A heavy chill enveloped your sore limbs as you walked in silence through the doors of the Kappa Delta sorority house. Normally, you might have suspected a vengeful spirit to be lurking nearby, but today...? Well, it was probably just your battered and bruised body, reacting to the blood you had lost in the fight against those stupid demons.
Crouching down beside a set of spiraling, wooden stairs, you ran your fingertips over what appeared to be a pile of powdered, yellow chalk.
Sulfur.
I guess, you hadn't been able to completely exorcise the demons, after all.
"Sam... Dean..." you called, rubbing the sulfur between your thumb and index finger. "Check this out." Gazing up and over your shoulder, you watched as the Winchester brothers examined the yellow powder from above you. "This wasn't here before..." you explained, bringing the sulfur up to your nose. It smelled similar to that of rotting eggs. "We must've missed something... there has to be another demon."
"Well... I doubt its one of those sorority girls." Sam declared, his hazel eyes darting around the dark room, searching for more clues. "The police taped this place off, hours ago."
"So, you're thinking its one of the cops?" Dean asked, holding his calloused hand out to aid you in standing. The green-eyed man frowned when you let out a pained groan. "Are you okay, [Y/N]?"
"Yeah. I'm fine... just a little sore." you assured him with an appreciative smile, a soft blush rising into your cheeks. You couldn't deny the fact that you had strong feelings for Dean Winchester; and though he had never brought up the subject, you were almost certain that he felt a similar passion for you. He was your best friend, the only man that you could ever picture spending your life with... the single ray of sunshine that pierced through your, otherwise, gloomy days on Earth.
He was your rock. He was your soul. He was your everything.
"Are you sure?" Dean quizzed, giving your body a quick scan. "...because, if you aren't feeling up to this hunt, I could always take you back to the motel." At his worry, you shook your head and patted him gently on the shoulder. "I don't want you to overwork yourself, [Y/N]."
"Dean, I'm absolutely fine." you grinned, leaning up to place a friendly kiss on the man's perfectly scruffy cheek. "You know that I'd much rather be here, than locked away in some stuffy motel room. Besides..." you dragged on, shivering at the unpleasant thoughts that popped into your head. "...who knows how many creepy, old men have watched 'Casa Erotica' on that bed."
"That's disgusting, [Y/N]." Sam whined with a shudder, while Dean chuckled, seemingly unfazed.
"I can't say I haven't done worse."
"Eww, Dean." you laughed, giving the man a light shove. "Let's try to focus on the hunt, okay?"
"Please." Sam nearly begged, his mind more than likely reeling after your joke... and Dean's nonchalant confession.
He would probably choose to sleep in the Impala tonight.
"Okay... so, we're thinking that the demon possessed one of the police officers, right?" you inquired, absentmindedly picking at your neatly trimmed nails. "Why don't we head over to the station, see if we can't find him... or her?"
"Actually... why don't you stay here, [Y/N]?" Dean suggested warily, knowing that you would probably want to tag along for any possible 'dirty' work. "Maybe, you'll find something that could lead us to the demon..." With the shrug of your shoulders, you exhaled deeply, surprisingly relieved that you wouldn't have to risk any further injury. Dean, however, took your prolonged silence in a negative way, probably believing that you were upset. "I... It's just... you said that you were sore." he stuttered, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "I thought you might appreciate the opportunity to lie low."
