Bonds Broken ~Dean Winchester Love Story~

Tall Tales -- Familiar Face

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A week later, we're at the King's Lair Hotel on another case. I just exit the bathroom when I hear Sam scolding Dean. "Dude, you mind not eating those on my bed?" Sam asks in annoyance to my boyfriend eating a bunch of food on Sam's bed.

"No, I don't mind," Dean mentions as he shoves more food in his mouth. I shake my head in a disapproving manner before sitting on our bed to eat my own food- a much healthier choice, being a salad and a diet coke. "How's the research goin'?" Dean asks obnoxiously.

"You know how it's going?" Sam asks in annoyance. "Slow! You know how it would go a heck of a lot faster? If I had my computer!" Dean hums as I shake my head as I glance between the two. "Can you turn that down, please?" Sam asks angrily.

"Yeah, absolutely," Dean hums before turning the music up.

"You know what," Sam grits out. "Maybe, uh, maybe you should just go somewhere for a while, huh?" Sam asks in annoyance.

Dean turns off the music immediately. "Hey, I'd love to. That's a great idea. Unfortunately, my car's all screwed the hell."

"Dean, I told you, I have nothing to do--" Sam tries, but the door starts rattling with a series of knocks.

"I got it," I mention dryly as I get up. I peer through the hole and breathe out. "Hey Bobby," I greet sweetly before kissing the man on his cheek.

"Hey, guys," Bobby hums appreciatively as he accepts the affection.

"Hey, Bobby!" Dean calls as he gets up from the bed.

"It's good to see you again so soon," Bobby says to Sam.

"Yeah, uh, thanks for coming." Sam smiles.

"Thank god you're here," Dean sighs as I swipe up my trash and toss it in the garbage.

"So, um... what didn't you wanna talk to me on the phone about?" Bobby asks.

"It's this job we're working," I explain. "We weren't sure you'd believe us."

Bobby snorts. "Well, I can believe alot."

"No, yeah, yeah- we know," I chuckle. "It's just, we've never seen anything like it--"

"Not even close," Dean adds. "And we thought we could use some fresh eyes."

Bobby shrugs. "Why don't you begin at the beginning?" Bobby offers.

"Yeah. Um, all right, please." Sam says as he gestures to the chair behind Bobby. "So, it all started when we caught wind of an obit. See, a professor took a nose dive from a fourth-story window, only there's a campus legend that the building's haunted." Sam explains. "So, we pretexted as reporters from the local paper."

Earlier that week, we were at a bar, interviewing some students from the collage. I look away from Dean for one second, and he's chugging down some dark looking shots. "Dean, what the hell are you drinking?" I ask as Sam finally gets back to us.

"I don't know, I think they're called Purple Nurples or something?" Dean chuckles with a buzz going.

"Okay, well, listen, I think maybe we should go check out the professor's office." Sam offers.

"Oh, no, no, no," Dean hums. "I got plans-- Gonna lock Lottie and I up in a room for the night, if you catch my drift." I turn a glare at him. With a swift shove, my glass of water is splashed over his face and down his front.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa--" Dean stopped Sam from talking. "Hold on a minute."

"What?" Sam asks incredulously.