get a little "too close for comfort" action on this one."

"The library has no info on this town, or state at all in that case." I stated.

"Well, give me sec." Viper stated, walking away and heading towards the front desk. We followed closely behind her, spreading out a bit to avoid looking stalkerish. "Hey, I'm Viper-" she stated, leaning against the front desk. The lady, around our age, looked up at her and down at her shirt.

"H-hi." She replied.

"I was wondering if you could possibly tell me about the history of a town that's a few miles from here? Greenwood I think it is." Vi stated, smiling at the end.

"Oh," the girl looked down. "I-I'm sorry, I thought you-"

"Thought I was what?" Vi scrunched her eyebrows.

"Well, going to ask me out. I mean, the way you came over here with so much confidence. Your shirt-I just." The girl stuttered. Vipers fave flamed with embarrassment. I held back my laughter, letting a few small giggles out.

"Oh-no, I'm not-I don't, I have a boyfriend." She blurred out the last part. The girl blinked in shock. "Ya know, nevermind, that towns not important anyway."

"It's just-" the girl went to say before Vi cut her off.

"The shirt-I got it." She huffed, walking over to us with her face still red.

"Did you find out anything?" Sam picked.

"Or at least catch a date?" Dean chimed in, receiving a chuckled from me and a slap across the arm from Vi.

"Let's just go, please." she rolled her eyes, ripping her jacket off and pulling the shirt off, leaving a loose tank top in its place. "Take this back." She shoved the shirt into Dean's chest.

"Sure thing, Chick Magnet." He called after her.

"Shut!!! Up!!!!" She screamed back.

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