Written by: gooberlanes13

Edited by: KariGorsuch

I hoisted myself onto the trunk of our mustang as Bri followed me. I cleared my throat dramatically as I began typing across her screen. We shared a chuckle as Bri attempted to read over my shoulder through the glare of the cloudy sky above.

"What are you saying?" She playfully growled at me, wrestling for the phone now.

"Don't worry, he'll know it's from me." I assured, finally managing to stretch out of her reach and finished typing right as she snatched back out of my hand.

"Wow Eve," Bri smiled, impressed as she read it outloud to confirm that this is what I wanted to send Jared. She cleared throat dramatically, mocking me as she started to read it:

Hey Jared. Listen man, it's over. Go do yourself a favor and let another girl take over your stream, maybe even fuck her - you may finally release some of this tension you're carrying around - you're being blocked and she won't be speaking to you again. Go fuck yourself.

BLOCKED

Bri playfully glared at me as I laughed out loud and slid off the back or the trunk. She started back towards the hotel, but I stopped short, making her turn around.

"Eve, are you okay?" Bri took a step closer.

"Yeah," I nodded, admiring our Mustang's trunk. "Dean could definitely fit in there."

"Definitely." Bri grinned, outstretched her arm and allowed me to lock my arm within it. "Talking about cozy, how do you and Dean manage to be so cozy, yet so at odds at the same time?"

I pondered as we entered the hotel lobby and stopped at the vending Machine for some soda and a coffee for Bobby.

"You know, he's hot as fuck..." I sighed, earning a chuckle from Bri as she let the machine take a dollar and she selected a soda, then I passed her four more dollars. "...but god he's such a fucking know-it-.all, prideful and..."

When I paused, Bri shot me with sharp eyes, earning a playful hit from me.

"And what?" Bri chuckled, gathering the drinks up. "Finish your dirty thought."

"Gorgeous." I huffed, clenching my fist as I finished grabbing cream and sugar for Bobby. "It pisses me off. You think you're at one point then a Wanna-Be Daddy comes in and embaresses him, and all of a sudden we're a burden, a consequence, at the wrong place at the wrong time."

Bri chuckled at my rendition of Dean.

"Your voice needs to be deeper." Bri managed to laugh out as I erupted in a chuckle too, so hard I had to stop and bend over to catch my breath.

"God, I love you." I chuckled, pushing her towards the elevator. "No, I'm not taking the stairs." I muttered, earning an amused grin from Bri as she was pushed into the prism.

The giggles carried over until my phone vibrated this time, causing me to pull my phone out of my back pocket. The giggles died out at the screen.

16 missed calls.

30 text messages.

1 unknown text message.

"Okay," sighed Bri, leaning on the railing that stretched around the elevator as it lunged and began pulling us up. "The 16 missed calls....10 from your Mom, 6 from Nick."

I looked up at her as she continued to guess.

"30 messages, 25 of them from your Mom and 5 of them from Nick." Bri giggled as I showed her the screen to inform her that she was spot on. "I knew it, what about that one?"

I tapped on the one "unknown" text and all it said was:

I'm sorry, Sweetheart.

"Dean." We both guessed in unison as I rolled my eyes, turning off my screen and sliding back into my back pocket.

We stepped out of the elevator and I began to slow the pace, to give myself time to think before I face the room again. Bri, reading my mind as always, stopped us 2 doors short from the room.

"Okay," she sighed, passing me a soda. "You're going to go in there, hand the coffee with creamer and sugar separate to Bobby, and this to Dean. When you hand it to him, make no eye contact."

I frowned at the cold shoulder move she was implying for me to do, but in order to save face - one must prevail.

Bri pushed the door to the room open, earning all three pairs of eyes from the guys in the room. She held the door open for me, as I stepped in - immediately breaking the rule Bri just told me as my eyes collided immediately with Dean's desperate eyes.

"Coffee for Bobby..." I sighed, not making eye contact with Bobby. "...and for you." I smirked, almost dropping the soda into Dean's lap, earning a glare from him and a smile from Bri.

"Are these ours to read?" Bri asked as she passed me my own soda. We both flopped down on our Queen bed as Bobby nodded to answer Bri's question.

We both grabbed a book and started digging.

As the night went on, Sam and Bobby volunteered to go on a food run while Bri volunteered to get more drinks from the vending machine downstairs.

"You need help?" I asked, popping up from the book I had fallen asleep trying to read four times, at this point.

"Nope." smiled Bri before she winked and slid out of the room and slammed the door shut. Leaving Dean and I alone.

The silence stung as I laid on my bed, on my stomach, angrily flipping through the pages, barely reading at this point.

Dean, however, was lying against the fake headboard of the Queen bed he was occupying, with one arm tucked behind his head and the other holding one of the many books he had dug through.

Dean's eyes darted to the door after Bri left, then back to me. I caught the movement but didn't react.

The silence lingered until my phone vibrated beside me, with hesitation I picked it up - having ignored 90% of what came through already, I didn't see the point, until I saw it was that unknown number again.

I slid my eyes from the screen over to Dean, who seemed to be pretending to read as I looked back at the screen and tapped the notification.

I'm sorry about Bobby.

I glared over at the other bed, still watching him pretend to read, only for me to slam my phone back down with a gentle thud before trying to get back to reading, or ignoring him. It wasn't another minute before the phone vibrated again.

With another glare and small sigh, I picked up the phone and tapped the notification:

Are we not talking anymore?

I glared at the screen, at the question mark before I decided to reply:

Did you find something new on the wolf?

I set the phone down, but not before catching Dean watching me out of the corner of my eye. His gaze shifted back to his book quickly, though. My phone buzzed again, and I reluctantly checked it.

I miss you

I felt a wave of heat shoot through me, but it quickly evaporated when I started to look away from the screen, and realized the text wasn't from Dean, but Nick. Without thinking, only reacting, I picked up my phone and tossed it into the trash can, only for it to vibrate again.

"Now, I know I didn't do that." Dean smirked, pointing at the vibrating trash can.

"No, it wasn't you.' I groaned, sliding my legs over the side and rolling my shoulders in an effort to pop my back from lying on my stomach too long. "It was the second worst scum of the earth."

"Second?" Dean smiled, as I glared over at him, lowering my arms from rolling my shoulders, so that my palms were hugging the edge of the mattress.

"You're not a scum Dean," I sighed, rising from the bed and pulling my hair back into a high ponytail as I moved across the room to pick up two tiny packs of pretzels.

"You'd be the first to think that." He sighed, looking back down at the pages he wasn't reading.

"You know, you're so quick to blame yourself for everything that goes wrong, but you never take credit for what goes right." I smirked, turning from the basket of snacks and tossing him his own bag of pretzels. "And you know, you've saved more people than I can count, from what I've heard. Hell, you've even saved Bri, you've saved me. You're a good man, whether you want to believe it or not."

Dean beamed, not knowing how to respond to that.

"So," I sighed, moving back to my bed and plopping down on the mattress, to lean against the fake headboard. "Just because I'm mad at you, doesn't make you a scum of the world - now him..." I smirked, glaring at the trashcan, mentally hoping it would set on fire. "...that's the second scum of the world."

There was a few second of silence before Dean pushed the boundaries as he opened the small back of pretzels I passed him, "Whose the first?'"

"First scum?" I asked to clarify, looking over at him, from the trashcan - as it vibrated again. With a small nod from him, I exhaled sharply. "Bri's ex, Jared."

Dean tilted his head at me, assessing my body language.

"Wanna share what earned him the gold medal?" Dean inquired, gesturing with his pretzel.

"Jared cheated on Bri, in one of the worst ways a Gamer Guy could cheat on a Gamer Girl." I sighed, not wanting to get into it.

"Don't tell me," Dean said, leaning forward. "Did he delete her save file?"

I snorted, "No, but close. He got caught DM'ing another girl."

Dean whistled low. "Oof. That's a whole new level of stupid."

"While...Nick -" I trailed off, eyes darting to the trash can as it buzzed again.

"- Wait, your ex's name is Nick?" Dean interjected, with a chuckle. "If the personality matches the name, he's already an asshole."

"You have no idea." I smirked, quiet, but loud enough for Dean to hear as the trashcan vibrated again, only to be interrupted by Bri coming back through the door. I looked up at her, carrying a bag of drinks. "You weren't texting me, were you?"

"No, but Nick texted me." She snarled, passing Dean another drink and then me one.

"Why?" I whined, feeling Dean's eyes studying me now.

"You won't respond to his texts..." Bri growled, pulling up the text on her phone and showing me the screen. "...can I take care of this?" Bri offered, mocking my tone from earlier as I just shrugged it off and beamed out the window of our hotel room, to the sunset. "I'm doing it." Bri shrugged, announcing it to the room.

"Or," Dean cut in, smirking as he stood and held out a hand for her phone, "I could take care of him."

Bri's eyes flicked to mine, curious but amused. "What's your plan?"

"Gimme the phone," Dean said, motioning for Bri to stand beside him. "And Eve, get over here. Smile like you like me."

Rolling my eyes, but unable to resist, I joined them. Dean draped an arm over both of us, flashed a cocky grin, and nodded for Bri to take the photo. She clicked, and Dean quickly typed something on the screen before handing the phone back to her.

"He won't bother you again." He winked, clicking his lips. Moving back onto the bed and getting back to his book as he opened the soda Bri got him and continued eating on the little bag of pretzels.

"Well, that'll either take care of it...or make it worse." Bri sighed, looking at me fully concerned as I was fighting a smile glancing at Dean. "What if he -?"

"- what if he what, Bri?" I asked, feeling something snap in my head. "What if he -" I stopped short, glancing at Dean and frowning at Bri. Deciding to say one of the least horrific things that was done to me by this dude. "- stalks me again?"

"What?" Dean barked, and for a moment I felt my nerves shoot to attention as the door opened again, releasing the tension that was built up so fast, revealing Sam and Bobby with food.

"So, we figured something out while getting food." Sam announced, placing the bag down on the coffee table as Bobby dropped along with the bag and started distributing the food, container by container. "Talked to a few of the locals, while waiting," Sam flashed a small grin at Bri as he passed her, her container. "Turns out, there's a whole murder mystery behind the Grande."

"The murder that shut the place down?" I chimed, still actually reading the book I was ignoring Dean with earlier, this time.

"Yeah," Sam nodded, pushing his bottom lip out at me, impressed. "According to the locals, a guest had been murdered while on the premises. There's no full biopsy report, so we have a few options here; call the current owner -"

"- which is the Original Owner's granddaughter -" Bobby chimed in, gesturing with his hands.

"- or we dig into the morgue's biopsy paperwork and see if anything's there we can use." Sam sighed, into the room before dropping down on the loveseat beside Bobby.

"It's the original owner." I inserted, earning all the eyes in the room.

"She always makes assumptions like that, you should watch a horror movie with her." Bri followed up, dismissing my opinion."Anyway, did you manage to get a name for the granddaughter?"

"Yeah, name...number..." Dean smirked, shooting to his feet with a smile, only for it to falter when he glanced at me, which thankfully didn't consist of eye contact. I just kept my head low, pretending to read.

Sam frowned in my direction as he passed him a piece of paper that looked as if it was ripped out of a phonebook - which I hadn't seen in years. I felt a moment of hesitation as Dean beamed down at the number for a few moments, and I could see him glancing at me again, but I focused on the page number of the book I was reading.

I heard a shuffle of movement, not seeing what happened, as Sam and Dean stepped out of the room for a few minutes, leaving myself and Bri with Bobby, and the three of us sat in the awkward silence for a few moments before anyone spoke.

"Eve," Bobby cleared his throat, earning my attention from the book. "Sam was telling me that you did more than see the wolf..."

I hesitated to engage, but nodded slowly, placing my soda down on the center table and the book onto the mattress on the other side of me. Bri stood between us, looking at the source of the speech, not moving and seemingly preparing for another fight.

"...you want to elaborate on that?" Bobby pushed with a more kind tone this time.

"Uh," I paused, attempting to collect my words. "It was a sound, like tinnitus, but stronger - and it had physical effects. I almost fainted, but no one else seemed to be experiencing it."

"Not even Dean?" Bobby inquired, leaning forward, elbows on his knees.

"Nope." I shook my head, fidgeting with my fingers. "Am I crazy, Bobby?"

"No," Bobby almost chuckled, lowering his head and pulling off his trucker hat and scratching the back of his head. "You're just sensitive."

"I'm sorry?" Bri chimed in unison as I reacted in an entirely different way by saying, "Bless You?"

Bobby chuckled at the two responses before he elaborated, "Not that kind of sensitive. I'm talkin' empathic. You pick up on stuff most folks miss."

I stared at him as he continued to describe, well...me.

"People's moods, their intentions- hell, probably even their lies, if you're payin' close enough attention. Unless they're massively blocked with emotional trauma -" He paused long enough to mutter, "- Dean -" causing us to chuckle as he continued. "- you can tell when something bad is about to happen, although you're not entirely sure where it will come from or what it is, you can tell it's coming."

I clenched my jaw at his words, flashes of these examples coming to mind. "So.. what does that have to do with the wolf?"

"Purebloods- they're like witches or psychics in some ways. They don't just attack with teeth and claws." He slid his truck hat back on at this point. "Their emotions- their intent- it's like pressure. You're feelin' that."

"...so I can tell when they're around?" I pondered, not remembering a moment like that at the Grande with the initial encounter. As if Bobby could read my mind, he added something before allowing the information to settle.

"Not always," He cleared his throat, gesturing with his hands as he continued, "Your first run-in? You were distracted. Didn't have your guard up."

"Distracted?" I echoed, raising my eyebrows in a confused fashion.

"Distracted." Bri chimed in at this point, dropping down at the foot of the bed, glancing over her shoulder at me with a wink.

"Distracted." Bobby echoed a final time, as the hotel door opened for the boys to return. "You make the call?"

I frowned at the question, but shoved that jealousy down as Sam spoke.

"Yeah, her name is Francisca Mordy. She's the granddaughter of the original owner. She agreed to meet us over at the Grande tomorrow at noon." Sam said, setting a notepad down on the table.

Dean tossed a duffle bag onto the bed, already sorting books into piles. "Great. What's the plan?"

"We all go," Sam said, giving Bri a knowing look.

Bri raised her hands defensively. "So no trips to the morgue?"

"No, Bri. No Dead Bodies, yet." Dean snorted, turning to Bobby, only for the room to erupt in a fit of giggles at Bri's next response:

"Yet?"

The next morning, Bobby double-checked his gear before handing a heavy bag to Dean, who grunted under the weight. Turning to Bri and me, Bobby gave us both a surprisingly tight hug.

"Girls," He said quietly, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, "Give 'em hell."

He winked and followed Sam and Dean out of the room, leaving Bri and me alone in the now eerily quiet room.

Bri and I exchanged curious looks before anything was said.

"That Bobby man," I smirked, as Bri chuckled. "I like him."

"Me too." Bri grinned as we both stood there, awkwardly for a moment before we started gathering our jackets, beanies and scarves.

Today was the day we were to meet Miss Mordy, the granddaughter of the original owner - which potentially meant she, too, was a pureblood werewolf. Although, according to research that doesn't necessarily mean she is one - sometimes the curse skips generations, but that wasn't my concern.

My concern seemed to be the way Dean acted about getting her number.

"Why does he bother me so much?" I asked, out loud, randomly as Bri - as always, reading my mind before anything came out of my mouth. - responded immediately.

"Because you like him." Bri smiled, nudging me playfully. "Have you seen the message he sent Nick last night?"

"Actually, no." I paused, sliding my phone out of my back pocket, to see absolutely no notifications this morning, but when I opened Nick's messages, and saw the lit bubbles - indicating he had read or seen the message - my heart dropped as my eyes traced upward on the screen. There was the picture Dean asked Bri to take of the three of us, and Dean had written:

She's busy bro.

My heart dropped, looking up at Bri. My face had to have been a mixture of excitement and being solely terrified.

"What? You think he'll fly out here just to confront you?" Bri chuckled, sliding her grey toned jacket on and twisted a pastel green scarf around her neck, tucking it into her jacket to keep her neck warm.

"He stalked me on post..." I trailed off, feeling my heart drop at the memory of that night. Bri sighed heavily, passing me my black matching jacket to her grey one, and I picked up my pastel blue scarf to mimic the neck tuck she did. "...fuck." I frowned down at the screen.

"You guys ready?" Sam asked, as he and Dean opened the door and held it open, for us to nod and exit the room too. Dean pulled the door shut behind me, as I was the last one to leave the room. "So, the deal is - we're a real estate team interested in the property, that's what I told her yesterday."

"Wait, you?" I asked, finding myself shocked as we all paused at the elevator. Earning a confused gaze from Sam, but a knowing eye from Bri as my eyes glanced at Dean, who was staring holes through the elevator level indicator up near the ceiling.

A small smile formed across my lips as the four of us made our way back to the Grande in the Impala. We all ducked out of the car to take in the sight again.

At the Grande, we climbed out of the Impala, the building looking ominously above us. A sleek Honda Civic and a battered Dodge Dakota were parked near the entrance.

"Hi!" A cheerful voice broke the tension, and we turned to see a woman in her late twenties or early thirties approaching. "You must be the Family Resort team?"

Sam stepped forward smoothly. "That's us. I'm Shaun, and these are my associates- Carol Shufford, Martha Devbrew, and Samantha Mouth."

Dean glared at the fake name as subtle, but unmistakable, and Bri leaned closer to whisper, "Mouth?"

I stifled a laugh as Francisca led us inside, her eyes frequently drifting to Dean.

"Maybe he thinks you got a pretty one." I smirked, earning a small giggle from her and myself as we entered the entryway and lobby that we were in days before. Finding the both of us, pausing and glaring at the exact spot we almost died for a moment before following the guys with Francisca into the lodge area, which was prettier than the rest of the building.

"We can talk here, then I'll give you guys the tour - to the places we can go." She smiled, gesturing for us to drop into some chairs that definitely didn't fit the age of the place. "So, what do I need to tell you about my Grandfather's pride and joy?"

"Well, we need to start out knowing the history of the place," Dean spoke up first. "You know, so we can either build off of it or polish it so your Grandfather can be remembered, while we restore it."

Sam nodded, as they both turned to Francisca, only for her eyes to flicker to Bri and myself, who hadn't spoken yet. Noting the eyes, neither of us moved or spoke yet, staying firm on our presence though.

"Well," she sighed, leaning back in her chair and tangling her fingers within each other as she started speaking. I glared a little, noticing her eyes kept landing and remaining on Dean. "My Grandfather, William Mordy - Grandpa Bill- opened this place in '93. It was a massive success at first, with over 5,000 rooms. But.." Her voice faltered and she looked away.

"But something happened," Dean prompted gently, his tone soft but probing.

"Fascinating." Bri chimed, leaning forward onto her knees and tilting her head to assess Francisca. "So you were really successful then?"

Francisca nodded, nervously eyeing me at this point, as I realized I wasn't appearing very approachable, but didn't falter my expression or eyes.

"What caused you to not be so successful?" I asked, earning an eye from the other three.

"Well," Francisica cleared her throat, uncomfortably as she began explaining more, "There was a murder in the building, and when we couldn't get control of the situation, we were forced to close up. There was a guest who was murdered by a wolf. I know how crazy it sounds, but it's true. But due to not being able to prove that it was in fact a wolf, and not some crazy accident or anything like that, the hotel went bankrupt and had to close." She frowned, avoiding our eyes as she fidgeted with her fingers again.

"- so you're not married?" Dean interjected, earning an odd look from Sam, but a flattered one from Francisca, and a side eye from me.

"No sir, I'm not." she smiled, looking only at Dean.

"That's rough.,. For what it's worth- I'm sorry to hear that." Dean frowned and flashed her some smooth eyes before she rose, flushing red, and the rest of us mirrored her.

"Let me show you around." She flushed, eyeing Dean as he and Sam started to follow her, and Sam gestured for us to stay behind to look around some more. Before they were completely out of earshot, we could hear Francisica's voice echoing as she asked Dean, "So, Mister Shufford, is there a Miss Shufford?"

"God, she's shameless," I growled, as Bri tugged on my jacket and we ventured around the lower level as the guys went on this mini tour with Francisca. We seriously doubted that they would tour the entirety of the building, considering the obvious work that was going on, on the building. "So, where to look?"

"I say we snatched that ledger we were looking at the other night." Bri whispered, as we ventured through the massive doorway into an area that held the exact desk we were standing at when the wolf showed up. The chandelier was still on the ground, although the glass had been swept in a neat pile and there were two men attempting to board up the window that the wolf utilized as an exit the other night as we entered.

"Don't mind us- realtors." I announced as they both froze as we crossed the room. I paused as soon as they both nodded and turned from us, and as I froze, I grabbed onto Bri's jacket as she picked up the aged ledger and slid it into her jacket.

"What?" Bri whispered, turning to me as I felt that same tinnitus attack coming on.

"It's here." I muttered, causing Bri's face to drop as I felt my ear drums straining to withstand the sound as the noise kept reverberating and radiating off the walls and off the floorboards. "I need to get out of here." I whimpered, slamming my hands over my ears.

"Okay, come on..." Bri smirked as we both started back towards the exit, only to both look back in unison as one of the men, the older of the two, glared at us as we made eye contact before disappearing around the corner. "...let me call Dean and Sam." Bri ensured, placing me in the backseat of the Impala, but the tinnitus attack was so overwhelming this time around, that I felt myself get drained all of a sudden.

A dizzy spell came over me, and everything went blurry before a shadow came over me and I felt myself just slide across the backseat and collapsed.