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Chapter 31~ 3AM Thoughts, and Beautiful Catastrophes

Chapter 31

Taylor's POV

    It's currently 3 AM you know what that means. Thoughts. Thousands upon thousands of them swirling around making my head hurt, and stomach sick. It's like everytime I close my eyes I see blood. Blood of people I don't know. I see my family dead. What's left at least. I sigh rubbing my eyes again. I look over Sam is asleep. He has dreams. We talked about it. He said when Jess died that he would have nightmares about her constantly. I have nightmares but it isn't about my mom or anyone dead. I have nightmares of the living. The ones who still roam. The most recent was about Arianna. She was in a chair tied up. Tortured, beaten, and bleeding. What made this worse was I was doing the torture, the beatings, and  making her bleed. It was like I was on the outside looking in. I grip the sides of my head trying to get rid of the pressure. I hear a loud noise outside the building. It sounds like gunshots. I hear a squeal of a door. It sounds like screams. "Stop. Just leave me alone." I mutter to the voices and whispers. "Taylor?" I look over to see Sam staring at me concerned. "Sorry, did I wake you up?" I ask. "Are you okay?" He ask throwing his legs over the side of the bed. "Yeah I am fine just got a headache. You can go back to sleep." I respond with a weak smile. "You're not fine." He says firmly. "I know." I mumble letting out a sigh that broke off with a crackle. Come on now don't cry. Taylor you can't cry in front of him. No. He probably is already wondering why they took you along in the first place. "Taylor, if you wanna talk-" I cut him off. "I am fine. Just gonna take a walk. You know to clear my head. Maybe hit up the lounge." I say shaking my head. I get up going to the bathroom, in the mirror I see my ghostly pale self. Pulling on my jeans and a hoodie I go outside the bathroom Sam is still sitting there. I wave slightly,  then pull on my converse. The worn feel giving me some comfort. The brisk autumn air makes me chill. After walking for a bit I see a bench in front of the lounge. Sitting down I pull out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket. I had quit for 2 months. The pack still teased me with it's tobacco smell. I think about when Arianna found out about them. The good scolding she gave me. Smiling I shove them back into my pocket. "Thought I'd find you here." I see Arianna snuggled into a large jacket that was obviously Sam's. 

Third Person's POV

    Taylor looked to the ground. "Sam text you?" I ask knowing the answer. "Yeah. He said you couldn't sleep." Arianna replied sitting next to her long time friend. "That's an understatement."  She says rubbing a hand down her face. "Nightmares?" Arianna ask. She well knew the answer. Truth was she had dreams about Adam, not to mention nightmares. "Yeah." They sit there for a minute. Silence closes around them. "I have nightmares to. Probably not as bad as yours. They have Adam and you when you were hurt. Some even have Sam and Dean." Arianna says pushing her glasses up on her nose. " I knew you had nightmares. Just not like that. Mine was about you." Taylor says clenching her fist, feeling her nail dig into the skin of her palms. "What happened?" She ask. "I don't want to say, because I am afraid if I do I might just kill myself. Ari you are my rock. If I loose you I wouldn't be able to function." Tears brimmed her eyes, Taylor's lip quivered. Arianna looks to her tears in her eyes too.  A small whimper leaves Taylor's body which was shaking. Arianna wraps her in a hug, letting the tears come out of her best friends eyes. "Don't leave me. Please never leave me." Taylor says voice muffled and shattered. "I will never leave you. No matter what. I am always here. Taylor I am always going to be here." Taylor breaks away from Arianna's hold. Sitting up she wipes her eyes. They both sit there Taylor's head on Arianna shoulder. "I am sleepy." She says rubbing her eyes. "Come on I'll take you to bed." Arianna says she gets up. Taylor follow's along drowsily  grabbing Ari's jacket to guide her. Opening the door Sam automatically wakes up and smiles at Ari, who takes Taylor to the bed and takes off her shoes while covering her sleeping form. "She's out, huh?" Sam whispers. "Yeah." Ari says taking off her shoes, and the jacket. Sliding next to Sam she snuggles into his chest. "Night Sammy."  "Night Anna." 

Dean's POV

    I woke up to a empty room. After later investigation I come upon a note from Arianna. 

Dean, went to Sam's room. 

        -Ari

    Well, atleast they gave me a heads up. Getting a towel I head towards the bathroom to take a shower. I hum Led  Zeppelin's Black Dog. Starting the water I wait until steam billows from the top, when I get in my muscles relax. Only for them to tighten back up on the arrival of someone in my room. Grabbing my towel I wrap it loosely around me. Going to the door of the bathroom, I prepare for a fight. Opening the door I see Taylor. "Goodness graciousness!" She exclaims covering her eyes, turning around. "D*mnit. Taylor." I mutter. "I just came over to hang out Ari and Sam are still asleep." I grip my towel tighter. "Just sit down I am gonna shower." I say closing the door locking it.

    "Sorry about just barging in like that earlier." Taylor said sheepishly. "It's fine, I just thought someone was breaking in or something like that." I said throwing my dirty clothes in a bag. "So wanna go get some breakfast?"  Taylor ask breaking the silence. "Sure." I say grabbing my jacket. "Wait. I am gonna change first. I promise it will be just a second."She says holding up a finger. I sit down on the bed looking at my phone nobody has called about a case, or even left a voicemail. "I am back!" She exclaims. She had thrown on a panda sweatshirt, and some jeans. To be honest she looked cute. "You look nice." I say. That's a good compliment, right? I am not used to this. I flirt with girls not take them to breakfast. "Thanks." She says a light blush covering her cheeks. 

Sam's POV

    The first thing I see when I wake up is Arianna asleep on my chest. It is the best feeling, I can't really describe it. Her eyes were shut, lips parted slightly. Even though her hair was wild I didn't care. That is the best part of it all, I didn't care. "Sam?" Arianna says voice low and heavy with sleep. "Go back to sleep." I say pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Where's Taylor?" She ask.  Looking over to the bed she isn't there. Raising up there is no sign of her. "I am not exactly sure where she is." I say. Arianna starts to freak out. "What if she went off by herself!" Throwing off the cover she slides back into the shoes in the floor. "Anna I am sure she is alright." I say trying to calm her down. "Im going to text her." Arianna says going out the door to the other motel room. I sigh running a hand down my face. Arianna comes back to the room phone in hand. I watch as she puts it to her ear. "Hello?" I hear Taylor say. "OMG! Are you all right? You wasn't in the motel room and I was worried." She scolded. I hear laughter and mumbling in from the phone. "Are you with Dean?" She ask. I look at her eyebrows raised, she makes a suggestive look. "Oh well you too have fun!" She says hanging up the phone. "They are going to eat breakfast." Arianna says giddy. "Like a date?" I ask. "I don't know, but I know one thing. They are so cute and meant to be!" I laugh at her excitement. "Okay. Come over here so I can see how cute you are." I say making her blush. She was wearing my T- shirt that looked like a dress. She walks over to me I pull her down closer. She sits on my lap straddling my legs. "You're beautiful." I whisper my hands caress her cheek, running it down to her shoulder blade. She trace my jaw line all the way down to my chest, her fingers feel like feathers. She leans down kissing lips, nipping at my bottom lip. After a heated few minutes her lips work their way to my ear, her hot breath making me anxious. "We should stop." She says. Her hands firmly against my chest. "Why?" I ask confused. "Because I am not ready." I nod my head understanding I take her hand and kiss the top of it. "You're my girl." I say proudly. "Your girl." 
    

Arianna's POV
    
    When we got to the college, the professor was just finishing a class. "And that class is the essay due next thursday. Remember research is your friend."  We walked in just as everyone was walking out. "Mr.Williams?" I say getting his attention. Taylor and I had put on an FBI get up, with badges, and everything. "Yes?" He says with a raised eyebrow.  "We would like to ask you a few questions about your former student Amanda Elridge." Taylor says briskly. "Okay, what do you want to know?" I look to Taylor. "How would you describe her as a student?" She ask. He takes off his glass folding them up and laying them on the desk. "She was excellent. Very intelligent young lady. It is tragic what happened. The world could have used a with brains like hers." He replies. "Very well. How would you describe your relationship with her?" I ask. "My relationship?" He says confused. "Did Amanda and you have a relationship outside of school?" Taylor ask. "What are you getting at?" I just sigh. "Did you and the victim have romantic or sexual relations?" Taylor ask firmly. The professor looks down. I take that as a yes.

        "So old guy was banging out victim?" Dean ask. "Yes. Unfortunately." I say. "Wow. That's pervy." He says. "Don't you think that is the pot calling the kettle black." Sam says with a raised eyebrow. "I am not pervy." Dean splutters. "Thats what a pervert would say." I tease. "Come on guys!" He says. We walk away leaving him in his tracks. "Guys?" I hear him catching up with us. "I am a lady for your info!" Taylor shouts. I snort in response. "What?" I just smile. "You a lady? I will believe it when pigs fly." I says laughing. "Tru. Never mind I am a female unicorn that is too sassy for you!" Taylor says flipping her hair.  Yep, total lady.

    "Guys listen." We had the police scanner on. "Another suicide." Taylor ask. "Suit up ladies. This is your first crime scene." I look to Dean who had his arms crossed. "Let's do this thing." Taylor says smirking at me. 
    
    When we got to the crime scene blood was splattered against the walls of the small office. Mr. William's choice was very bloody.  A shot to the temple. We take the glove some examiners hand us. "Excuse me, who are you?" We flash our badges like Sam and Dean has done so many times before. They let us pass. "Wow. Poor dude." Taylor  says bending down to look at his head.  "Ari, can you tell me something?" Taylor ask. "What?"  I ask. "Was our victim left handed or right handed?" She says getting up. " I look at the desk all the pens were on the right side. "I think he was right handed." I say. "Then why would he ever shoot himself with his left hand." Taylor ask grim. "Because he didn't shoot himself. Our evil whatever did it for him." I say.  She nods. "Exactly." 
    "What exactly are we looking for?" Sam ask as we break into the crime scene. "Uh, not sure yet." I say sheepishly. "Oh."  Was his response. After Sam picked the lock I got into the room. Sam and Dean stayed outside the door of the room. They had increased the security of the college after the death of the professor. "I will take the desk, you take the filing cabinet." Taylor says. I nod going to the cabinet I open the top drawer. After a few minutes I hear Taylor call to me. "What?" I go over to her. "Look at this. I managed to find some letters. Threatening letters all from the same person 'J.C' " She says thumbing through them. I pick up one. "Just stop and I can stop it." I read from it. "Yeah, but who is J.C.." Taylor trails looking down. There was a rough draft of the project the professor and Amanda was working on. "Hold on." She picks it up James Currington was put as the author. The door opens showing Sam and Dean hands on their head. "Go on." I look to Taylor. I know she has a gun. I have a throwing knives tucked in my boot. "Ladies I would step away from the desk." It was the guy from the picture on the school website. "James Currington. You was behind the whole thing. You got a spirit to do your dirty work." I spat. "I wouldn't make him angry If I was you." He says gesturing to the faceless spirit. "Taylor!" Dean says punching the guy in the face. She gets out her gun.  About to shoot him the fight doesn't give her a clean shot. The spirit knocks her into the desk making it slide across the room. I grab a letter opener on the floor, hoping it was iron I slice it through the spirit making it fizz away. I run over to Taylor who was dazed. "You okay?" I ask. "Peachy." She says giving me a thumbs up, then takes the letter opener from me, and throws it behind me. That was close. Getting up I see Sam holding a gun on James. "Call off the spirit." Sam says. "Or what you will kill me?" He ask. "We can go that route." Dean says wiping some blood from his mouth. "It doesn't make a difference. That project was my life, they  just took it. My whole future was riding on that." I hear Taylor snort. "Save it for your Eulogy." I looked at her strange we wasn't going to kill him was we. I see the spirit going for him now Sam and Dean back away. A rope float through the air from the desk. "Aren't we going to stop it?" I ask. "He had it coming. The guy killed two people with an evil spirit" Taylor says grimacing. Looking back I see James hanging from the ceiling fan. "Let's get out of here." Dean says. 

    "I feel sorta bad for the guy." I say Sam and  Dean said 'we need to leave town' so Sam and I were packing up. "Yeah. He worked hard and it was stolen." Sam says putting more clothes in his duffle. "No excuse to murder someone with a evil spirit." I add. He hums in response. 

    "Now you feel my hate for humans!" Taylor says as we load all the bags in the back of the Impala. "No. Taylor you don't hate humans. Sure we are selfish, cruel, and absurd but think of it like this. We also love, and care for each other. Smoke plants for good vibes and drink old grape juice to feel grown up. It's beautiful in a catastrophic way." I say. She gives me a look. "You were on Tumblr again?" She ask. I just smile. What a beautiful catastrophe.