Sam x Reader
With A Little Help (Part Four)
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The crime scene was the same as the others apparently. It
appeared to be a body dump. No EMF, no sulphur, nothing that led to us being
able to pinpoint anything.
‘Still waiting on an ID, but I have had my people trace
prior known locations for the other victims, nothing shows up at common.’
Barrett told us. ‘And my tech guys are organising any video footage they can
get.’ He added, I nodded, watching as Sam talked to the person who found the
‘So you two are together?’ Barrett asked, looking at Sam.
‘Yeah, pretty much.’
‘Is it serious? Or is there’s a chance I can con you into
staying when they leave?’ he asked, surprising me. Sam looked over at me,
smiling one of his smiles. It fell slightly when he noticed Barrett.
‘Serious.’ I told him. ‘No chance of me staying.’
‘Does he treat you right? Cos from what I read in his file,
he needs a bullet or 6.’ He growled.
‘The files crap. He saved my life, probably in more ways
than I like to admit.’ I told him.’ He looked at me,
‘Fine, I’ll save the bullets but if he hurts you…’
‘I’ll shoot him
myself.’ I finished. Barrett laughed, and squeezed my hand. Before heading off.
Sam wasn’t happy about what he witnessed, but his mood improved when I
explained our conversation.
‘So we are serious?’ he teased, later that night in our
motel room as I came out the shower.
‘Well I live with you, cook for you, you stitch me up,
killed a werewolf for me. Although that was after you used me as bait, so it
probably doesn’t count.’ I smirked, ‘You get upset if another guy looks at me.
And when your brother interrupts us. So I am hoping I didn’t assume the wrong
thing.’ I smiled slightly, biting my lip.
‘Yes, the interrupting part. Where were we exactly?’ he
asked, kissing me. It didn’t take long for us to find where we were up to. Sam
had just finished removing my shirt and pants when the idea came to me.
‘Oh My God.’ I said
‘I know baby, it only gets better.’ Sam said kissing my
‘Huh, what? No, not you.’ I sat up, jumping out of bed. Sam
stopped, looking rather upset, it wasn’t until I had grabbed my laptop, that
what had happened came to light.
‘I’m sorry, I just… it came to me.’ I apologised, my face
falling. I put my laptop down. ‘It was good, I swear. I was thinking of you and
focusing on it and what you were doing. It’s just it hit me. I just.’ I sighed.
Swearing mentally. Sam took my chin in his hand and kissed my lips.
‘It’s ok.’ He said, smiling a sad smile. ‘You do get
distracted too easily.’ He teased.
‘I’m sorry. I really am.’ I said quietly. Sam chuckled,
‘It’s ok. It’s one of the many things I love about you.’ He
smiled shyly. I kissed him, softly. ‘What did you think of?’ he asked, kissing
‘What if it’s not our case? What if it’s human not monster?’
He stopped kissing my shoulders and back.
‘I’m not following.’
‘Did you ever watch Bones?’ Sam shook his head.
‘Ok so it’s a forensics crime show. Absolutely brilliant,
they solve crimes base on forensic anthropology. It’s based on Kathy Reich’s
novels. So anyway there was a serial killer who made a set of teeth, sorta like
dentures, but he used teeth from victims of people he killed and ate. What if
this is what we are dealing with, well not this one exactly but along the same
lines. Someone has falsies and switches them out.’ I explained quickly.
‘That means we can go back home.’ He said happily.
‘Not until we know for sure, it is a theory. But it still
could be something nasty and our kind of case.’ I suggested, I grabbed my phone
to call Barrett. Sam pulled it from my hands.
‘How about you not disturb him and let the guy sleep it is
late.’ He suggested, I looked at the clock pointedly. I nodded. ‘And then we
‘Not be disturb.’ He grinned cheekily. I smiled, my cheeks
flushing red. Sam kissed me again. Throwing my phone on the couch. His mouth
and hands picking back up where he left off. This time he managed to keep my
focus on him. Well and truly on him.
I lay in his arms when we finished, his hand running through
my hair, every so often he kissed my head. His fingers rubbing my anti
possession tattoo on my hip. I fell asleep in his arms, listening to his
heartbeat, the steadiness of his breathing.
The next morning we met with Dean, who thought my theory was
weird but was happy not to deal with any weird monsters we hadn’t thought of.
We met Barrett for breakfast. Sitting in the diner running over what I thought,
he seemed impressed.
‘I remember those episodes. It’s plausible, and makes sense
if nothing else is standing out.’ I shrugged, taking a bite of my waffles.
‘Have no idea. Just a thought. We can help look into it,
stay until it is confirmed one way or another.’ I offered, Barrett seemed happy
‘I have all the CCTV footage. We can have a movie night if
you want.’ He suggested, unenthusiastically.
‘We can take divide them up if you want.’ Sam suggested.
‘All four of us looking will go quicker.’ He added, Barrett agreed.
We spent the night going over video footage; nothing useful
came up on the dumpsites. So far, the last known location was bust too.
‘I’m going to get something to drink.’ I told Sam, heading
for the door. He nodded, distracted with the video. I knocked on Dean’s door
offering him a drink as well, apparently I also needed to get pie. Thank got
for a gas stop over the road.
I got everything, and headed back outside, when I heard a
cry from behind the dumpster. I swore when I realised that I didn’t have any
form of weapons on me. I pulled out my mobile and prepared to call Sam. Walking
down the dark alley I stopped when I saw the image in front of me. I gasped,
pressing dial. There was no one here aside from a partially eaten body. My
stomach lurched slightly. Sam answered,
‘I-.’ it went black.