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"Your father has terrible handwriting." I moaned rubbing my eyes after hours of searching John's journal.
"It's calligraphy compared to Dean's" Sam grumbled from his place with his head in my lap. We had sprawled out on the beds and I took to John's journal while the boys brainstormed and tried to remember their life story with vamps. Not long after we got back to the motel Sam apologized for being a dick and I halfway apologized for being a woman with boobs but I can't really help that.
I giggled and ran my fingers through Sam's hair and flipped the page, "there's something about a anymagous biting a vamps head off."
"Anymagous?" Dean asked looking up from his computer screen.
"Sirius Black." I offered in explanation.
"I don't speak Dumbledork." He muttered.
"Werewolf that can shift at will." I explained.
"So then McGonnagal was one too? 'cept like a were-cat?" Sam asked in a drowsy voice closing his eyes.
"I guess.... It's been a long time since I read the books. She might have just been really fond of cats...." I mumbled as I flipped a few more pages.
"Alright enough. Back on topic." Dean interrupted, "Tomorrow we got to hit up the site. You two want to take the mansion and I'll take the ranch?"
"Sure" I shrugged.
That place was not shrug-worthy.
Sam and I showed up the next day in fed threads after dropping Dean off and pulling into the driveway I immediately started drooling.
The grounds were beautiful rolling knolls with trees covered in old man's beard moss dotting the expanse of green. Little dirt road paths weaved between them and around ponds leading up to a beautiful white colonial mansion with a twist. Instead of the typical shutters or columns, all the windows and arches were in the gothic peaks. We pulled up to the front and Sam had to snap me out of my trance before I got out.
"Pick your chin up off the floor babe." Sam teased tapping my bottom lip and laughing.
"Samson it's gorgeous!" I exclaimed as I stepped out of the car and slammed the door.
"FBI Evelynn." He reminded with an amused glint in his eyes as he hurried around the car to walk up the steps with me.
I knocked on the door shooting him a bitch face before plastering on a smile as the door opened.
A relatively average height girl who couldn't have been more than 17 with pixi cut brown hair opened the door with a less than amused look on her face, "Can I help you?"
"Yeah. We're here about the bodies." Sam flashed her a room lighting smile as we pulled out our badges.
She rolled her eyes, "cops already came. Go get their case file." She snapped going to close the door.
Sam instinctively pressed his hand against the door and went to press the matter further but the words were frozen in his throat when the girl flinched away. He slowly pulled his hand back and shifted his weight away from her slouching even more than usual.
"We were there yesterday." I said carefully, "What's your name?" I asked, deciding she wasn't the type to enjoy being called sweetie.
"Harper." She muttered glancing warrily over to Sam as he tried to make himself smaller.
"I'm Evelynn, this is Sam. Can you show us the place the bodies were found?"
She chewed on her lip and looked me up and down as if judging how dangerous I was.
"Let me go get my shoes." She muttered letting us in and darting up a beautiful staircase.
"Sam...." I gasped taking in the gorgeous entryway.
"Yeah Ehvs it's pretty. But did you see her?" Sam asked with a painful expression.
"You're kinda scary sometimes babe..." I muttered still taking in my surroundings, "You lost your puppy eyes a while ago."
"No Evelynn, that's the look of someone who has been hit." He grabbed my arm and lowered his voice, "You had that look."
"I'll watch her. Hang back a bit though okay?" I dismissed.
He nodded as Harper slid down the banister and immediately took off into the mansion motioning for us to follow.
"So! Harper!" I called as I sped up a bit to walk next to her, "You work here?"
"Nope. Mom does. We live here though." She tried to keep her words short but I could tell she was really excited that someone was talking to her.
"Cool, cool. It's absolutely gorgeous out here." I nodded trying to make eye contact with her but she kept avoiding me.
"Yeah. I can tell you're eying it." She tried to say it casually but a hint of a smile inched into her face.
"I'm getting married in 8 months. I'm eying everything." I defended giving her a small laugh.
"Oh yeah? Who's the guy?" She asked almost as if it was a challenge.
I resisted the urge to look back at Sam when I answered, "This really great giant teddy bear of a guy. Him and his brother saved my life about two years ago and I was gone."
"Saved you from what?" She asked, the idea of adventure intriguing her.
Just like I was at her age...
"An..... Abusive boyfriend." I hesitated when trying to find an adjective.
She simply nodded and picked up her pace as we rounded a corner. Sam and I shared a look of 'I'm sorry, you were right' and 'I told you so'.
"Alright. The fenced in parts where the cops were looking. You got any questions?" Harper asked now shifting uncomfortably that Sam was standing right next to us.
"Sammy why don't you go check it out and I will join you in a sec." I smiled up at him.
"Sammy?" He asked as he began walking backwards.
"He hates it when anyone but his brother calls him that." I explained to Harper who was giving me a funny look.
I asked her a few more questions about the place and if large groups of uncommon types of people had come by lately. With that question she tensed up.
"There was a small wedding here the day before he found it."
"What was different about it?" I asked treading lightly with her.
She took a deep breath, held it for a moment and spoke slowly, "It was all men, not that I have anything wrong with gay weddings, they were just all really intimidating."
I nodded, "You know, that one over there?" I referred to Sam jabbing my thumb in his direction, "He's super big but he's probably the sweetest and gentlest person I know. Looks can be deceiving."
As if on cue when we looked over at Sam, he went to walk over a root and absolutely faceplanted in the grass.
Harper snorted and caught herself, trying to keep it in before cackling along with me. Sam got up and waved stiffly and continued his search.
"You guys don't act like any cops I've met." She commented after our giggles had trailed off.
"There's a difference between cops and investigators." I countered with a sly smile.
"Evelynn! Come look at this!" Sam interrupted.
I gave him the one second finger and pulled out a pen, writing my number on Harper's wrist so her sleeve would cover it, "You remember or hear anything don't be affraid to call okay?" She nodded and turned to go but I kept her for just a moment, "call me for anything."
She looked me in the eyes and she almost said something when Sam called me again.
Damnit Samuel!
"What?!" I hissed when I got up to Sam.
"So this was where the body was found," he pointed to a staked off rectangle, "but it was dragged from over there." He continued walking in the direction it was dragged from. "And look at this." He guided me by my shoulders and pointed out a long forgotten guest house looking thing. "Think that's where they've been sleeping?" He asked, his breath tickling my ear.
Oh god why does he do that in public? When we are supposed to be Federal Agents?!
"Maybe. Want to come back later with Dean or go for it?" I asked trying to ignore his almost wandering hand.
"Later sounds good. Dean will be out for a while...." Sam whispered, lips almost brushing my ear.
He's doing this on purpose now.
"Let's go!" I almost yelled spinning him around and giving him a nice shove towards the car making him laugh his genuine, audio equivalent of sunshine laugh.