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This case was absolutely infuriating. It had been three days in this damn motel, and it feels like you haven’t stopped thinking the whole time. This wasn’t your first case with the Winchester brothers, and it certainly wasn’t the first difficult one, but it really had all of you stumped. You had been hunting together for about a year and a half, and Dean had confessed his love for you about three months ago. Since then, there have been hiccups, and fights, but those were bound to happen when you were in such proximity with someone constantly. The truth was, though, you wouldn’t trade Dean, or your life together, for the world. Right now, however, everything wasn’t sunshine and daisies. You had been chasing whatever this thing is down for at least two weeks, and you think you finally have it cornered in this backwater town you’ve all holed up in. SInce you’ve made it to said backwater town, you have had no rest trying to stop the thing. For three nights now, you’ve chased it down, trying to find it before it kills another resident of the town. And every night, you’ve been just a couple minutes too slow; only managing to get there to see the bloody, animalistic carnage left in the monster’s wake. It had Dean all worked up into a craze, trying to prevent more deaths that he feels are on his hands. As for you, the lack of sleep was taking a toll. You kept seeing things out of the corners of your eye. For the last couple nights, you got a total of 3.5 hours in a fitful daze, and last night, you were so wired that there was none at all. When you looked at an object directly, it was fine but anything except for your tunnel vision seemed to swim. The microsleeps had started to hit, and you felt like there were shadowy figures in the corner of your vision, which means you were especially jumpy when Dean burst through the door of the motel room, fresh from a car nap and carrying a bow from the town bakery.
“Guys! I come bearing pie, coffee, and a lead!” He didn’t quite notice you flinch at his loud voice, this was one killer headache coming on.He put the pie box down and walked over to where you were standing in from of the evidence wall you had set up over your stay here, and hugged you from behind, both hands on your hips and his chin resting on your shoulder. You kiss his cheek and move a hand up to rest in his hair, the warmth of his body easing the tension in your shoulders a little. This time, he did notice your mood.
“Everything alright, sweetheart?” He asked, his brow furrowing in concern. You liked that, the little dent right in the center of his eyebrows when he was worried, or thinking hard. “You seem kind of out of it.”
“I’m fine, Dean, just distracted. This case is killing me. Hey, did you say you had a lead?”
“Yeah, the guy working the counter at the bakery said the neighbor’s dog had been acting strange recently, used to be the sweetest little puppy, now all of a sudden, it’s been biting local kids. Figured it might be some sort of changeling, or skinwalker.” It's getting dark now, and with night setting in, you don't have too much time to follow up on the lead and prevent another death. Your body is near an involuntary shutdown,but lives are at stake, and Dean doesn't need your sorry state on his conscience as well. "Sam! Get your christmas tree sized ass in here, we're going hunting!" you yell into the next room.
"About time!" he yells back, despite being halfway into the room already, and then near sprinting out the door with one arm in his jacket. This time, Dean also notices your flinch at the volume.
" You sure everything's ok darlin’?" You reassure him with a nod and your best approximation at a boisterous grin thinking about finally catching the thing that’s been terrorizing the townspeople. It's not that hard, you really are chomping at the bit for a crack at the damn thing.
"Let's roll."