Party of Three: Supernatural S1 (Sam x OC x Dean)

Skin Pt.1

Sam, Isabeau and Dean pull into a gas station. Sam is on his PalmPilot and Isabeau is on her phone, listening to her voicemails.

Dean stops the impala, "Alright, I figure we'd hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight." Isabeau gives him a thumbs up, but Sam doesn't respond. "Sam wears women's underwear."

Isabeau snorts and Sam responds, not looking up from his PalmPilot, "I've been listenin', I'm just busy."

"Busy doin' what?"

"Reading e-mails."

Dean gets out of the car and starts to fill the tank with gas, "E-mails from who?"

Sam clicks an email, "From my friends at Stanford."

Dean laughs, "You're kidding. You still keep in touch with your college buddies?"

"Why not?" Sam asks.

Isabeau gets out of the car and gives Dean a look, "I still keep in touch with my friends, Dean. Why can't Sam?" She looks down at her cell, clicking it a few times and presses it up against her ear, "Gotta make a call." She walks away leaving the two of them alone.

Dean watches Isabeau walk away and shrugs. He moves to lean against the passenger door, looking in at Sam, "Well, what exactly do you tell 'em? You know, about where you've been, what you've been doin'?"

"I tell 'em I'm on a road trip with my big brother and best friend. I tell 'em I needed some time off after Jess." Sam explains.

"Oh, so you lie to 'em."

Sam shakes his head, "No. I just don't tell 'em....everything."

Dean narrows his eyes, "Yeah, that's called lying. I mean, hey, man, I get it, tellin' the truth is far worse."

"So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life?" Sam asks. Dean shrugs in response.

"You're serious?"

Dean shakes his head, "Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can't get close to people, period."

"You're kind of anti-social, you know that?" Sam tells him.

Dean looks away, his eyes settling on Isabeau, "Yeah, whatever." He smiles faintly as he watches Isabeau on her call.

Sam continues to read his e-mails, "God...."

Dean leans into the passenger window, "What?"

"In this e-mail from this girl, Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine." Sam explains.

"Is she hot?" Dean asks. He didn't know why he asked that. It was just normal for him. It is something he needed to work on, especially with Isabeau now with them.

Sam ignores him, "I went to school with her, and her brother, Zack. She says Zack's been charged with murder. He's been arrested for killing his girlfriend. Rebecca says he didn't do it, but it sounds like the cops have a pretty good case."

"Dude, what kind of people are you hangin' out with?" Dean asks.

Sam looks at Dean, "No, man, I know Zack. He's no killer."

"Well, maybe you know Zack as well as he knows you."

"They're in St. Louis. We're going." Sam orders.

Dean chuckles, "Look, sorry 'bout your buddy, okay? But this does not sound like our kind of problem."

"It is our problem. They're my friends." Sam says.

"St. Louis is four hundred miles behind us, Sam." Dean argues and they exchange a look. Dean sighs and turns around, looking over at Isabeau.

Dean waves over at Isabeau, catching her attention. She holds up a finger, telling him to give her a minute. "Who the hell is she talking to?" Dean asks.