Cliché

Tension

Dean rested his arms above his head, he spun his chair around to look around the Sheriff's office. It had become a routine, him being in her office. He was there half the time and the other half, in the motel room. Sheriff Hanks walked into her office and set down some more paperwork on her desk. It was getting a little cluttered, stacks of case files, paperwork, etc. As soon as she sat down she tossed her head back and let out a groan. Dean watched as she tried to rub all the emotions out of her eyes. He reached out to her but hesitated to touch. The Sheriff didn't seem bothered by it so Dean let his hand rest on hers. Her eyes met with his not long after. Her breath got caught in her throat. His eyes were so green, they were a familiar green to her. Slowly, she pulled her hand away and cleared her throat. Dean looked down at his feet while a light blushed crawled up his neck.
"So," Sheriff Hanks began. "my officers radioed in that Sean is charged with triple homicide." Dean folded his arms while shifting in his seat.
"Right, but he's dead though." Sheriff Hanks wiped her face with both hands and sighed.
"Yeah." The two went back into their awkward silence. Dean would look at the Sheriff when she wasn't looking or vise versa. After what seemed like an eternity in the silence, Dean's phone rang. He answered immediately, wanting to escape the awkwardness.
"Hello?" Dean waited for a greeting from his brother.
"So get this," Dean rolled his eyes. "I think I know how all these families are connected, and who the siren is."
"Aces! Now, how and who?" Dean looked back at the sheriff who was sorting through case files.
"I'll tell you when you get back, alright?" Dean let out an overdramatic sigh before agreeing. "Great, be back soon." Sam hung up and left Dean with the Sheriff. Dean turned around to look at the sheriff again.
"Hey, my partner thinks he found something so I'm gonna go..." She lifted her head up and gave Dean a smile.
"Alright Agent, good luck." Dean nodded his head and smiled before walking out. She waited until Agent Plant had left the station before pulling out a cassette tape. 'Baby' was all that was written on it. She plopped it into the tape player she had in the corner of her office.
"This is for my girlfriend of 3 and a half months." A teenage boy could be heard on the tape. The sheriff smiled and continued listening. "I've got all her favorite songs on here, including the most famous one, November Rain."
"Jesus you need to stop, you're embarrassing both of us!" A girl shouted at him from a distance.
"Nah, we're fine. Love you, baby!" Then the voices cut out and Come Together by The Beatles started to play. Sheriff Hanks hummed along to the beat.

"Alright, Sammy this better be good." Dean barked as he entered the motel room.
"Oh, my afternoon was fine, thanks for asking Dean." Sam looked at his brother with a bitch face complimented by pursed lips.
"Yeah yeah, now tell me what you've got." Sam rolled his eyes while closing his laptop and setting it on his bed.
"All the families knew the same person, the siren, so that's how." Dean mockingly shrugged.
"Alright, I figured that much, now who?"
"It's obviously someone's time of the month," Dean growled at Sam, warning him to shut up. "Dean, you're not gonna like who it is." Dean settled down and gave his brother with his full attention. "Dean it's the Sheriff."
"Nope."
"But Dean-"
"Nuh-uh"
"Dean you're 34 years old act-"
"It's not her Sam."
"Dean I- I swear to god if you interrupt me again I will punch you." Dean sat in silence, waiting for his brother to continue. "I know you don't notice it but I do. The other week you hooked up with, like, 4 bartenders from the last down. This week you haven't even gone to the bar."
"Sam, you know that it's ok for me not to sleep with women all the time." Dean folded his arms.
"I know, but the only reason you haven't done that is that you've been spending all your time with the sheriff. I mean, I haven't seen you look at a girl that way since-"
"Don't you dare say her name! Or so help me I will smash your computer." Sam shut up and watched as his older brother got up to go sit on his bed. Sam sighed and stood up. He grabbed his jacket and his gun.
"I'm going to go look for the thing. If you're already under her spell, god help you." Sam scampered out the door and left Dean alone, in the darkness of the hotel room.

Sam drove over by a curb, a couple of streets from the police station. He was going to wait for the sheriff to come out, then that's when he'd nab her. He was planning on how to confront her when there was a knock at the Impala's window. He looked to his side to see the lady that worked at the morgue.
"Agent Plant right?" Her voice muffled through the glass. "My car broke down a street over, can you help?" Sam rolled the window down.
"Yeah, I guess. Hop in, I'll drive you back." She smiled before sliding into the passenger's seat. Sam drove down to her car and parked.
"Thanks, Agent."
"No problem."
"One more thing though." She pulled Sam up by the collar and sent her lips crashing into his. He froze. She kissed his passionately yet soft. Finally, Sam took control and shoved her off.
"What the hell?" Then he stopped. He felt his blood boil, then go cold. It was a weird sensation. Then his mind went blank.

Dean sat on his bed, eating his leftover breakfast. Scooby-Doo played on the Tv. He couldn't help but laugh at the stupid stuff Scooby and Shaggy would do. He loved the show. He used to watch it all the time as a kid, mostly when he was with Sam. Finally, Dean thinks he's had enough of the show, so he shut the Tv off and throw his trash away. He shed off all layers of clothing except for his Metallica T-Shirt and his boxers. He snatched his handgun from the end table and stuck it under his pillow. Dean pulled the covers over him and flopped onto his stomach. He kept his hand right hand under his pillow so he had easy access to his gun if he needed it. From there, Dean Winchester fell into an unsteady sleep.
A couple of hours passed by, Dean still slept somewhat peacefully. The motel room's door creaked. Dean's eyes snapped open but he stayed in place, pretending to be asleep. Footsteps carried over to Sam's bed. But he knew that it wasn't his brother, the footsteps were too light. He gripped his gun tight as the person inched closer to his bed. When the figure was just hovering above him, he sprung out of his bed and slammed the person into the other. He had his gun pointed at their head. He went to reach for the light switch.

Jfc it's been too long!!! I missed y'all so much. I'm so sorry that I've been gone. I'm making a comeback though, believe me. I have the next two chapters planned out two so that cool. Again I missed ya'll! Love y'all and I'll see y'all in the next chapter!!! :)