Pour Me Out ~ Supernatural Fanfiction

The Van Allen's vs Twilight

Six girls in seven days. That's what brought them to Aurora, Illinois. Sam had just finished up tuning into the seventh call when his eyes caught an all too familiar face through the window of the police station and across the road. Her long brown curls tumbled down her back and with a jerk of her chin, she silently told him to follow before disappearing into the crowd that roamed the street.

Sam's eyes turned over to where Dean was talking with the girls by the cars and back the way that she disappeared to. "Damn it," he silently curse for giving in to the temptation and hurried after.

He found Catherine resting up against the long street light pole with a smirk. "What the Hell are you doing here?"

"Look at all of you, back together again. How's that feel?" She smirked up at him, cocking her hip to one side as she shifted her weight to one foot.

"You know, if Dean finds out that you're here. You're dead." He pointed out, his hands on his hip, and his tone short and blunt.

Catherine quirked an eyebrow at him, "happy to know that you still care." Sam let out a short chuckle, but it held no real amusement to it. "Tell me, does your brother know what's been going on with you this past year?"

"Goodbye Catherine," Sam turned to leave, not about to give her the time of day. However, she had other plans.

"Hey, hey!" She stepped in front of him, pressing a hand into his chest to keep him from moving around her. She smirked up at him, her cat-like Hazel eyes glinting in the sunlight, "They don't, do they? Do you even know yourself?"

Sam let out a slow breath, "I have it all under control."

"Please, you're moody and you're clueless," She teased, making Sam question why even bothered to follow her over here. Nothing good ever came from this woman. "You're gonna end up getting yourself killed."

"What do you know Catherine?" he asked, growing impatient with her games, she simply smiled innocently up at him, twirling in her spot slightly. Sam scoffed, he didn't know why he thought now, all of the sudden, she was going to start giving him some straight forward answers. "Goodbye Catherine."

This time when he went to leave, she didn't stop him, turning to watch him go, "Don't say I didn't warn you."

"Glad to know you still care," He turned to walk backwards tossing her a sly grin before heading off to where his brother and the girls were waiting. Catherine shook her head at him in disbelief, her lips turning up into a small smile.

He crossed the street back over to the precinct and then over to where the Impala and the Buick was parked, all three of them waiting. "What took you so long?" Dean asked, pushing off the hood when he saw his younger brother approaching.

Sam stole a glance over his shoulder like he had expected her to follow. She didn't. "Uh, nothing," he shook his head. "Take a look at these." Sam handed a pile of case files to Alayna since she was in the middle.

She flipped through them with a slight frown, "Six girls in seven days." She noted.

"Which is more disappearances than this city has seen in over a year, all about the same age." Sam told them and Karoline looked up at him curiously then at the files of the girls. None of them seemed to break 19 years of age.

"And cute." Dean commented as he leafed through the pictures. Sam scoffed. "Hey, ice cream comes in lots of flavours, Sam."

"Right, sure." Sam rolled his eyes. "Well half a dozen girls, late teens, a shower away from greatness. Sounds like a profile. I mean, what else they got in common?"