You Are A What

Chapter 29~ Ship Are Not Only For Cruising.

Chapter 29


Dean's POV

    The new found relationship between Taylor and I is not a weird as I assumed. Still not used to this 'couple' thing or the touchy feely stuff, but I am pretty sure Taylor understands. "Dean?" I look to my side where Taylor was sitting next me. "What?" I asked. "Are we gonna tell Sam and Arianna?" She said her eye brows raised. "I don't we will have to tell them. It is kinda obvious." I said wiggling my eye brows at her suggestively. I poke her side slightly "Dean. That tickles." She says giggling. "You mean the majestic Taylor is ticklish?" I questioned faking shocked. "Oh, shut it." A shiver going through her. "I bet you could make me." I said smirking. She looks at me for a moment, pecking my lips.  Hearing a key in the door she jumps up from her seat on the couch next to me. Running to the bed she flopped on it trying to look natural. Sam is the first to enter his hands full of grocery bags. "You guys, okay?" He said giving us a strange look. "Totes. Are you okay?" Taylor ask with a raised eye brow. "Yeah." Sam trailed off laying the bags on the table. Arianna walks in behind him. A few bags in each hand. "The queen has arrived." She announces cheerful. "I am already here." Taylor says smirking. Arianna just rolls her eyes sitting down the bags next to, Sam's bags. "What all did you buy?" I said getting up fumbling through the bags. "Everything." Sam says smiling. "Dean, I got you a special sup rise!" Arianna says giddy. Running over to the bags she grabs the one I was getting to next. "Close your eyes." I look at her suspicious. "Just close them." Sam says making me sigh. Feeling a slightly heavy plastic package laid in my hands, my eyes open. "Cherry, apple, and blackberry pie cookies." I say looking at the container. "Yes, I saw them and automatically thought of you." She said smiling. "Thanks." I said ripping open the top peel back thing. The cookies look good to be honest picking one from the apple row, I pop it in my mouth. "Son of a b*tch." I say muffle by the cookies. These are great. Arianna laughs then starts putting up the stuff, Taylor following. "So, Anna and I discussed investigating the dorm of girl." We hadn't really talked about the case since yesterday. "Okay. We gonna just break in, under cover?" I asked swallowing a drink of beer, to wash away the cookie. "It is fall break for the colleges, right now it would be very unlikely for any students to be there." He says shrugging. "Have you nerds came up with a theory?" I reply looking between the two of them. "Probably to busy swapping germs." Taylor says jokingly, to which Arianna smiles head ducking down slightly. "Really?" Sam ask her with a small smile. "I am just saying what I see? Let's just call it an educated inference." Taylor says smoothly. 


Arianna's POV

       We were in ninja mode at the college. We could waltz right in. Right? Sam and Dean seem to think so. "Excuse me?" A female security guard comes up to us. "Yes?" Taylor ask. "What are you doing?" She said her eyes scrutinizing us. "Just going to our dorms. Chill, ya know?" She said shrugging. "I never seen you around." The woman says looking between us. "We are loners." She says. "Oh." The guard just takes Taylor's bait. "We gotta go. A new T.V show season premieres, and this one is a big fan boy." She say's gripping Dean shoulder. He smiles grudgingly. We scurry off to the stairwell, to the third level. Dean flicks Taylor's arm. "What was that for you biscuit?" She questions rubbing her arm. "Fan boy?" Dean ask incredulously. Sam chuckles beside me. "Dean, we all know you get Clint Eastwood feels." Taylor replies smiling at him. "I do not." He says shaking his head as we come to the second floor. "You my sir are in denial." She says patting his shoulder with pity. Dean grunts aggravated. After walking up to the third floor, we found that the halls were empty. "Did you get what number her dorm was?" Sam ask looking to me. "Yep." I say pulling out a sheet of paper I'd written it down on. "Dorm 307." I reply, then stuff it back into the pocket. Taylor goes down the hall looking to both sides before stopping in front of dorm 307. "Here it is." She sighs. Sam goes to pick the lock, but she stops him. "Ari, is particularly skilled in this area." Sam raises his eye brows in surprise. "Arianna, the mouse knows how to pick locks?" Dean said disbelieving. "Yeah, don't be so stereo typical." Taylor replies. I grab the lock pick from Sam's hands bending down to the knob of the door. Wiggling the tool around I hear a metallic click. "Ah, that my friends is how it is done." I say making Taylor smile proudly. "Sweet." Dean replies going into the dorm. We had mad sure that nobody was staying in the room, apart from Amanda.
     It was the classic college dorm. A mini fridge, bookshelf, desk, and bathroom. Let's not forget the bunk bed freshly put together. Walking through it I see a computer on her desk. "I wander if she read fanfic."  Taylor says eagarly going to the laptop setting on the desk. Sam being the geek he is rushes over pushing the rolling chair away from the computer. "Simba, all I wanted is to know who she ships, okay? You can tell a lot about a person by their ships and, or OTPs." Taylor says matter of factly. "How so?" Sam says not believing a word coming from Taylor's mouth. "Let me educate you. Some ships are for cuddles, some are for sappy crap, and let not forget 97% of ships are for hardcore sex." she says shruging. I hear Dean take a huge gulp of air like a fish out of water. "Be careful planing your next cruise, I guess."  He says after getting over the initial shock. Sam just laughs, all the while I am dying I had been holding it in since she had mentioned fan-fiction. Don't get me wrong, I am a advocate reader of fan-fiction. The only diference is Taylor will bring up fanfic or OTPs in everyday life. She has this friend named Rachel. The girl has millions of dollars. She invested in the stock market to get straight to the point. They used to have sleepovers reading fanfic about The Avengers the whole time, their all time favorite was Stanner. When I asked they  just said 'the science bonds them'. I never can look at Avengers the same. Iron Man was my favorite. Now I can just see Taylor and Rachel whooping while shouting 'OTP' multiple times. Also their dying passion for The Alamo disturbs me.
     "Poke." I feel a poke on my nose to reveal Taylor dragging my away from my thoughts. "Wha..? I trail off coming from my daze. "I was just interested in your freckles. Did you know you always have freckles? They just get darker when you get in the sun." She says pointing to the freckles scattered on my nose. "Huh?" I ask. "I don't even know. My science teacher told me that sometime." It always amazes me what she does remember. "Taylor, What is my favorite color?" She looks at me. "Blue. That is obvi."  I nod. "What do I sing in the shower?" I question. "Pumped Up Kicks." The response is immediate. "When did I receive my first fortune cookie?" I ask her smiling. "In 9th grade, by the lockers. You were amazed." She says grinning. "Okay, so you know everything about me?" I ask. "Yeah, pretty much. I don't know what your ears look like though. That is like the mystery about 'how many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll pop' question." I laugh looking to the boys on their progress. "I got something." Sam says. We all rush over to his side. "What?" Dean ask putting his hand on the back of the chair where Sam was sitting. "So, get this. Amanda had made multiple searches on the Internet involving ghost, demons, and ecetera..." We looked at him to finish the sentence. "looks like she found some solid information." I scanned the page finding that salt repelled ghost, Iron, and much more lore. Real or otherwise. "So you're saying she was a hunter, or being hunted so she got paranoid?" Dean ask. "There is only one way to really find out." Sam replies. "Ugh, this involves humans right?" Taylor groan. "I am pretty sure it does." I say shaking my head slowly. "Shoot me in the throat." she says gagging. "That bad, huh?" Sam says looking to her. "Oh, she has always been this way. It got particularly worse in high school. She hated that place. She hated her house. She hated earth. It was natural. I think that you guys, me, her car, bobby, and maybe Rick from QVC are the only people she genuinely likes." I say. I couldn't really disagree. High school didn't suck, but it really was the filled with the most ignorant selfish b*stards you could ever meet, but that is every school so not that shocking. It is a prison containing moody teenagers, 35 women going through menopause, and pervy 40 year old teacher. Yay. Such fun.