Graceful Jack (Supernatural)

Chapter Four

In the morning, Dean was slow to get out of bed. Cas didn't sleep, and Jack was too jumpy for Dean. "I need a beer before we go." Dean didn't enjoy yesterday with those two hunters as the others had.

    "We said we would be there," Sam argued.

    "We don't need them," Dean complained. "We have their notes, and we know where the succubus is going to strike. We'll go. We don't need them." He opened a beer and took a drink. "We should be looking into the victims, talking to the bartenders, doing that stuff."

    Sam looked over to Jack, who was desperate to get going. "Jack and I are going to go meet them." That was the end of that discussion.

    At the diner up the street, which Syd had called a cafe, the walls were a bright yellow. Old pictures of cars hung off the walls. It looked very much like other diners across the United States that hadn't changed in over seventy years. The vinyl seats cracked under the pressure, and the sparkles oozed from the sides. White foam peeked through. The tables were worn down, and splinters jutted out. The old floor was covered in the black marks.

    When Sam and Jack entered, a bell rang on the door, and Syd glanced up from the file in front of her. As for Fee, she was nowhere to be seen. Syd didn't smile but waved them over. Sam and Jack joined her, sitting across. Jack looked around the diner, hoping to see Fee, but there was no such luck.

    "Good morning," Syd greeted, stirring her coffee. "No other colleagues this fine morning?"

    "They wanted to go to the crime scenes, talk to the victim's families--"

    "Those families are going to be seeing a lot of FBI agents, aren't they?" Fee asked from behind Jack. Jumping, Jack spun around in his seat as she hovered behind him. "Good morning." She smiled at him directly, and Jack's cheeks heated up. She turned to Sam and said, "Hiya."

    Sam nodded.

    Taking her seat from across Jack, Fee shook back her brown hair and focused on the menu in front of her. "What are we all thinking?"

    Syd responded, "Pancakes for you."

    "Of course. Pancakes are my favorite." Fee shut the menu.

    "Mine too," Jack lied. Fee's eyes came up to him, but that was all.

    After ordering, Sam asked, "So, has anything changed from last night?"

    Syd looked to Fee, who stepped up to the plate. "If you're asking if there were any more dead bodies showing up, then no. We managed to get the sheriff on the phone, but she wasn't forthcoming. Hopefully Dean and Cas will have better luck." It was impossible to have worst luck. With Dean and Cas on the case, the two hunters had to trust that those two would've been able to get information out of the sheriff.

    "As for us," Syd said, "we did more digging last night. This isn't the first time this town has had a succubus problem." She pulled out file and put it across the table. Lowering her voice, she said, "About thirty or so years ago, they had five males die in a week. The males were taken from up the river--"

    "Also known where the money is," Fee said. "It caused a huge stir at the time because money, so the succubus had to move downstream where no one cares when poor people die."

    Syd cleared her throat, not happy with how her sister talked like that.

    Fee rolled her eyes at the sister. "What? You know it's true. It just goes to show that the succubus is getting smarter. Too many eyes were watching last time, but no one really cares now except for the locals papers."

    "And local papers are dying out," Sam finished. No one read the local papers, and no one cared about the three dead men. "I'll pass this along to Dean and Cas. It will give them something to work with when it comes to the sheriff." Syd slid the paper over further so he had a better picture to take. "Thank you."

    Syd took the paper and put it back into her bag.

    Breakfast was served, and it turned out that Fee really liked pancakes. She only put butter on them, not even syrup, and she stuffed them into her mouth. It looked like she only breathed to drink some of her orange juice. She took another bite of the pancake. Jack ate his own pancakes, peeping through his long eyelashes to follow what she did. He hoped it might've made her like him better. She didn't seem to be paying attention. Sam and Syd had their own conversation going, but whatever they talked about leaked into her. Suddenly, Fee perked up.

    Automatically, Jack asked, "What is it?"

    Sam and Syd turned their attention to Fee. "The succubus doesn't have a type."

    Everyone but Fee had no idea what she was talking about, so they stared at her dumbfoundedly.

    "That's weird," Fee argued. "You would think if any girl is going to have a type, it would be a succubus. They seem like they would picky creatures, you know?" They didn't. "I'm just saying that it's weird." Fee went back to her pancakes.

    Sam nudged Jack, and he nearly dropped his fork into the syrup. "Yeah, it's weird," Jack agreed.

    Fee looked up and smiled.

    Once breakfast was done, the group started their walk back to the motel. Dean and Cas had taken the Impala, and it wasn't that much of a walk. Sam and Syd were deep in conversation, becoming fast friends. It was easy to see that they were more of the nerds. Both of them liked research and to know facts. Fee liked brute force-- actually, she usually was the brute force. Her height was one of things that made her the brute force. Noticing this, Fee made her steps longer, and Jack rushed to keep up.

    When they were fifteen feet ahead or so, she finally slowed her steps. Jack walked beside her, looking down at the cracks in the sidewalk concrete. It spiraled along, and dead brown weeds stuck out. He didn't step on the cracks. Jack tried to psych himself up, mouthing the words that Sam had just told him to say.

    Suddenly, Fee spun around, looking back at Syd and Sam. "It's weird."

    Jack poked his head up. "What's weird?" He, too, moved to look back at Sam. Neither of them continued to notice the younger two walking ahead. "Sam and Syd?"

    Fee spun back around to walk the correct way. "I feel like they're our chaperones."

    "Chaperones," Jack said the word clearly and slowly, trying to pick out a definition.

Already, Fee had picked out that Jack was a bit different, but it wasn't bad. She liked it. Jack wasn't acting like most men did when they obviously liked her, and it was completely obvious that he liked her. "Chaperones, like they're our parents, watching us. Like back in the Victorian age, people, if going on dates, would have to be watched by parents or by guardians because they couldn't be trusted."

His cheeks turned pink. She had said date, and of course, she noticed.

"Have you ever seen Pride and Prejudice?"

Jack shook his head.

"You've never seen Pride and Prejudice!" She wasn't outraged as much as excited.

Jack had never heard of it. "Do you like Pride and Prejudice?"

"Oh, no. I hate Pride and Prejudice. That thing is absolutely boring. It puts me to sleep." Fee glanced forward. "You know what the great thing about small town is: they still have some sort of movie renting service." Taking Jack's hand, Fee led him forward, taking a quick right into a movie store.