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Dean ran into Sam's room at 7 screaming his lungs out, not about something dangerous or important, but that breakfast was ready. My head was splitting and the thought of food made me want to die.
Hey, the last time I woke up like this I was pregnant. Lovely.
I moaned and burrowed further down into my cocoon of Sam and pillows.
"RISE AND SHINE BITCHES EGGS ARE SCRAMBLED AND BACON HAS BEEN MADE CRISPY NOW GET YOUR HUNGOVER ASSES UP!" He screamed yanking the blankets off of us.
"Dean what the hell?!" Sam sat up and yelled making me stick my head under the pillows, "She could have been naked for all you know."
"Yeah that shows only for Samson." I agreed halfheartedly as I started counting how many times my head throbbed before Dean would leave.
"But she's not, because she was drunk and you were not, so get up." Dean ordered taking my pillow away and throwing it at Sam.
As he was walking out the door he stopped and grinned mischeviously, "I also bought a French Press the other day. It makes a mean swill."
Sam and I shared a look of 'I get it first' and leapt out of bed.
Play through the pain for the coffee Evelynn.
I beat him there but I think he let me win, which didn't really matter to me because that meant I got to make the coffee.
Once there was the right ratio of caffiene to blood in our caffiene systems we ate quickly and were packed up and ready to go within an hour.
"So, where is this case again?" I asked tossing my last bag into Baby's trunk and knocking back some pain killers.
"South Carolina. Worker at some fancy mansion found the decapitaited body on his back forty." Dean summarized as we all swung into the car.
"So there's a hunter nearby as well?" I asked more to just speculate on the obvious.
"I don't know remember the case Jody called us on? The one with the vamps at the sherriff's retreat?" Sam turned around to face me, "You were still passed out but the leader chopped the other one up."
"Could be ousting the weak." Dean offered.
Sam gave him the bitch stare and turned around shaking his head.
The ride was fairly quiet for a while until Dean decided to blare his music, which wouldn't have been bad on any day I wasn't hungover. After we settled that issue, Sam spilled coffee everywhere but the back seat and even after we got it cleaned up Dean yelled at him for a good hour because "how the hell do you go ten years without really fucking up my car and spill a whole 24oz cup of coffee all over my baby?! Now she's gonna smell like coffee instead of leather!"
It wasn't as long as some of the trips I had taken with the boys but by the time we got to our hotel I was ready to kill both of them. 24 hours in a car with them is too damn much when they are fighting.
We sent Sam in to the front desk because Dean was mad at him still and I was done with the two of them bickering in an enclosed space.
"You are a fucking child." I groaned as we sat idling in front of the doors.
"This car is not just a car-" Dean tried beginning his speech but I cut him off.
"I know Dean, it's your baby. You grew up practically living in her, I get it. But for the love of God just let it go before I kill both of you. We can shampoo the carpets when we get home." I threatened as I sat up and started picking up the backseat.
Sam came back out jangling keys and sliding in the passenger seat, "221." He announced with a grin in my direction.
"Nerds...." Dean grumbled as he drove over to our room.
We moved all our stuff in the dingy and slightly dissheveled room, everyone ready for a very long nap.
"Does this place even clean the rooms after people leave?" I muttered, wary of setting my bags down for fear of catching some STD.
"It's good for your immune system." Dean chipped flopping down on what he claimed as his bed and almost instantly falling asleep.
"How the hell does he do that?" I asked in amazement as I set my bag on the table and started riffling through it for more comfortable clothes.
"I've lived with him almost all my life and I still have no idea." Sam muttered flopping down on our bed and shifting around a little bit before falling asleep exactly like his brother had.
I snickered to myslef and rolled my eyes as I whipped out my laptop. I figured I had gotten more sleep than them on the trip so I should start some research.
I laid down and propped pillows up behind me preparing to dig something up on the owner but before I even opened my laptop I fell asleep.
When I didn't wake up to bickering I was relieved. I reached behind me and found Sam, cuddling up to his side and sighing with contentment.
"Morning Sunshine." He grunted as he shifted awake.
"Morning, Morning Breath." I teased rolling over and pressing my back against his side.
"Haha. Hi Pot, I'm Kettle." He grumbled rolling over and leaving dozens of kisses on my jaw and behind my ear before getting up.
"I love it when you talk pun-y to me like that." I yawned as I heaved myself upright.
"You guys are either adorable or disgusting and I can't tell which." Dean hollered from the bathroom, barely understandable because of the toothbrush still in his mouth.
"Oh can it!" I snapped finally looking over at the clock, "holy shit it's 3 in the afternoon!"
"Yeah. Fed thread up and we will hit the local station after come food." Sam said through the shirt he was holding in his teeth as he stepped into his suit pants.
An hour later we had downed a Taco Bell 'breakfast' and were waiting at the front desk of the sherriff's office.
A stout old man waddled out of an office after a moment or two of conversation with the secretary, "well hey there! How yalls doin today?" He asked tipping his hat at us.
"Unbelievable!" I chimed in flashing a bright smile.
"Great, we're here about the beheading on Rose Hill Mansion's back forty?" Dean said just getting straight down to it and flashing his badge while Sam and I followed suit.
"You mean beheadingssss? There's been another one." The officer informed us turning around and motioning for us to follow him. He led us down a couple hallways to a door that was labeled coroner, "Woody will give you the lo-down." He informed us, holding the door open and giving Woody a nod of approval.
"Here about the beheadings?" He asked as he yanked open a refrigerated compartment door.
"Yes sir." Sam nodded stepping closer as Woody rolled out a very decapitated body.
"Could I see the toxicology report?" I asked as sweetly as possible, rocking up on the balls of my feet.
"Yeah Sugar right this way." Woody replied with a smile and led me through another door. When I turned to make sure the door closed and give the boys time to do their thing I caught Sam glaring at Woody so murderously I was sure flames were going to burst from his eyes at any moment.
I stalled and asked questions as long as I could, plenty long enough for them to inspect the body, before going back over to Dean to pretend to be interested in the contents of the file. Usually I would show Sam, seeing as Dean was better at bullshitting with people, but when he gets jealous he gets handsy and that would blow our cover.
"Fangs?" I asked quietly so Woody wouldn't hear.
"Yup, but the guys head was bitten off. Not sliced." Dean said lowering his voice and flipping a page up to make it look like he was looking.
"I'm sorry bitten?" I asked, momentarily forgetting I was supposed to be quiet.
Woody immediately chirped up when he heard me ask a question.
"Yes! Bitten! See this here?" He motioned towards the way the flesh rippled up at the ends, "that wrinkling you see only happens when something is either really dull and doesn't cut through the skin immediately or there's missing teeth in a bite."
Sam stepped almost in front of me to 'look closer', "So small spread apart teeth?"
"Not sure. Still trying to find a mold." Woody replied shaking his head.
"Alright. Well I think we got all we need for now. We might be dropping in later if something comes up though." Dean anounced as our que to leave.
"Okie Dokie!" Woody agreed with a smile and waving as we filed out the door.
When we got to the car Sam turned around to talk just as I started scolding him.
"Jealous much?"
"Somones was flirty."
Dean sighed and pulled out of the parking lot in exasperation.
"Flirty?! It's called being happy around happy people! People will give information more readily to people like themselves. I was using those things called people skills you learn in real life." I defended crossing both my arms and my legs.
"I wasn't jealous he was staring straight at your ass!" Sam defended, "You definitely pushed your boobs up when you asked to see the tox report though!" He argued.
"Dean, did I-"
"I'm not a part of this!"
"You did. And who is 'unbelievable' working a case about beheadings? No one that isn't flirting." Sam deduced.
"At least I can deal with my fiancé getting attention form other women! Damn Samuel! Calm the fuck down!" I snapped looking out the window but still feeling his gaze biting into the side of my face.
There was a long pause where absolutely nothing but the engine could be heard.
"So, are we done now?" Dean asked looking at me in the rear view.
"I'm fine." I piped up.
"Great" Sam answered.
"Perfect. Now what the fuck would make a vamp bite the head off of another vamp?" Dean asked.