The Third Man

Dean's pov

I flipped through channels on the tv, leaning against the headboard. Si walked in the room, a t-shirt of mine swallowing her form. She smiled at me, nudging the door shut. "The kids are in bed."

"Hey." I sat up, turning to face her fully. "How are you feeling?"

"Good." Si answered, stepping between my legs. She smiled, now standing taller than me since I was sitting. She brushed her hands over my bare shoulders, dragging her nails lightly down my arms. She leaned in to kiss me, pushing me down onto my back.

Si moved to straddle my hips, moved her hands down my chest. She tasted like strawberry and mint, and she smelled so nice. I set my hands on her hips, flipping her onto her back. I nudged her legs apart, settling between them as she moved her hands over my side, fingertips lingering on the tattoo on my ribs before moving to my back.

"I love you." She whispered between kisses.

"I love you too." I slipped my hands under the shirt she wore, keeping my touch gentle seeing as her skin was still covered in healing bruises. I trailed my lips over her soft, warm skin.

Si sat up enough for me to pull the shirt over her head and toss it to the floor.

I continued peppering her skin with soft kisses as her hands drifted down to the waistband of my boxers.

A loud noise made me jump awake. A tractor trailer rushed by, horn still sounding in the air. I wasn't at Si's house. I wasn't with her at all. I was in the Impala, alone on the side of a backroad.

I shifted uncomfortably, groaning as I rested my head against the steering wheel.

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Saige's pov

I walked into Sam's motel room only to be met with said man shirtless and doing pull-ups using the mental pipes of the exposed ceiling. Sam let go, dropping down to the floor.

The sound of whistling made me freeze. "Oh no, don't stop. I was enjoying the show. Want a dollar?" Millie's voice made me smile.

I walked further into the room to find Millie leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom in only an oversized shirt. Sam's shirt.

Sam scoffed a laugh. "I'm done."

"I'm not." Millie replied.

"What's going on here?" I asked, giving my friend a knowing look.

"You are interrupting, my friend, go away." Millie gave me a look. "Don't you have children?"

"Nah, Sammy, this is payback for interrupting me and Dean all those times. Also, the children are still asleep, next room. They're fine." I took a seat at the table. "Go on, I'm not here."

Millie shot me a glare, screaming 'I was on your side, get out!'. While that was true, this was fun. Too much fun. She moved toward Sam, lowering her voice as I cracked open a book. "Last night was, uh...really, really great."

"Good." Sam said.

I looked up, wide eyed. Well, this is a strange side of him I've never seen.

Millie nodded her head, eyes turning to mine in a 'are you hearing how hot this is' look. 

A phone rang.

"Not me." I said, not feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket. 

"I don't even know where my phone is, it's wherever my pants are." Millie shrugged.

Sam grabbed his phone from the table, answering.

"So we never got to talk last time. How is he? Are you two together now or--" I began in a quiet voice as Millie joined my side.

"Shh." She hissed as Sam answered his phone. "I'm pretty sure it's just sex, really great, rough sex, but just sex."

"Come on, I spill details. You spill details."

"Change of plans. I need you to meet me. I'm in PA, town called Easter. Saige is with me." Sam said. It was Dean. Last we talked, he was a night's drive from the Campbell base but then Sam dragged me up here for a case.

"Not in front of him, Saige. Later." Millie promised. 

"Caught a case." Sam told Dean, back facing as he talked with his brother. "I like to work."

"Yeah, that's totally what you were doing." I mumbled.

"Work can mean lots of things." Millie replied. 

"Glad we hashed that out. Call me when you roll into town." Sam hung up, turning to us. "We have a few hours before Dean gets here."

"Great." Millie said, jabbing her elbow into my ribs. 

"Ow." I stepped away from her. She gave me a look. "Oh, right, yes. I get it. Got it. I'll, uh, just...go do...something."

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I had to be honest, things were awkward between Dean and I after he found about my...problem. I was scared he'd look at me differently. Of course, he didn't know the worst part but still. What I'd fallen into was bad, he saw that now. He saw through me. What if he hated what he saw and went back to doesn't have a drug problem, normal Lisa?

"Si?" Dean prompted, drawing my eyes to him as I sat in the passenger seat of the Impala. I smoothed out the pencil skirt I wore. "Baby, are you okay?"

"Yeah, fine." I answered. Really, I was losing it. I wanted a hit. I hated myself for it. I hated that Dean knew. I hated that I got myself into this situation. I hated that he knew what Thomas had done. I hated myself for letting it happen. I hated that I wasn't strong enough to stop it. I hated that I was so out of it. 

What if Dean didn't want me anymore because of what I had done, what Thomas had done? 

"Hey, look, you can talk to me. You know that, right?" Dean reached over placing a hand on my knee. 

"What are we doing, Dean?" I asked quietly. 

"What do you mean?"

"Be honest with me, do you...do you still love me? I don't want you to come back to me because you feel like you have to, for the kids. If you--If you want Lisa, go to her. I'd rather you not stay with me and end up resenting me for it." I rambled. 

"Si, I want you." Dean told me. "I want you for you. Not because I feel obligated to love you. I love you because you're...you. You're my Si. No one else could ever replace you." He paused, then scoffed. "And honestly after all the crap we've been through...I'm not sure you and I could be just friends."

"You still want me after...everything? Everything I've done, everything that's happened to me?" 

Dean scoffed, looking over at me. "Si, you've been through crap this past year and a half that would break a person, I don't blame you for any decision you made. I wasn't there to help you. It's not your fault. And as for...what that dick did to you...Si, none of it was your fault. I'm not gonna look at you any different."

I smiled, eyes stinging.. "At least one of us still likes me. I hate what I see when I look in the mirror."

"You shouldn't." Dean told me. "And I will do everything in my power to make you see yourself the way I see you."

"Dean?"

"Yeah, buttercup?" he teased.

I smiled. "Can I be honest with you?"

"Please do."

"Remember when I told you about the monster blood? Sorceress told me that in my second life, we began to drink monster blood because it made us more powerful but too much can kill me. I was on the edge of death, that's how it split Sorceress and I into two people in one body." I explained. "There's a theory that if I drink it again, it might mend us back together into one person. So after I started sending letters and you never replied...Thomas offered me...well, you know then he said that I should try the blood...I was scared and weak and I did. Now--Now I can't stop. It's addicting. Just as bad as everything else I got into."

Dean pulled in a breath. "It's alright. We'll figure it out." 

"You're not gonna yell at me? Or tell me I was stupid and reckless?"

"Si, you do enough of that yourself. I'm here to help you." Dean told me as he parked outside of the police department where we were meeting Sam and Millie.

"On a lighter note, they have a friends with benefits thing going on now." I nodded to the two standing by the car before us. "I also know a lot of details about how your brother is in bed."

"Shut up." Dean said, reaching up and placing his hand over my mouth. "Don't you dare say another word. I just got you back, so don't go ruining sex for me."

I laughed a little, though he hasn't made a single move to initiate anything. I mean, I had. He just didn't. 

We got out of the car. Dean joined my side, placing a hand on my waist. "Still driving the plastic piece of crap, huh?" He asked his brother.

"What's your milage again?" Sam asked.

"Shut up."

"I guess I'll watch the kids and dogs." Millie said, moving toward the Impala. "I don't like dead bodies anyway. They're creepy."

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"Officer Gerald Hatch, a 17-year veteran." Sam said as we walked toward the morgue. "Found dead in the ready room three days ago."

Dean and I had sex in a police department once. Wouldn't mind doing it again.

I glanced over at Dean as he looked down in the file he held. Yeah, definitely wouldn't mind doing it again. I almost forgot how good he looks in a suit.

"Whoa. Somebody was over-hydrating." Dean said, reading the file.

Sam scoffed. "Basically, yeah. Guy just liquefied. Most of the meat, bones, dense tissues, they just turned to blood." He explained as he showed the man at the front desk our badges before walking into the morgue.

"Okay, I don't get it." Dean said.

"Nobody gets it." Sam replied. 

"No, I mean, I get that. I'm saying if the guy was a mop job, what are we doing in the morgue? What's left of him to look at?" Dean asked. I traced my eyes over him, his shoulders, his arms, his hands. I moved my eyes up, over his jaw, his lips. 

I sighed. 

"Not here to look at him." Sam stated.

"Hey, Si, you there?" Dean snapped his fingers, waving his hand before my face. "Hello, anybody home?"

I blinked. "Huh?"

"Are you paying attention?"

"Oh, yeah." I nodded my head, turning to see the dead body pulled from the freezer wall. He was covered in blisters, skin swollen and red.

"Bad news." Dean mumbled. 

"Officer Toby Gray." Sam said. "They just brought him in. Found him dead in his patrol car at a speed trap on the outside of town."

"Extreme allergic reaction?" Dean read the file that sat atop the body.

"Yeah. Boils, covered from head to toe."

"That's just disgusting." I mumbled.

"On the inside too. Says his airways are chock-full of them. Starting to look witch-y to you?" Dean asked.

"That was my first instinct, but I've found zero signs of hex work anywhere." Sam explained. "As far as I can tell, witchcraft was not involved."

"Gott be some sort of link between, uh, Skidmark and Bubblewrap here."

"No question."

"Well, uh, can I get a witness?"

"Yep. Uh...Officer Ed Colfax. Saw Hatch go from a solid to a liquid." Sam explained. 

"Another cop?" I asked. 

"Hatch's partner."

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If there is one thing woman as a whole can agree on it's that somehow a man driving is hot. Every woman I know has agreed. 

Was it stupid and childish that Dean was doing everything to beat Sam to the house of the officer we were interviewing? Yes. It was. Was it also kind of hot because it showcased his driving skills? Yes. It was. 

Or maybe I was just horny. Who knows?

Dean cut Sam off, reaching the house first and slowing to a stop.

I rolled my eyes, getting out of the car. Dean smirked, adjusting the cuff of his suit jacket as he walked around the car to join me. 

Evie grabbed onto his hand. The other kids were napping at the moment. 

"Were you, uh--?" Sam asked as he walked up to us. He scoffed. "Were you racing me?"

"No." Dean said. "I was kicking your ass."

"Very mature."

"We kicked his ass, right, Eve?" Dean lifted her into his arms, making her laugh a little. 

"Yep." Evie agreed. 

We made our way to the front door. Dean set Evie on her feet, knocking on said door. "Hello? Officer Colfax?" The door swung open and Colfax stood there, dressed head to toe in uniform on his day off. "Looking sharp, Kojak." Dean remarked.

"Who the hell are you?" Colfax asked.

"We're the Fed, Ed." Sam said, making Evie laugh a little. "Here to ask you questions about your partner's death."

"Don't worry about it. It's nobody's business." Ed stated. 

"Officer Colfax--"

"Don't worry about it." Ed slammed the door shut.

"Well, that was rude." I mumbled.

"So rude." Evie repeated, taking my hand.

Sam sighed, kicking the door open.

"Dude." Dean said, following him inside the house. 

As we walked down the hall, I noticed how all of the framed photos on the wall and table had the faces of the people scratched out.

Ed sat at the table, using the knife to scrape away the face of another photo.

"Officer Colfax?" Sam asked. 

"Hey, man, you alright?" Dean added.

"Don't worry about it." Ed told us.

"Right." Dean mumbled. "Look, Officer Colfax, Ed, uh...we think that your partner died of unnatural causes."

Ed looked up at us finally, reaching up to scratch the top of his hat.

Dean and I shared a confused look.

"Did he have any enemies that you know of?" I asked.

"You might say that." Ed replied.

"Oh, yeah?" Sam asked. "Who's that?"

Ed filled a cup with whiskey. "They both had it coming. Me too. I'll be the next to go, and then it'll be over. And God will be satisfied."

"Why does God want you all dead?" Dean asked. 

"Because of Christopher Birch." Ed accidently knocked the bottle over, making liquor spill over the table and floor. He made no move to pick it up. "Ah, damn it."

"Who's Christopher Birch?" Sam asked.

"He has no face." Ed stared at the spilling whiskey.

"Ed?"

"Officer, are you alright?" Dean added. 

Ed finally lifted the glass.

"Who is Christopher Birch, Ed?" Sam asked. "Ed!"

"Christopher Birch is a kid with no face." Ed repeated. "And a planted gun." A line of blood ran down his face from under his hat. 

"Uh, you, uh...got a little something." Dean said.

Ed swiped his fingers across his cheek, seeing the blood. "Damn. My head's been itching like a dirty jock." Then he fell forward, face hitting the table.

Sam moved to check his pulse. "Dead." He announced.

The sound of buzzing and chittering was faintly echoing in the room.

"You hear that?" Dean asked.

Sam lifted the officer's hat to reveal a large hole in his skull with cicadas crawling from it.

______

I stepped out of the bathroom, holding the towel to my chest as I crossed the room. 

"Sweet. Blood, boils, locusts." Dean listed as I felt his eyes on me. 

"Three of your more popular Egyptian plagues." Sam said as he sat across from Dean at the table in the middle of our motel room.

Evie sat with then, the mason car of bugs in her hand. 

"Yeah, but these guys ate their way out of a cop's melon." Dean took the jar from her, eyes moving to the bugs. "I don't quite remember that in King James."

"Keep 'em?" Evie asked, taking the jar back.

"You're weird kid." 

I grabbed an outfit from my bag. "So any luck on whoever this Christopher kid is?"

"Yeah." Sam said. "Meanwhile, Christopher Birch was shot in the head last month after a vehicle pursuit. Hatch, Gray, and Colfax were the officers involved and they all filed the same police report."

Dean picked up the papers from the table. "'Suspect exited vehicle brandishing a firearm. We were forced to fire.'"

I moved toward the table. "So they covered it up."

"Right, just a kid with no face and a planted gun." Dean reached out, setting a hand on my waist. "Bunch of dicks. So they popped the kid, planted the piece."

"Maybe Colfax is right." Sam shrugged. "Maybe heaven has a hate on for bad cops."

"Is that in the angel lore?" Millie asked from the couch.

"So we're listening to the guy with the bug in his custard?" Dean asked, standing and brushing past me, hands on my hips. "That's the, uh, theory you wanna go with?" He moved to grab a beer from the fridge.

"Dean, angels gotta have something to do, right?" Sam asked. "Now that we're post apocalypse."

"Yeah, maybe." Dean agreed. I moved toward him, taking his beer. "You should call Cas. And you should get your own." He looked at me.

"Nah." I raised the bottle to my lips, taking a sip before handing it back to him. 

Dean brushed past me again, hand lingering on my back. 

"You're kidding, right?" Sam asked as Dean moved to sit on the bed. "Dean, I tried. It was the first and second and third thing I did, soon as I got topside. Son of a bitch won't answer the phone."

"Si, you tried?" Dean asked. "He's your winged pal from the beginning."

"No. I mean, I tried once a while ago. He showed, said he was really busy then disappeared. I figured when he had a chance, he'd make an appearance." I shrugged. 

"Well, let's try." Dean shut his eyes. "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to Castiel to get his feathery ass down here."

"You're an idiot." Sam told him.

"Stay positive."

"Oh, I am positive." 

Evie laughed, hopping from her chair and moving to Dean.

"Come on, Cas. Don't be a dick." Dean tried again.

"What's dick?" Evie asked, moving to sit next to Dean.

Millie laughed. 

"Nice one, Dean." I said.

Dean shot me a look. "Uh...It's a really bad word you cannot use." He told her. "Got it?"

"Why?" Evie asked.

"Because." Dean patted her head. "Anyway, we got ourselves a plague-like situation down here and--Do you--Do you copy?"

Nothing.

"Like I said, ahem, the song of a bitch doesn't answer." Sam told him.

Suddenly Cas appeared at Sam's side.

"He's right behind me, isn't he?" Sam asked.

"Cas!" Evie ran toward him. "Hugs?"

"Hello." Cas greeted, lifting Evie into his arms.