You Are A What

Chapter 25~ Aw, Sam's Dimples!

Chapter 25

Arianna's POV

    Scrolling down the news on Sam's laptop,  I see a article. Clicking it the picture enlarges showing a bridge. In the corner of the picture there is a tall man in a long jacket and top hat. I scan over the article. College student commits suicide. She fell backwards. Usually suicides are jump forwards. "Hey, Sam. Come take a look at this." I turn to Sam who was putting on a fresh shirt. "What?" I feel him put his hands on my shoulders looking at the screen. "A suicide?" Sam says looking at me strange. "I know, but don't you see that strange man. Also, suicides are usually forward." I look up to him. He was squinting his eyes looking at the picture closer. "You're right. Are you sure we should look into it?" I gave him a surprised look. He has never asked me that. Usually he says he will ask Dean. "Uh, yeah. It could be something." I said stumbling over the first few words. Sam then smiles at me. That really cute smile that makes his dimples stand out. "Are you gonna clean up?" I come out of my daze and run my hands down my face hoping I didn't drool. "Yeah." I blush and grab my duffle taking it to the bathroom.


Dean's POV

    "Are you sure you're okay?" Taylor ask me for what seemed to be the hundredth time. "Yes. How many times do I have to tell you that?" I say. "However many times it takes you to tell the truth." She says smiling sarcastically. "You can be a real pain in the a*s." I said looking toward her. "That means so much coming from you." Taylor then grabbed her bag taking it to the bathroom.  I run a hand through my hair. D*ck move Dean. "Hey, Dean can you hand me my socks? I left them on the bed." I look over to the door where Taylor's head was poked out. "Sure." I walk over to her bed. Right there on the bed is a pair of Lion King socks. I shake my head a little then walk over to the door. "You have a serious obsession." I said handing them to her. She just smiled sheepishly then closed the door back. A  knock on the door alarms me. Walking over ready to shoot whomever it was I see Sam. "Woah, It's just me." He said putting up his hands a little bit. I opened the door more allowing him in the room. "What's up?" I asked laying down the pistol.  "Arianna thinks she found us a case." He said sitting down his bag. "Okay. Ghost, Poltergeist, Shapeshifter, or etc etc." I said trailing off. "A ghost I guess. Setting up death's like they are suicides. A 22 year old girl, Amanda Elridge commits suicide by jumping off a bridge." He said opening his laptop. "So, people commit suicide all the time? What makes her think it is a ghost?" Why is this one special? "So get this, she fell backwards. How many times do you hear of a suicide falling backwards. Also, look at this photo took right after her death." Sam said turning around the laptop so I could see.  I scan the photo in the corner a fuzzy looking man in a dress coat and hat stood. The weird thing was that he didn't have eyes from what you can see. "Are you thinking vengeful spirit? Casper making people take the plunge?" I ask turning the laptop towards him. "I don't know, but we should check it out just to be sure." At that moment Taylor comes from the bathroom. Her pajama shorts riding low on her hips and a shirt that seem to stick to her. "Check out what?" Taylor ask. "A new case." Her face lit up with interest at Sam's statement. "Where's Ari?" She said walking over combing her hair with her fingers. "In the shower." Sam said as if remembering she was there. Taylor gives him a look. "Go." She says pointing to the door. He quickly leaves going back to where Ari was. "Simba just isn't used to traveling with a lady I guess." Taylor said smiling a little sitting down where Sam had been. "A suicide?" Taylor says arching her eyebrow. "Yeah. Ari thinks something strange is going on." I said crossing my arms scooting away from her. "Dean?" I just stop from a minute. "Scoot any farther and you will fall out of the chair. What's up with you?" She said. The truth was I am scared. Scared of a great girl that makes me feel things I am not that sure about. That pit in my stomach, the way she can deflate my ego in seconds with a glance. "I'm fine. What's up with you?" She just gave me a disbelieving look. What is going on between us? What do you do in this situation? We have kissed, but that didn't end well.  If I tried again- no. Not doing that again. Get yourself together Dean. 


Sam's POV

    I got back to the room I hear the shower still running. I let out a sigh of relief. Arianna would have freaked out if I was gone when she got out.  "So, did you go talk to Dean?" I turn around Ari comes from the bath room her hair in a towel twisted to the top of her head. "Yeah." I said gathering my clothes for the upcoming trip. "Okay. Do you have any laundry needing done?" She asked holding out a empty duffle. "Yeah." I get out some pants, shirts, and underwear. I get the bag putting it on the bag. "Taylor and I are going to the laundry mat."  I looked over to wear she had out done her towel and was running a hand through her hair. "Okay. Is Dean going?" I said folding up some other clothes. "I don't know." She said shrugging walking towards the bathroom. I grab my cell phone and dial Dean's number. "Sam?" I heard him say into the phone. "Dean, are you going to the laundry mat?" I heard some shuffling around before he answered. "Uh,no."  "Dean I know you hate laundry but-" I started but he cut me off. "No dude, Taylor is gonna do my laundry." I made a face at the phone. "You're joking right?" I ask. "Nope, she said she couldn't stand the way I do my laundry." I laugh and say "Alright." I hang up and Ari is looking at me. "Is he coming?" I put my phone in my pocket. "No." I said. Ari made a weird face. "Does he not wash his clothes?" I started laughing a little. "What's so funny?" Arianna was smiling now. "Taylor is going to wash his clothes." I said making her looked shocked. "Really?" "Yes." 


Taylor's POV

    I gather up the clothes in the spare duffle. "Well, I am off." I said throwing the bag on my shoulder. "Okay. Sam and I are gonna find some more info on this 'suicide'." Dean said grabbing a beer from the mini fridge. I walk out the door I see a flustered Arianna. "What nasty things did you just come from?" I said waggling my eyebrows. "What nasty things did you just come from?" Arianna retorted smiling. "Other than Dean's socks. Nothing." I said laughing. "I heard about you doing his laundry that is weird. You hate laundry." She said raising her eyebrows as we walked to the laundry mat next door. "Well, that demon gave him a hard time, so I figured why not? Seriously, they have taken care of us so far. Sam make you happy so might as well do something." I said being completely serious. Arianna stopped and looked at me. "Who are you and what have you done with Taylor?" I just looked at her and smiled. "I am me no worries. I just have thought things over. I have been a little stressed so I could use some mundane task until the next case." Arianna smiles. "Same." 


Arianna's POV

    At the laundry mat Taylor and I are separating the dark's from the lights, reds from white, and Pj's from good clothes. "It feels good to be doing something like we used to you know what I mean?" I say looking to Taylor. "Yeah. Remember when I put to much soap in the washer and suds went everywhere?" Taylor said laughing throwing the clothes in the washer. "Yes! That was hilarious. Then your mom came home and grounded us both." We both sat laughing. "I miss her."  Taylor said looking at the now empty duffle. "Taylor-" She cut me off. "I'm fine." She sniffled, and cleared throat. "That was stupid. She's gone theirs nothing I can do." She finished looking to the washer to see how much time it liked. "It's not stupid. Taylor, you are allowed to miss her." I said looking to my friend sadly. "No I am not. It was my fault. I don't deserve to grieve." She said. Then she walked outside. I guess she needs some space. 

Dean's POV

    Sam had came over to my room and we were looking up some lore. "Okay. So I couldn't find anything on the bridge, but their is cases were ghost can convince victims that suicide is the best option." Sam says looking over from his laptop. "Maybe this is not our kind of case." I said looking over to him. "When is it ever not our kind of case." He said raising his eyebrows. I just shrugged my shoulders and flipped through a book we had borrowed from Bobby a while back. The door opens and there is Taylor and Arianna. "You boys find anything?" Taylor says walking in put down the duffles. "Uh, not really." Sam replied. "Well, that leaves one thing to do. Go look around." I say closing the book. Walking over I pick up one of the duffles. Laying it on the bed I unzip it. There was only one problem. The clothes in the bag was not mine, but Taylors. First thing I see is a black pair of lace panties. "Dean!" I feel her hit me upside the head and take the bag. Looking over I see a very red faced Taylor. "You know I love your choice. Very sexy." I said smirking at her. "We are just gonna leave. " Arianna said grabbing two bags from the floor. Sam following behind laptop in hand. "You pervert!" Taylor said throwing the other bag at me. "Well, at least I am honest." I said putting my hands up in defence. "Oh, yeah." She said sarcastically, while glaring.