Love Conquers Evil

"Shut Up"

Sam, Dean, and I split up and each went to a victims house to talk to the husband.

"Ms. Jensen," Mrs. Avery sounded surprise.

"Please, it's Ashley. I wondering if I could ask your husband a few questions?" I asked smiling sweetly.

"My husband?" She asked confused.

"Yes, ma'am," I said.

"What for?" She asked.

"We've made a little progress in the case and have a few follow up questions," I explained.

"Ok," She said motioning me inside.

"Frank!" She called up the stairs.

A tall man with dark hair and dark eyes came bounding down the stairs.

He was quite ruggedly handsome.

"Mr. Avery," I greeted. "I'm Ashley, I'm working in the case of all the disappearances."

"Call me Frank," He said giving me a toothy smile.

I smiled back.

"I was wondering if I could ask you a couple follow up questions?" I asked.

I looked over at Mrs. Avery who watched us carefully.

"In private?" I inquired.

He noticed Mrs. Avery standing by and smiled at her.

"Honey, can you go make some coffee?" He asked her.

She have us a tight smile.

"Sure," She said leaving the room.

"Now, Frank, I know this is going to be a touchy subject, but I need the truth," I said lowering my voice a little.

"No problem," He said.

I almost scoffed.

"I need to know who you you've had sexual relations with, recently," I said softly.

His eyes widened.

"I don't see how that's important to the case," He said narrowing his eyes.

"Me. Avery, Frank, I'm sorry, I'm just covering all of the bases," I said slowly.

He sighed.

"I need a name," I said.

"Please you have to understand," He said rushing his words. "That night is pretty much a blur. I must have had one too many drinks and ended up going home with this girl. It was a terrible accident."

"Me. Avery," I said. "I need a name.

He sighed again.

"Olivia," He finally said.

"Did you get a last name?" I asked writing down her name in a small hand notebook.

He shook his head.

"Do you remember what she looks like?" I asked. "Or where she lives?"

He shook his head.

"Like I said, I was pretty wasted, I barely remember anything about that night," He said.

"Come on, think back," I persuaded. "Even the smallest detail works in our favor."

He ran a hand through his dark hair, tousling it.

Suddenly he froze and looked at me with wide eyes.

"I remember she has a freckle, a freckle under her right eyes," He said.

I smiled greatly.

"Thank you, Mr. Avery, that will be everything," I said heading for the front door.

He followed me and opened the door for me.

He leaned against the door with a flirty grin.

"I thought I said it was Frank?" He asked.

A small laugh escaped my lips as I shook my head.

"I think you should keep the flirting for your wife," I said tapping his cheek with the palm of my hand lightly.

I turned around and walked away without another word.

I looked over my shoulder once I got to the sidewalk to find that he was still watching me, biting his lip.

Damn, he's sexy.

"Who's sexy?" Deans voice sounded behind me.

I jumped and turned around.

Was I talking aloud again?

Damn.

I grinned at Dean.

"Frank," I said simply.

He rose an eyebrow at me.

"Frank?" He asked.

I nodded enthusiastically.

"Yup, Frank Avery," I said motioning with my head at the Avery household.

Frank was no longer standing at the door, watching.

The door was now closed.

"First name bases, huh?" He questioned.

I nodded again.

"Yes, he took an interest with me," I grinned.

I turned around and started walking down the sidewalk towards the second house I needed to go to.

Dean grabbed my waist and turned me around, pulling me to his chest.

"Yes?" I asked with a cheeky grin.

Instead of saying anything he pressed a rough kiss to my lips.

My hands wound up around his neck and in his hair, involuntarily.

The familiar feeling if butterflies in my stomach came back.

The same electrical feeling swept through my body.

He pulled back a couple seconds later.

"I would say someone's jealous," I said grinning.

"Shut up," Dean growled with smirk pulling at his lips.

I wiggled out of his grip and quickly walked to the second house.

Looking over my shoulder, Dean stood there staring me like he didn't know what just happened, even though he's the one who did it.

I gave him a flirty smile before turning the corner.

I went to the second house and asked the same questions and got the same answer.

Back at the motel we revealed what we got to each other.

"The night was a blur and he totally regrets it," I said.

"Same," Sam said.

"Yup," Dean added.

"All they could remember was a freckle under the right eye," I continued.

They guys sighed.

"Ok, so we all got different names but the same info, the woman is all the same person," I said.

I laid back on the bed, my arms over my head.

I sat up quickly when I realized who it was.

"Guys," I called out.

They gave me a curious glance.