Angel in Flannel [d.w.]

//Chapter 13: Everything, Everything//

Tessa Sloane Morgans

"Dude! This is sweet! We never get to work jobs like this!" Dean grinned as they got out of the Impala in front of the Pierponic Inn in Cornwall, Connecticut. Tess sighed as she pulled her duffle bag from the backseat as she asked the perky hunter "Not that I'm complaining, but what kind of case?"

They had been cooped up in a motel together for a month, doing everything they could to find Ava, with no luck. Tess praised the good Lord for Ellen sending a case their way.

She and Dean avoided talking about their relationship completely and stuck to business, though they joked around like everything was fine, frustrating Sam to no end.

"Old school haunted houses. You know, fog, secret passage ways, sissy British accents." Dean chuckled humorously, sending a smirk Tess's way. "Bet you a drink that you can't do a British accent."

Tess returned the smirk, having spent quite some time in Europe. "I'll take you on that, Mister Winchester. A top shelf glass of whiskey would be remarkable. Thank you." She pulled off flawlessly, sounding as if she had been plucked straight from the streets of Britain. Deans jaw dropped, both shocked an aroused by her imitation

"Guys, I don't think haunted is the problem." Sam interrupted them, pointing at the flower pot in front of the entrance.

"What do you mean?" Tess asked, her normal tone replacing the accent.

"See this here? It's a Quincunx. A five spot." Sam observed cautiously.

"Five spot? So we're looking at hoodoo spell work?" Dean questioned, slightly disappointed that the house wasn't truly haunted.

"You fill that with blood weed, you've got a powerful charm to ward off enemies." Tess added, having dealt with her fair share of hoodoo. "But there's no blood weed in sight."

"Don't you think this place is a little too 'white meat' for hoodoo?" Dean quirked an eyebrow as his green eyes scanned the surrounding building.

"Maybe. Let's go check in and find out."

When they entered, a woman greeted them at the front desk. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'd like to book two rooms for a couple of nights." Dean replied gruffly as he approached the desk. Two girls charged into the foyer, blowing past Sam and Tess as they giggled with joy.

"Sorry about that." The clerk apologized for her children.

"It's no problem." Sam waved off with a gentle smile.