Chapter 21

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All Dogs Go To Heaven

"Stop that." Millie told me quietly as we sat at a table outside of the restaurant.

"Stop what?" I looked away from Dean as he moved toward us, still on the phone with Bobby.

"Pardon my French, but please stop eye-fucking your husband. That's how this happened." Millie gestured to the twins. 

"Technically, that happened because we thought we were gonna die. That happened because I eye-fucked my husband." I pointed to Wyatt as he sat next to Sam, to invested in his food to pay attention to anything else.

"Well, stop. We don't need any more of them." 

"Calm down." I told her. "He looks nice today."

"If Crowley thinks we're just gonna--" Dean said as he stopped at my side. 

"Crowley thinks you're just gonna what?" Crowley appeared next to Dean. "That Bobby Singer? Give him a kiss for me. Betty, Veronica, how is sister-in-law-hood treating you two?"

"Fuck off." Millie told him.

Crowley took a seat as Dean told Bobby he'd call him back. "Good news, boys and girls."

Dean sat down next to me, setting the red basket of food down in front of him and placing an arm around my shoulder. 

"I've got a job for you." Crowley stated. 

"I'm only gonna say this once." Dean said. "You can take your job and shove it up your ass."

I gave Millie a look.

"Fine, you have a point. Resume your eye-fuck session." Millie whispered.

"Is that any way to talk to your boss?" Crowley asked.

"You're not my boss, dickbag." Dean insisted. 

"Yeah, dickbag." Wyatt mumbled, making me shake my head.

Crowley sighed. "Dean, Dean, Dean. We've been through this. Quit clutching your pearls. You've been working for me for some time. Sam and Saige here, longer."

"We didn't know." Sam pointed out.

"Like that makes a difference to you. You'd sell your brother for a dollar right now if you really needed a soda." 

"I think he's worth more than a dollar." I said.

"With that jawline? Totally." Millie agreed. 

"And look at those shoulders."

"He's got nice hand." Millie nodded.

"Not to mention his di--" I began.

"Stop it." Dean told us. "Both of you."

"Look, I'm sending you--" Crowley began.

"No." Dean cut him off.

"Beg pardon?"

"He said no." I stated, popping a fry into my mouth. 

"I've done some shady stuff in my time, but I am not doing this. No." Dean insisted. 

"Ten quid says you will." Crowley said. He reached over, pressing a finger to the back of Sam's hand. It blistered, skin burning and turning a nasty red color.

Sam pulled his hand to himself, groaning.

"You like pain, Sam? You like hell?" Crowley asked.

"Kinky, Crowley, really." Millie said.

"You need to stop thinking of this as some kind of deal." Crowley told Dean. "This is a hostage situation, you arrogant little thug."

Evie and Wyatt laughed. 

"I own your brother. Do you understand me?" Crowley asked. He snapped his fingers, healing Sam's hand. "Come on, Dean, smile. It's not that bad. Here's incentive: you bag me a live Alpha and I'll give you little Sammy's soul back with a cherry on top."

"What, Alpha Vamp not good enough for you?" Sam asked.

"We wouldn't be here if it was." I pointed out. 

"Best mind where you poke your nose, if you wanna keep it." Crowley told us. "Your merry little hike up the food chain starts here." He set a newspaper onto the table. "Businessman found dead in his car. Chest ripped open, heart missing. Sounds like...?"

"Werewolf." Sam filled in.

"No, it's not a full moon." Dean pointed out.

"So then what?" I asked. 

"Werewolves turning on the full moon, so '09." Crowley mused.

"He's right. Samuel and I ganked one about six months back on half-moon." Sam stated. "Things have been out of whack for a while now, I guess."

"Yeah, I guess." Dean said.

"So it's settled then. You bag the howler, bring it home to papa." Crowley told us. "See you soon, boys and girls."

Dean leaned back in his seat as the demon disappeared, rubbing his eyes, knee bumping mine.

"May I ask when you two had sex last?" Millie asked quietly, leaning toward me.

"Uh, two nights ago. Why?" I answered.

"Because he's grumpy. Fix it." 

"What are you girls talking about?" Dad walked up to the table, joining us.

"Nothing." Millie, Dean, and I said in unison. 

"Pop-pop!" Evie moved to hug him. It's been about a week and a half since Dad's been back. The kids loved him already.

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"So the vics a real class act." Sam sighed. "Owned a bunch of slum-grade apartments, couple houses too."

"So this is it? This is what you're gonna do?" Dean asked, eyes on the road ahead.

"What am I doing?"

"Crowley."

"He's doing me, not the demon." Millie spoke up.

"True." I added. 

"He's so far up our asses, we're coughing sulfur." Dean continued, fully done with Millie and I. "But you, you're just gonna work the case?"

"Well, he's got us by the short and curlies." Sam said. "What are we supposed to do?"

Dean shook his head. "It's just, you know, man, I'm working for a demon now." He scoffed. "I don't even know who you are. I just--I just need a second to adjust."

"I'm telling you, Saige--" Millie began.

"If you suggest that me putting out will fix his grumpiness, you would be wrong. I've tried. He returns to his grumpy grandpa state as soon as another person is around." I replied.

"Look, this is a crap situation, I get it." Sam said.  "But Dean, I am still me. Same melon, same memories. I still like the same music. I still think about Suzie Heizer."

"Biology class Suzie Heizer?" Dean asked, rubbing Evie's back as she slept curled into his side.

"We are not having this conversation again." I said.

"Can you blame me?" Sam asked. Dean shrugged in return. "Look, I know you don't trust me, and I can't take back what I did. But I'm gonig to prove it to you. I'm still your brother."

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Dean's hand was on my waist as we walked toward the crime scene. Coroner's techs were wheeling a body bag away from the dock where it was found. 

"How you doing? Agents Holt, Wilson, and Auburn." Dean introduced as we all pulled out our badges.

"Feds?" the detective asked.

"Yeah." Sam said. 

"What are the feds doing here?"

"Oh, we're specialists. They call us in to answer the questions of mouth-breathing dick monkeys." Sam told him.

I choked on a laugh as Dean looked strangly at his brother. 

"So are you gonna walk us through this, or...?" Sam gestured around. 

"Dockworker. Guy on the morning shift found him." The detective answered. "Chest ripped wide open."

"Same as the body in the car?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, the second one in two days." 

"Were internal organs missing on both victims?" I asked. "Like a, I don't know, heart or something?"

"Um, looks like it, yeah. How'd you know?" the detective asked, eyes moving to me. He smiled, eyes moving over me.

"So this guy, he have any enemies?" Sam asked as Dean shifted closer to me. 

His hand slid down to my hip, tugging me closer.

"Yeah, plenty, but I don't think it was a wolf or possibly cougar that had a beef with the guy." The detective stated. "You do realize it was an animal attack."

"An animal out here?" Dean asked. "Well, you think it came for the sailing?"

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Dean was still asleep. He lay on his stomach, one arm across me as his head rested in the crook of my neck, his chest pressed to mine as half his body was draped over me. His breath fanned my neck, steady and soft. 

I run my fingers through his hair, staring at the ceiling as I breathed in his scent. He smells so nice. It's my favorite scent in the world.

"Mama." A voice hissed. 

I looked over. Wyatt was climbing up onto the bed. "Mama, up." He said quietly.

"I'm trapped." I gestured to Dean. "Can't move, sorry, bud."

"Ugh." Wyatt sat down next to me. He nudged Dean's arm out of the way, curling into my side, head resting on my stomach. 

"Double trapped." I muttered. 

Ten minutes passed before Sam walked back in the motel room wearing a button up and black pants.

"Looks spiffy, Samuel." I complimented as Millie walked in as well. 

At the sound of the door, Dean stirred, waking. He sat up as I trailed my fingers over his bicep. 

"Morning." Sam greeted.

"You didn't sleep." Dean said, seeing as how Evie and the twins were on the only other bed in the room. "Because you don't sleep. That's not creepy at all."

"Nice observation, Dean-o." I patted his back.

"Where did this come from?" He asked, patting Wyatt's back. 

Wyatt swatted at his hand. "Mama." He whined, curling further into my arms. 

"You. He came from you." I answered, earning a look. "He's like you and wants to sleep right next to me."

"Well, you were mine first, so..." Dean kissed my cheek before settling back in my arms. "Morning, baby."

"It's not like I can help it." Sam defended his lack of sleep. "So are you just gonna lay there staring at me or you wanna hear what I dug up?"

"Tell us, you sleepless giant, what did you find?" I asked.

"So we know that werewolves are basically id gone wild, right?" Sam asked, slipping on his suit jacket. "I mean, whoever they hate, they kill when they wolf out. So I've been playing connect the victims."

"Not as fun as it sounds. Shocking, I know." Millie said, plopping down on the foot of the bed. 

"And?" Dean asked. 

"And I think I found a common denominator. So come on. Get the lead out, huh?" Sam suggested, tossing Dean a badge.

"Let me get dressed, RoboCop." Dean pressed a quick kiss to my lips before rolling out of bed. 

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Lucky for us, there was a playground right across the street from the house where we were going to interview our potential werewolf.

"You look pretty today." Dean told me, hand on my waist as we crossed the street. "Beautiful."

"You tell me that every day." I pointed out, smiling at him.

"Because you look stunning every day." He said as we reached the front door.

Sam knocked. 

"Yes, can I help you?" A dark haired woman with a little boy on her hip answered. 

"Is Cal Garrigan at home?" Sam asked as we showed her our badges. "We've got a few questions we'd like to ask."

"Yeah, uh, come in." She said, walking back inside and setting her son down on the kitchen floor. "Honey, why don't you go play in your room for a little while, okay?" She stood, gathering the toys from the table as her son ran off. "Excuse the mess."

"Oh, no, it's fine. We don't mind." I said. 

"Please, sit." She told us. "Can I get you guys anything?"

"No, thank you." Dean replied, pulling a chair out for me before sitting down himself. "So Cal is your boyfriend?"

"That's right." 

"And where is he?"

"Sleeping, I think."

"Mind telling him up and at 'em? He's got guests." 

"Yeah, yeah, of course." She walked off toward the hall right as a man walked in the kitchen. He looked hungover, majorly hungover. He made a beeline right for the coffeepot. "Cal?"

The German Shepherd in the corner growled at the man.

"Lucky. Shh." Cal hissed. 

"These are Agents...." she looked to us.

"Holt, Wilson, and Auburn." Dean filled in. "Morning-ish."

"Hey. What's this?" Cal asked.

"You out late last night, Cal?"

Cal laughed a little. "Just, you know, a couple beers with friends."

"How many is a couple?" I asked. 

"I don't know. Three, four tops." 

"If all you had was beer, then how come you're sweating vodka?" Sam asked. "And it looks to me like you slept in those clothes, am I right?" He was. Cal wore a half-buttoned t-shirt and jeans that were clearly from the day before. 

Cal laughed. "I don't know, I guess."

"What you're saying is you got blind drunk, blacked out. Something tells me this isn't the first time." Dean stated. 

"So, Cal, truthfully, who knows what you've really been up to at night?" Sam added. 

Cal sighed. "Look, what's this about?"

"We're investigating the death of Ronald Garrigan." Sam explained.  

"My brother?" Cal glanced at his girlfriend, who gave a slight shrug. 

"Sorry for your loss." Dean offered after a moment.

My eyes turned to the window just behind Cal and his girlfriend. Crap.

"The window." I whispered to Dean.

He glanced over, seeing Evie and Wyatt jumping up to peek inside, waving at us. 

"Yeah, I thought that was some kind of animal attack." Cal said.

Millie is getting her pay docked.

"No love lost between the two of you, huh?" Sam asked. 

"Look, we had our differences, I guess. You love your brother, of course, but Ron had a lot of problems." Cal crossed his arms over his chest. Coming from the man who got blackout drunk on a Wednesday night. "He was volatile."

"Last time he was here, you called the cops?"

"Yeah, look, he came in here all messed up, and he was yelling. He shoved Mandy, so I called the cops. I don't see how that has to do--"

"Your landlord was found dead this week, were you aware of that?" Sam cut him off. 

"Saw it in the papers. Why?" Cal asked. 

"Well, you two were pretty far behind on your rent, right? He had sent eviction papers?"

Mandy scoffed, shifting her weight from foot to foot as Evie waved through the window behind her. "I'm sorry, that was an animal attack."

"Funny enough, yeah, both of them were." Sam nodded his head as Millie walked into view. She winked at him through the window before ushering the kids along. 

"So great, great. Yeah, guys. What in the hell do you think I had to do with them?" Cal asked. 

"Just following procedure. Had to ask." Dean shrugged, hand massaging my thigh under the table. "You two have a good day."

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"So Cal's a prince." Sam remarked as we walked toward the car.

"He doesn't even know where he was last night." Dean added. 

"Mama!" Wyatt ran toward me. 

"Bag him now?" Sam asked.

"No, you homicidal freak." I said.

"No, we make sure." Dean set his hand back on my waist after fist-bumping Wyatt.

"Really?" Sam asked.

"Before we hand him over to a lifetime of demon rape? Yeah, really." Dean said. 

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That night we sat in the Impala, watching as Cal was drinking with some friends in a garage. 

"Boy, Cal just doesn't know when to quit." Sam said. 

"Three scuzzy bars, one scuzzy strip club, a chili dog joint, seven or eight nightcaps, and now Scotches in the library." Dean listed. "I'm getting cirrhosis just watching this."

"Dude, it's horrific." I agreed, leaning against the passenger door. "How he has a liver at all is beyond me."

"Other than that, we got squat." Dean continued. 

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Dean's fingers were brushing through my hair as his arm rested on the back of the seat just above my shoulders. "Dude, sun's up. This guy's still on two legs, in theory." He said as we watched two of Cal's friends finally leave to their vehicles. "He ain't wolfing out."

"Well, not tonight anyway." Sam said.

"Let's head back." Dean reached for the keys. "We can re-attack this in a couple hours. Think we'll get lucky and make it back before the rugrats wake up?"

"Slim chance." I said.

"Yeah, because they just had to inherit your 'let's get up early' thing." Dean set a hand on my thigh as he turned left out onto the main road. 

"Not Rory. She would never leave bed if it were up to her." I pointed out. "Eve's just always happy. I don't think she's into getting up early either."

"Flip a coin who gets to take first shift while the other sleeps for an hour?" Dean suggested.

"Yep." I said, knowing full-well he would let me sleep first no matter who won. 


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