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The Winchesters and I had met about a year ago when they were hunting the ghost of someone I had embalmed. Apparently Grampa had been murdered by his greedy grandchildren and was mighty pissed about it.
I have alway had an open mind about the supernatural but when I met the boys they took the last shred of my innocence…
I had gotten a call from a fellow undertaker that some strange happenings had been going on at his funeral home. He being new to the funeral business I wasn’t sure if something was actually going on or if he was jumpy around his new clientele. Just to be safe though I decided to drop a dime to the Winchester boys.
That is what brings me to a cut rate motel in my business formal clothes on a Saturday afternoon.
Sam and I sat across the small room from each other while we waited on Dean to finish getting ready. I was looking over the disturbance complaints that my colleague had filed.
“What do you think Y/n? Is it a real case?” Sam said while buttoning his cuffs. They had decided the easiest way to scope out a funeral home was to pose as Priests from the local church. Its rare that anyone questions men of the cloth being at a place of mourning.
“Well I am certainly no expert but its possible that something hinky is going on. I don’t know how useful EMF will be. I’m sure there is a lot of activity where ever fresh bodies are being held before burial.” I replied with out looking up from my file.
“That is a good point.”, he paused for a moment shifting in his seat “ Even if there isn’t a case I’m glad you called” He said more quietly.
Looking up from my papers I am momentarily stunned by Sam Winchester. He looks so soft and sweet sitting in his priest costume with the sun spilling over his face.
“It is really good to see” I say smiling softly at him.
Sam shifts again in his seat tugging at his priest collar.
“I always feel a little dirty impersonating a priest” he chuckled out softly.
Smiling wickedly I get up from my place on the bed and slowly walk over to him.
“ Dirty huh?”
Looking up and making eye contact with me Sam gulps and tugs at his collar again.
“I think impersonating a priest in order to help people is probably one of the least dirty things you could be doing dressed as a priest.” I shrug reaching him and sinking to my knees with my hands on the arms of his chair.
Sounding perfectly flustered now Sam looks down at me from his higher vantage point.
Liking the reaction I was getting I decided to push it. I continued to look up at him trying to make my eyes as innocent and doe like as possible huskily I whispered,
“ Forgive me Father for I have sinned” as I move my hands from the armrest to the tops of Sam’s thighs I feel Sam tense under my touch as I hold eye contact with him. Slowly I start to lean closer to him sliding my hands slowly up his thighs.
When our lips were mere centimeters from making contact we both hear Dean banging his way through the bathroom door. Focused on putting toiletries away and straightening his cuffs he misses the sudden scramble between Sam and I.
As he walked through the door I spring back to my feet almost falling over and Sam bolts for the now open bathroom door.
My cheeks flaming with embarrassment I turn around to gather papers. What had gotten into me? Yeah Sam and I flirted but that was not just flirting. That was a declaration of wanting more than flirting. Oh god I hope I didn’t make it awkward between the two of us. Oh god I hope I’m not going to hell for saying those things to someone dressed as priest! Oh God I should stop saying "oh god"!
Dean now impatient bangs on the bathroom door ,“ Sammy come on we got to go. We’re going to be late”, like he hadn’t just spent an hour getting ready.
Sam swings the door open with water dripping down his face. His face was an adorable mix of irritated and flustered.
“ y/n are you riding with us or taking your own car?” Dean asks absently as he checks his gun.
I briefly look over at Sam not knowing if it would be awkward for us to take one car.
“ It would probably better if you rode with us y/n. Then we can debrief here after.” Sam said making intense eye contact with me behind Deans back.
Biting my lip nervously I shook my head saying, “Okay yeah works for me. I wouldn’t want to give up an opportunity to ride in Baby anyway”
Dean turns giving me a grin before heading out the door saying, “ Hell yeah you don’t!”
As I turn to follow Dean out the door Sam grabs my hand pulling me back.
Looking up at him once again I see less of the soft Sam from a few minutes ago but more of a determined Sam.
‘We’ll talk more about your sins in private my child” he whispered lowly in my ear, and with that he walked out to the Impala without a glance back.
Oh Boy…