The blare from a truck horn startled Dean awake, causing him to jump. "Yeah," Dean heard Sam say, and he glanced around looking for him. Who was he talking to? He was lurking in the bathroom talking on the phone.
"Yeah, that's what I'm telling you. No storms, no bad crops, nothing," he said. Dean raised an eyebrow, now he really was curious. Who was he talking demon hunts with? "Yeah, okay. We'll keep looking. You keep looking too, okay?" He paused and listened to whoever was on the other end. "All right. Talk soon." Sam hung up and Dean quickly laid back down against the pillow, pretending to be asleep.
Dean felt the prodding of Sam's toiletries bag before he had to fake waking up. He opened his eyes, faking a stretch and frowning at him like he'd just woke up. "Hey. Up and at 'em, kiddo," Sam said and Dean groaned, rubbing at his eyes.
"You're up early. What are you doing?" Dean asked.
"Nothing. I was in the can," Sam said.
"Yeah?" Dean asked, almost challenging him.
"Yeah," Sam said with a smirk. "You want me to draw you a picture?"
"Nah, I'll pass," Dean shrugged it off.
"Knock, knock." Karoline threw open the door with a bright smile, followed in by Alayna who closed the door behind them.
"What's going on?" Dean looked between the three of them like he was left out of the loop on something.
"Found a job," Alayna answered. "Bedford, Iowa. Guy beat his wife's brains out with a meat tenderiser."
"Yikes," Dean said with a grimace.
"And get this," Sam said. "Third local inside two months to gank his wife. No priors on any of 'em, all happily married." He handed me a paper where there were two photos of a smiling woman and man; they looked happy.
"Ahhh," Dean said. "like Ozzie and Harriet."
"More like The Shining," Karoline smirked, taking a seat on the love seat.
"Alright," Dean agreed with a shrug. "Guess we'd better have a look."
Alayna adjusted the blazer she was wearing over her maternity pants and sat down in front of Adam Benson. She was getting too noticeable now, going six months, she knew she'd have to start sitting hunts out eventually, she just wished it wouldn't come so soon. "Why does the PD keep sending you guys?" He asked with a resignation to his voice. "I already said I don't want a lawyer." Dean shrugged from his seat and looked him straight in the eye.
"They're lining up the firing squad," he said with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm pleading guilty," Benson said resolutely.
"Alright, look, you don't want us to represent you, that's fine... In fact it's probably not a bad idea, between you and me," Dean said with a grin. Sam frowned and cleared his throat, sending Dean a warning glance. Dean shifted slightly and his face dropped back to serious. "We just want to understand what happened, that's all."
Benson continued to stare at his hands, silent. "Mr Benson," Alayna said softly. "Please?"
Benson looked up at her and let out a soft breath. "What happened was, I killed my wife," he said. His voice broke a little as he said it, and Alayna could tell he was barely holding it together. "You wanna know why? Because she made plans... without... asking me."
Karoline shook her head slightly, and she leaned forward a little on the desk. "When it happened, how did you feel? Disoriented? Out of control?"
"Like something possessed you to do it?" Dean added.
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Breathe ~ Supernatural Fanfiction
Fanfic[Book 4 of 14] {Completed} "Dean is alive." They were only three words. Three simple words, but the effect they had on her was anything, but simple. Her voice caught in her throat at just the sound of his name. She inhaled sharply, almost forgettin...
