34. Sam, No.
Sam hovers over me while I type vigorously on my computer. I have hacked into the Police systems data base and was searching for murder/suicide in the last 20 years.
"Okay, young male early 20's, either hung or stabbed in the chest." Sam directs leaning down against the table.
Dean is in my kitchen digging through my bare fridge. I look over my computer and smirk, shaking my head. "There's practically nothing in there Dean."
He slams the fridge door and comes to sit back down, "Found anything yet?"
I tap my fingers against the table as the computer searches for much needed answers. At first it seemed surreal that it was even possible that anyone would hunt the supernatural, let alone do it for free. Sam and Dean where unlike anyone I have ever met, they cared about people in their own strange.
The information finally loads and I click on the one result that showed. His picture loads onto the screen, his name is Mathew Smith. He is the man I saw that night. I shake my head and put my face in my hands.
"It's him." I murmur into my hands.
Sam places a hand on my back, "We'll end this." I hear him pick up my computer and walk over to Dean. "Says here that he killed himself, but not before stabbing his girlfriend. In the heart. His motive, he was mad at his girlfriend for breaking up with him."
Dean slaps his hands down on the table, "Sounds like our guy. So basically he's killing any girl that breaks up with their boyfriend."
My phone buzzes and I reluctantly pick it looking at the text message from a friend named Amber. It reads, 'Just broke up with Luke, I need a little girl bonding time. Wanna come over.'
My eyes go wide and I look at the two boys who are staring at me. "I know who he is going to kill next." I grab my jacket off the chair and rush out the door. The two boys rush after following me down to my car.
"I'm not riding in that." Dean states standing behind you.
You turn around giving him a death stare, "Fine, lets go though!"
All three of you rush to his car. I am of course put in the back, but I don't mind. All I care about is saving Amber.
"So how are we going to stop this thing?" I ask frantically.
"When you're dealing with a vengeful spirit or any spirit for that matter you usually have to salt and burn the bones." Sam explains.
I stick my head in between the two of them, "Salt and burn?! Oh god.. Take a left up here."
Dean turns the wheel and you go flying to the side of the car. You hit your head on the window causing an instant headache. You rub your head. "Ouch."
"Didn't you ever learn to buckle up?" Dean chuckles.
You roll our eyes, "Stop here!" Dean slams on the breaks.
I open the car door and so does Sam, "Dean, he's buried in West Monroe Cemetery!" Sam says slamming his door. Dean nods and takes off in the direction of the cemetery.
I look to Sam with worry in my eyes, "Now what?"
Sam looks up to Amber's house, "Well, we go inside and protect her until Dean burns the bones."
I give Sam a tight lipped smile, "Just swell." You look down and notice he is carrying a shot gun.
He slightly laughs and slips it into his large jacket. You shake your head and the the two of you quickly walk up the steps to Amber's apartment. My hand hovers over her door and I look to Sam with a sorry look.
"What if she's dead already?" I question my heart pounding in my chest.
Sam reaches out and touches my hand, "It's going to be okay." He assures urging me to knock.
I give the red door three knocks and step back clenching my hand into a fist. I don't know how I would cope with loosing another friend. All I want to see is Amber's sweet face opening the door. I close my eyes, and then hear a click of the door unlocking. I slowly open my eyes to see Amber standing there with a big smile and a hand on her hip.
"Who's this?" She asks looking up at Sam.
"Uh, um. He's my um cousin. Yeah cousin." You lie through your teeth.
"Oh that's great! On Hope's mom's side?" Amber asks him.
He slips his hands into his pockets, "No actually her Dad's side." He improvises.
She cocks her head to the side, "I thought your Dad didn't have any siblings?"
I instantly sigh looking down at the ground, this was harder than it seemed. We should of talked about a cover story before we went barging in to save a friend. I mean, I guess you don't think very much in these types of situations. I clench my fists tighter, becoming nervous. What were we going to tell her?
I am caught off guard when Sams arm snakes around my waist and pulls me close to his side. "You caught us! Hope didn't want to tell anyone just yet, but hey why not!"
I have to keep my mouth from dropping. I look from side to side and Sam holds me tighter to him. I release a little tension from my body and try to relax, although it isn't very easy. His arm around me is almost a bit comforting.