Angel in Flannel [d.w.]

//Chapter 27: F**k you, ghostie//

Angel in Flannel
A.N:

Ahhhhhhh! She's a Winchester!!!! Guys, that chapter was so fun to write! I wanted there to be some happiness and joy before I smack you with all the sad and gut wrenching feels. And hey! 2,000 readers! Thanks guys! I hope you enjoy this chapter and comment and vote! I love feedback!

Tessa Sloane Winchester

Tess hadn't told Dean what God told her in that bar, she had told him that the volume had simple turned up. Luckily, Dean bought it and they enjoyed the rest of their honeymoon. They joined back with Sam and solved a few cases, a Sinful City and a town full of Bedtime Stories come to life.

"It says here in the report Miss Case that your niece drowned in the shower, we were wondering if Sheila might've said anything strange or had out of the ordinary behavior in the days leading up to her death?" Tess inquired, sounding purely professional as she closed the stolen case file, hoping that the old woman had useful information.

"Now wait just a minute," Miss Case grinned. "You're working with Alex, aren't you?"

Tess could've swore she had heard that name in their line of work but she couldn't quite piece it together.

"Yep. Absolutely." Dean lied, wanting to maintain their cover. "Alex and us, we're like this." He held up two crossed fingers to support his words.

"Well why didn't you just say so? Alex has been such a comfort. But I'm sorry, I thought the case was solved?" Miss Case sat down, getting comfortable in her arm chair as she looked up at the Winchesters hopefully.

"Well, no. No. Not yet. But we were discussing your niece." Sam redirected the conversation back to the case.

"Yes. Of course. And Sheila did mention something quite strange before she died. She said she saw a boat. One moment it was there and the next it was gone. Do you think it could be a ghost ship?" Miss Case asked, clearly, somehow, knowing about the supernatural. "Alex thinks it could be a ghost ship."

"It could vary well be a great number of things, Miss Case." Tess spoke up do to the fact that the boys were trying to think up a lie to conceal their world of horror.

Sam cleared his throat, finding his footing. "But we're looking into ghost ships as of right now."

"Well, let me know if there's anything I can do for you." Miss Case traced her fingers across his in a sexual manor, staring up at him suggestively. "Anything at all."

Tess and Dean withheld their laughter until they left the Case residence. Taking this golden opportunity to make fun of Sam.