Underlying Emotion

Chapter Two- Just Another Day

“Agent Meranda and Jones,” I say, showing my F.B.I badge to the cop as I enter the crime scene in the home. A little girl and her mother were sitting on the couch crying, I assume the man who died was the husband and father. I look around for signs of struggle. The cops point us in the direction or the body, and we enter the room seeing right away it couldn’t have been a werwolf. Sam and I get closer to the body, seeing bruises all down his back, as if he was shoved into the wall, and dried blood coming from his eyes and mouth. He did have claw marks all down his body, but they looked old, or at least not the reason he died. I look over at Sam and it’s written on his face that he feels the same.

“Hey,” I whisper, “let’s go talk to the family,” I say, standing up from my kneeling position and heading back to where the crying mother and kid are.

“Hi, I’m Agent Jones and this is my partner Agent Meranda,” Sam says as we sit down in the chairs adjacent to them.

“We were wondering if he-“ I continue, only to be cut off.

“Jack,” the women says, she’s young, in her thirties at most, her daughter was about 8 or 9.

“Yes, sorry, Jack, had any enemies you know of?”

“The police said an animal attacked him…” she questions.

“Well we like to be very thorough, just in case.”

“Jack was the sweetest man, no one would hurt him- how dare you!” she’s nearly crying again.

“Have you noticed any clod spots, unexplained noises, starching..?” Sam butts in.

“Actually, yes, but I never thought much of it.”

“Mommy, tell them about the monster in my closet…” the daughter whispers, tugging on her shirt.

“What have I told you? There’s no such thing as monsters!” The mom scolds, “ I’m sorry officers.”

“That’s quite alright,” I say as me and Sam exchange looks.

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As soon as we get in the car, my thoughts bounce back to my Castiel. What Sam doesn’t know is the last time we were alone… the last time I saw my very best friend, we were alone in a hotel room, and sitting on the bed…

…~”Cas, you look upset, what’s wrong?” I ask, putting my arm around his shoulder, scooting a little closer.

“Nothing, I was just wondering about you, these trials aren’t just taking the life out of Sam, you seem so tired and you need your rest.”

“I’m fine, I just need to pour another shot…” I say, grabbing the flask sitting at my feet and taking a swig. I put it up to my mouth once more, but Cas grabs it and lowers it.

“You don’t need that,” he reassures me, and something in his voice makes me believe him. I look over to see him face so very close to mine. I glance down at his perfect soft lips, wanting nothing more than to kiss them and never stop.

“Dean,” he breaths, the sound of his voice giving me goosebumps. I look up at his eyes, getting lost in his soul as it entwined with mine and my face leans in ever so slightly, and he meets me in the middle, his lips pressing onto mine, my lips tremble for more as he pulls away, I pull him back in and his lips meet mine once more, but this time the kissing doesn’t stop, I open my mouth to let his tongue explore my mouth, needing all of him to be mine more than ever before. I fall asleep holding him, not knowing he’d be gone when I woke up…~

“Dean, you okay?” Sam asks, bringing me back to the present.

“Yeah…” I exhale, my breath taken away by the memory, I clear my throat, “Yeah I’m fine.”

“I think we’re dealing with some kind of angry spirit. I think we should look up and see if anyone died in the house.”

“Okay, well, let’s get back to the bunker,” I say, just as my phone rings. I flip it open, but my heart drops when I hear the voice.

“Cas..?”