Supernatural Series Rewrite- Season 1

Dead Man's Blood- Part 1

"I don't think I've ever been this bored." You breathed heavily, walking into the motel room you had for a few days. You and the boys hadn't had a case for a while now and it was starting to eat at you. All your life, you've been busy and always had something to do. There was no time for downtime.

But recently, it's been like the cases didn't want to present themselves to you. So in the meantime, you decided to go to the gym right next store to get your blood pumping. Hunting was your workout and you tried working out as much as you can, so that is why you were very sweaty, very indecent, and very out of breath.

"Damn, sweetheart, you know you can always ask me for a workout." Dean looked up at you and winked. You blushed but Sam commented almost immediately.

"Please, not while I'm in the room." He didn't even look up from his laptop. You smiled and walked over to Dean, bending down and kissing the corner of his mouth, teasing him.

"I'll be in the shower." You smirked and stood up, swaying your hips as you walked away.

"Dean, sit your ass down," Sam said. You didn't have to look back to know that Dean was pouting. After a refreshing shower, you joined Dean on the bed and looked at the newspaper he was looking at.

"Still nothing?" You asked him.

"Still nothing. Sam, what do you got?" Dean folded the paper and put his arm around you, pulling you in close.

"Well, I've been scanning Wyoming, Colorado, and South Dakota. A woman in Iowa fell 10,000 feet from an airplane and survived." Sam said, looking up.

"I don't think that's up our alley." You said, scrunching your face.

"Yeah," Sam mumbled.

"Hey you know we could just keep heading east back to Upstate New York. We could drop by and see Sarah again. Huh? Cool chick man. You two seemed pretty friendly. What do you say?" Dean smirked and looked at his brother. Sam sighed and smiled faintly at the memory of Sarah but shook his head.

"Yeah, I don't know, maybe someday. But in the meantime, we got a lot of work to do Dean, and you know that."

"Alright, what else do you got?"

"Uh, man in Colorado, local man named Daniel Elkins, was found mauled in his home," Sam said. You peeked up and looked at Dean.

"Elkins? I know that name." Dean said, getting up.

"Doesn't ring a bell," Sam shrugged. You looked at Dean to see him grab his father's journal. "Sounds like the police don't know what to think. At first, they said it was some sort of bear attack and now, they've found some signs of robbery." Dean flipped through the journal, showing Sam a page when he found it.

"Dad mentions a man named Elkins in this journal. It has a number and everything." Dean said.

"You think it's the same person?" You asked.

"It's a Colorado area number." Dean shrugged.

"Finally, something to do!" You smiled and got up, packing quickly. You three were on the road in no time, zooming to Colorado. It was snowing by the time you got there and you gasped like a child on Christmas Day.

"Dean, it's snowing!" You exclaimed. You looked back at him to see him smiling. It took you until nightfall to get to the place and when you did, there was a fresh blanket of snow on the ground. You jumped out and grabbed a snowball, throwing it at Dean. He's always been quick with his reflexes and this time was no different.

"Sweetheart, we have work to do." You pouted but followed the boys inside. Everything was dark and you tried the light switch but it was busted. You took out your flashlight and looked around the place. It was a mess as if there was a real fight going on here.