My Supernatural Life.

Tall Tales

We got to their motel and I was hiding my stomach because I was really starting to show if I was wearing my normal cloths, so I was in jeans and one of Anthony's sweatshirts. I got out of the car and headed to the boy's room and I knocked on the door. Bobby was right behind me when Sam opened the door.

"Hey, Bobby. Hey, Kell."

"Hey, guys."

"Hey, Bobby." Dean said getting up from the bed. "Hey, Kelly."

I hugged Sam. "Hey, Sammy." I turned and Dean wrapped his arms around me, "Hey, Dean."

"It's good to see you again so soon." Bobby said.

"Yeah, uh, thanks for coming." Sam said.

"Thank God you're here." Dean said.

"So, um, what didn't you want to talk about over the phone?"

"It's this job we're working." Sam said. "We weren't sure you'd believe us."

I giggled and looked in-between my two friends, "Well, we can believe a lot."

"No. Yeah, yeah, I know." Sam said looking at me. "It's just we've never seen anything like it."

Dean cut in looking at me and making a little face, "Not even close."

Sam looked at Dean and continued his thought, "We thought we could use some fresh eyes."

"Why don't you start at the beginning?" Bobby said.

"Um, all right. Please, sit." Sam said gesturing toward the bed. I sat comfortably in the center of Dean's bed leaning against the headboard looking a lot like Dean normally did. Bobby sat on the edge of the same bed. Sam started to tell us the story of what was going on. Sam was giving us all the details about the case. A professor fell from his office and they said it was an accident. But there was a legend that the building was haunted so they went to go talk to some of the students about it. They didn't get anything from them. Sam then started talking about Dean and how he was acting in the bar with some girl.

I was now laying on my back and started giggling at this conversation.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a minute."

"What?"

"Come on, Dude. That's not how it happened."

"No? So you never drank a purple-nurple?"

Bobby looked at me and I made a face at him.

"Yeah, maybe that, but... I don't say things like, 'feisty little wildcat.' And her name wasn't Starla."

"Then what was it?"

"I don't know, but she was a classy chick. Kelly, you would have liked her." He said directing it to me as if to say that he needed to have my approval of the girls that he would have a one night stand with. "She was a grad student. Anthropology and folklore. We were talking about local ghost stories."

Dean then gave us his side of the story and it was all about the girl. I rolled my eyes and just started laughing at how much of a 'classy chick' she was. Dean then made Sam sound like he was a bossy dick. I started laughing from my spot on the bed and couldn't control my laughter.

"Shut up Kelly." Sam directed to me. "Right, and that's how it really happened? I don't sound like that, Dean!"

"That's what you sound like to me." Dean said mumbling.

"Okay. What's going on with you two?" Bobby asked.

"Nothing. It's nothing." Sam said.

"Come on." Bobby was going full dad mode. "You're bickering like an old married couple."