Bad Blood {Dean Winchester}

Crossroad Blues-Deals

A/N: I'm so sorry for not updating regularly. I do try but college is so hectic at the moment that it's hard. I have two things that is new for you guys though. I actually made an Instagram account for supernatural and bad blood updates and things so you can follow that if you like ( my name is padackles_and_spn) and I also published a new Supernatural book called Half Blood  that is a Castiel love story. I hope you like it if you check it out!!!!

I sighed deeply as I stared at the laptop in front of me. It was Sam's and on this one rare occasion, he was allowing me to touch it. Dean sat opposite me on the table in the café we had decided to dine in whilst Sam was beside me. I sipped on my coffee gingerly as I looked at Dean's mug-shot from the St.Louis Police Department.

"So much for our low profile. You've got a warrant in St. Louis, and now you're officially in the Fed's database." I rolled my eyes in irritation, rubbing a circle into my temple as I looked up into the smug expression upon Dean's face.

Dean's only response was to grin like a child, stretching his arm across the back of the leather booth. "Dude, I'm like Dillinger or something."

"Dean, it's not funny. Makes the job harder, we've gotta be more careful now." I scold him. Luckily, nothing came up for Sam's name so I knew we were in the clear regarding the youngest Winchester.

"Well, what do they got on you?" Dean questioned, raising an eyebrow.

I furrowed my eyebrows, typing quickly to check my name again. When nothing came up, I muttered, "I'm sure they just haven't posted it yet."

"No accessory? Nothing?" Dean pushed.

"Shut up." I rolled my eyes, tucking a strand of blond hair behind my ear. I wasn't quite sure why my name wasn't mentioned seeming as I was involved in a lot of stupid plans that Dean had created. At most, I should have been said to been an accessory but apparently I wasn't good enough for that title either.

Dean laughed, picking up a fry and dunking it in some sauce. "You're jealous."

"No, I'm not!" I denied quickly, shaking my head. Sam smirked into his glass and I glared at him, kicking his leg under the table making his glass jolt forwards and spill a bit.

"Uh-huh." Dean dismissed, the same teasing smirk on his lips. I shook my head and checked for my name again, still getting no results. "All right. What do you got on the case there, you innocent, harmless young woman, you?"

I slammed the laptop shut in annoyance, glaring at my boyfriend across the table. "Hey!" Sam protested, sliding his precious technology towards him with a sour look on his face, directed at me.

I sent him an apologetic look before picking up a stack of papers and scanning through them to relay the information. "Architect Sean Boyden plummeted to his death from the roof of his home, a condominium he designed."

"Hmm. Build a high-rise and jump off the top of it. That's classy. When did he call animal control?" Dean asked.

"Two days earlier." Sam answered, reading over my shoulder.

"Did he actually say Black Dog?" Dean inquired and I nodded, pursing my lips.

"Yeah. A vicious, wild, black dog. The authorities couldn't find it, no one else saw it; in fact, the authorities are a little confused as to how a wild dog could get past the doorman, take the elevator up and start roaming the halls of the cushiest joint in town. After that, no more calls, he doesn't show up for work, two days later he takes a swan dive." I shrugged, laying the papers down in front of me so Sam could flick through them too. I could feel the poor nerd itching to do the research himself but since he broke his wrist, I took the job upon myself.