Better Together

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The next morning you woke up with a throbbing headache. You sat up in the motel bed and wondered how you even got to bed. You looked down and you were still in your clothes from the day before. You found your phone next to a glass of water and some ibuprofen. You grabbed the water and medication and took it. You plopped back down and looked at the time on your phone. Seven. You were still tired but you knew you needed to get up now since you were extra sluggish. You rolled out of bed and grabbed your bag and went straight to the bathroom. You left the door unlocked because you knew that the boys will wake up soon and need to get ready too. You turned the water all the way to heat and got in and sat down. You let the hot scolding water run down your body as you tried to recall the night. You remember going from beer to whiskey to vodka. You recall Sam telling you to slow down but you clearly didn't otherwise you wouldnt be feeling like death. You balled your fist and felt a small pain in your knuckles. You looked down and saw the already forming bruise. You werent sure what you did but you imagine that person deserved it. You heard a small knock and the door open. "How are you feeling?" Sam's voice, even though calm and soft, felt like a being whacked in the head. "Shhhhh," you said. "I'm fine." But the moment you said fine you felt your stomach turn. You quickly got up, grabbed the towel that was hanging by the shower curtain. You wrapped yourself up as you got out. You felt your whole stomach slowly coming up. Somehow sam knew what was happening. Within seconds you were on your knees throwing up all of last night while sam held your hair back. "I told you to slow down, but you laughed at me and patted my arm." Sam said helping you away from the toilet. "Are you sure I didnt punch it?" You asked holding up your hurt hand. Sam chuckled "I'm sure. But you did knock a grown man out for smacking your butt. You warned him to stop. He didnt, you kindly warned him again but that time he grabbed hold of your arm and that's when you laid one into him." You smiled "that sounds like me." Sam chuckled and helped you up to you feet. The bathroom door opened and in walked a groggy dean "you done puking your guts out? Cause I have to wash the smell of booze off me." You told the guys to get out so you could finish washing up.

Once you all were ready and dressed in your fed suits, you make coffee. You weren't sure if your stomach would accept it but you needed to stay awake and alert. "Quick stop for a breakfast burrito," Dean said walking out the door. Your stomach lurched and you got queezy. Sam noticed "Are you going to be okay?" He asked. You nodded. "Yeah maybe some ginger ale and crackers will help." Sam nodded and followed you out of the motel and to the impala. You guys stopped at the gas station for Dean's burrito, more coffee, your soda and crackers. Once you got you stuff you slowly sipped and ate crackers. When you guys got for the sheriff station Sam said hed hit up the museum where the incidents always happened. You and Dean got out of the impala and made your way into the station. "Good morning," the receptionist said. Her cheery mood made you want to puke again. "What can I do for you guys?"  you and Dean flashed you badges "we are here to see the bodies from the attacks at the museum." You pulled out the papers you guys had forged and handed them to her. "This is from our boss. Signed and ready to go." The lady looked it over and stood up. "Okay, well, let me get Sheriff Dobbs and we'll see what he says." From the corner of your eye you saw dean look at you. "Our bosses number should be on there if he wanted to verify and such." You said walking to a chair and sitting down. Dean followed. "This is a first," he said. "Normally they being us right back." "We're in the the wild west, Dean. He probably wants to his most likely side piece to tell us no and go fall in a wash somewhere." Dean made an annoyed sound. "Oh sweetheart," you nudged dean. "Dont start that now. It's not attractive and that officer was looking you up and down when we walked in." With that both the female officer and who appeared to be sheriff Dobbs. "Well, Agents," the older man said. "Right this way." You guys got guys up and walked into the sheriff's office. "So, I hear you want to see those bodies?" "Yes, sir," dean said. "I talked to you boss, Agent Willis, he sounds like his boss stuck something up his ass." You smiled and nodded "that's agent Willis for you." The sheriff huffed. "I really dont like this but since we've come to dead ends on this case, I have no choice but to allow you on this case. But under one condition," Dobbs held up a finger. "I get to be in the know about everything you report back." "Alrighty," you stepped forward and shook his hand. "Now about those bodies?"

You and dean sat around the corner of the sherriffs station drinking some more coffee waiting for dean. "That was, disgusting." You said trying not to puke again. When you and dean got to the morgue and saw the bodies it looked like a normal mugging gone wrong but when the coroner opened up the first body, everything was liquid or jelly. You gagged and ran to the coroner's sink and puked. You had to make up a story saying it was just something you ate earlier. In reality you could see Dean's face getting clammy too. You guys looked over the bodies. Same injuries, same insides, and same punctures on the base of their skulls and on their wrists. "I dont think were dealing with just one monster." You took a sip of your coffee. "Maybe a hybrid of something," dean said looking at the pictures of the bodies. Your stomach turned a little bit more. "Dude close the file. Unless you want me to puke all over it." With that Sam pulled up and got out. "So not much at the museum, but get this. All the surveillance was cut off before the bodies were found. Like a small glitch in the system. I have copies so we can all look at them and maybe see what we are dealing with." "Its either two or three monsters or one monster hybrid." Dean handed the file to Sam and Sam made a disgusted face at the pictures. "Yeah, that's gross." Sam closed the file and you sighed. "Well, lets grab lunch and head back to the motel." The guys agreed and you all liked back up into the impala and went to a burger joint a couple miles away.

When you returned to the motel a few officers and a huge guy were standing outside the motel room. "Oh great," Dean groaned. "What?" You asked. "Mr. Handsy from last night." You looked down at your sore hand and back up at the huge guy. You knocked that out with one punch? "I got this," sam started to get out. "I'm going with you," you got out too. You both walked up to the trio "What is  we do for you officers?" Sam asked. "This gentleman here says this woman here," one of the officers pointed at you. "Assualted him and dislocated his jaw last night." You crossed your arms "did I dislocate his jaw for not keeping his hands off me? Yes. Clearly self defense." The big guy scoffed and Sam shifted his feet. "I lightly brushed passed her and she clearly assaulted me." Sam scoffed, "officer, Agent Miles is telling the truth. I was there as was our tracker Agent Kirk." Sam turned and pointed towards Dean. "You see, we were off the clock drinking a few beers. When this gentleman came by and grabbed her. Not only did Agent Miles asked him to stop she asked twice after he did it again. The third time she struck him." The officers looked at each other and the big guy. "We're sorry to have bothered you." The officers said and walked off. The big guy didnt move. "Anyone could pull the Fed card." You walked up to him and pulled out your badge with your bruised hand. Opening it you said "who said it was a card?" The guy gulped. "Now get out of here or you'll find yourself cuffed for inferring with a federal case." The buy bolted away faster than dean could grab him. You guys went inside and sat down. Dean handed you your food and you all ate while you looked over files and writing down addresses to check out. Sam was deep into the books and articles about creatures who could liquify and jellied the insides of the victims. Sam closed his laptop and tossed a book aside. "Nothing," he said. "Nothing on anything." You and dean looked up from the pile of papers on the bed. "Do you guys have anything?" "A whole bunch of blah with a whole bunch of bleh." You said setting a few papers down. "Just names of people they've already talked to. Dean's going through some of the phone records of some that the station had on file. Anything dean?" Dean had looked back at his papers with a stern but focused look. "Dean." You called his name again. "I think I have something, anyone have a highlighter or maybe a pen?" You reached for the motel pen and handed it to him. You and sam watched as Dean began to circle things on some of the papers. "Okay," dean pulled up the papers he marked on and set them on the table. "This number has called the victims three times before they died. If we find who that number belongs to, we pay them a visit and take care of them or it." Sam put the number into his computer and within minutes you guys had an address and were already piling into the impala. Something in your gut told you things were going to start going south real fast.