Destiny Will Wait

04. Skin

"It's okay. It's okay," a police officer said as the girl pointed to the room across the hall.

"In there! In there!" the girl cried.

The S.W.A.T team moved to the other room. The man was there, trying to open a pair of doors leading to a balcony.

"Freeze!" an officer yelled. "Don't move! Drop the knife. Keep your hands where I can see 'em. Drop it! Hold it right there! Do it!" The man turned around. It was Dean.

EXT. GAS STATION

ONE WEEK EARLIER

Sam, Saoirse and Dean pulled into the station.

"All right, I figure we'd hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight," Dean said and Sam and Saoirse didn't respond. "Sam wears women's underwear. Saoirse's drop dead pretty."

"I've been listenin', I'm just busy," Sam replied as he checked e-mails on his PalmPilot.

"Busy doin' what?"

"Reading e-mails." Dean got out of the car and started to fill the tank with gas.

"E-mails from who?"

"From our friends at Stanford," Saoirse replied, feeling a soul's judgment; one of her friends who'd died.

"You're kidding. You two still keep in touch with your college buddies?"

"Why not?" Sam and Saoirse questioned.

"Well, what exactly do you two tell 'em? You know, about where you've been, what you've been doin'?"

"We tell 'em we're on a road trip with my big brother and a friend. We tell 'em we needed some time off after Jess."

"Oh, so you lie to 'em."

"No. She and I just don't tell 'em.... everything."

Saoirse frowned. "Sam and I do need time after Jess; Sam more so. But there are some things that shouldn't be revealed."

Dean looked between them. "Yeah, that's called lying. I mean, hey, man, Seri, I get it, tellin' the truth is far worse."

Sam frowned. "So, what are she and I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of our life?" Dean shrugged. "You're serious?"

"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? You're worse than Seri, which says something." He noticed Saoirse's slight wince. "Hey, you okay?"

"Fantastica."

"Yeah, whatever," Dean replied, glancing at Saoirse in slight surprise. "You speak another language?"

She nodded. "Italian. Fluent. Also know some Latin and Ancient Greek."

"You, Saoirse Moretti, might be useful."

"Gee, thanks."

Sam continued to read his e-mails. "God..."

"What?" Dean asked.

"In this e-mail from this girl, Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine and Saoirse's."

"Is she hot?" Sam ignored him and Saoirse rolled her eyes.

"Saoirse and 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."

Saoirse nodded. "Explains the gutting judging feeling."

Dean looked at her confusedly before turning back to his brother. "Dude, what kind of people are you two hangin' out with?"