How Are You Alive (Dean Winchester Love Story Book 4)

Chapter 41

Chapter 41

There goes my heart beating
Cause you are the reason
I'm losing my sleep
Please come back now

You Are The Reason by Callum Scott

~HOSPTIAL~

I enter the office as I see Dr. Cara Roberts, who is sitting behind her desk, tipping some tablets from a bottle into her hand. She swallows the tablets and rubs her temples. "Rough night?" I ask as I shut the door.

"Fun night. Rough morning." She groans as I snicker. "Can I help you?" She asks. "Ahh...yes. Um, I'm Special Agent Stiles, FBI. You Doctor Cara Roberts?" I ask. "Far as I know." Cara says.

"You do some work with the Sheriff's department?" I ask. "Yeah, when I'm not slogging it through the ER. It's a small town. We multi-task." She says. "Well, I have some questions about a case. About several cases actually. Do you mind if I sit?" I ask, Cara motions me to a chair in front of her desk.

I sit down. "Great. Adam Benson, Jim Wylie, and Steve Snyder." I say. "Oh yeah, the men who killed their wives?" Cara asks. "You handled their work-ups, right?" I ask. "Autopsies for the wives and tox screens for the perps. Two-for-one special." She says.

"You find anything?" I ask. "Not really. I mean, C.O.D. on the women was pretty clear. There was nothing unusual in their systems." Cara says. "What about the husbands?" I ask. "Can I...see your badge again?" She asks as I pull it out and show her. She leans in looking closely at my badge then her eyes look at me. She seems satisfied since she leans back in her chair.

"There was one thing, um, an anomaly in the blood work. And I remember thinking how strange it was that it showed up in all three of the men." She begins to say. "That what showed up?" I ask. "Oxytocin. And their levels were crazy high." She says in surprise. "Ahh. Oxytocin?" I ask, confused. "Mm-hmm, it's a hormone that's produced during childbirth, lactation and sex." Cara says.

"Okay." I say. "People call it the love hormone. Um, you know how it feels when you first fall in love. The whole weak in the knees, tattoo you on my chest thing? That's oxytocin. Of course it eventually fades and then you're stuck with every relationship ever. That and the painful regime of tattoo removal." She says.

"What'd I miss?" Dean asks as he comes into the office from behind me. I sigh. Great. "Ahh, this is my partner, Agent Murdoch. He likes to be late." I grumble as I glare at Dean as he walks over and holds his hand out to Cara. "Please 'Agent' sounds so formal. You can call me Dean." He winks at her and I look down at the ground as they shake hands.

"I'm Doctor Roberts." She says and I look back up at them. "So, um, can I help you with anything else?" She asks. "Uhh, sure, just one more thing. This chemical, this...Oxytocin." I say.

"Oxytocin was found?" Dean asks. "Yeah if you were here on time you would have found out sooner." I glare at him and then look back at Cara. "What would cause those high levels that you found?" I ask. "Nothing that I've ever seen." She says.

"Okay. That's everything. Thanks Doc." I say and shake her hand, then Dean and I leave the room. "You totally Cock-blocked me." Dean grumbles. "Fuck you." I scoff as I walk faster as we leave the hospital. "So Whylie and Snyder totally fessed up." Dean says. "One emptied his IRA, the other, his kids college fund, all on the same day." Dean adds, hopefully noticing that I am purposely ignoring him.

"It's happening at a club called The Honey Wagon." He sighs as I get into the Impala, still not saying a word to him, but of course he knows the strip club. Dean gets in the drivers side. "These guys have affairs too, with a stripper also known as Jasmine?" I ask. "Oh she speaks!" Dean exclaims as he starts the car.

"Just answer the fucking question." I scoff. "Yes and no. This is where it gets interesting. Each guy hooked up with a different chick." He says as he pulls out of the hospital parking lot.

"So, what? These girls all connected somehow?" I ask. "Well, they all described their stripper in the same way, the exact same way. Perfect, and everything that they wanted." He says. "Yeah, at least until dream Barbie convinced them to murder their wives." I say.

"There's that." Dean agrees. "You know, it's almost like they were under some kinda love spell." I say as I open up my laptop. "Sure seems that way." Dean says. "Which caused them to become totally psychotic." I scoff. "Absolutely." Dean agrees with me again.

I roll my eyes already regretting about what I'm say to him. "You seem pretty cheery." I say. "Strippers, Skye. Strippers. We're on an actual case involving strippers. Finally." He chuckles. My stomach tightens in jealousy and yet feels like I'm being stabbed in the heart at the same time, about what Dean just said.

I knew I was going to regret this case.