Do you guys think I should add a bit more of Odessa and Dean? Make their possible relationship a bit more obvious? Please comment what you think.

            Odessa had come to the conclusion if you desired to pursue with your inevitable future, it was only logical to depart from the overwhelming past. The warrior wouldn't have survived in the harsh conditions of the supernatural world if she repeatedly pondered on the death of her family. She refused to remain as a permanent resident in her self-withering, somber circumstances. Odessa yearned for an opportunity to retaliate those demons and gain the satisfaction in being the cause of their screams of agony. Her 'mission' rapidly developed into an obsessive task, one with a trail that was growing weaker and weaker by the day.

            The obsidian-haired Guardian frowned as she momentarily recalled her foreboding era. She wasn't pleased with her previous actions, and despite having stated to obliterate the past, Odessa frequently dreamed of her mother's wise words and Costello's voice. She gently shook her head as the morbid images of her family's death involuntarily resurfaced, focusing her attention on Dean attempt to gather the concentration of his younger brother. "Sam wears women's underwear." Odessa snickered as she rested her chin on the palm of her hand. 

            Sam's eyes remained fixated on his cellphone, reading the bold words on the screen, seemingly unaffected by Dean's comment. "I've been listening. I'm just busy." Dean exited the driver's seat, both Odessa and Sam remained perched on their seats. 

           "Busy doing what?" Dean questioned, nearing the side where the gas pump was placed.

           "Reading e-mails." Sam responded nonchalantly. Odessa quirked an eyebrow, settling her back against the leather cushion. Extending her lengthy legs across the brother's seat where Dean's head would rest, she snorted unattractively. 

            "E-mails from who exactly?" She asked, eyes trailing the eldest brother's rugged movements. 

            "From my friends at Stanford."

            Odessa came to a halt, no longer finding interest with the hem of her dress. She furrowed her eyebrows together as she glimpsed at Sam's reflection in the rearview mirror. "You're kidding me, right," Dean inquired, "You still keep in touch with your college buddies?" 

            Sam, seemingly offended, scrunched his brows together, jerking his head in an insulted manner. "Why not?" He asked.

            "Well, what exactly do you tell them," Dean challenged as he neared the opened passenger window. "You know, about where you been, what you been doing?" 

            Odessa pondered over Dean's question, internally wondering the possible answers Sam could've replied with. "I tell them I'm on a road trip with my big brother and his girlfriend," He said, resulting with Odessa frown as Dean hastily glanced at her before returning his gaze to Sam. His movements were swift, and she almost inconceivably perceived his actions.  "I tell them I needed some time off after Jess." 

            Blandly, Dean responded with a smug grin. "So, you lie to them."

            Evidently offended by her title in their 'roadtrip', Odessa's forehead creased as her eyes bore into the back of Sam's shaggy hair. "Wait, why do I have to be Dean's girlfriend," She demanded, folding her arms across her chest. "Couldn't you had said I was your sister, or something?"

            The corners of Sam's lips tugged upwards at her childish antics, responding with a soft chuckle. "I had already told them I didn't have a sister."

            Dean rested his forearm on the roof of his car, peering into the back where Odessa laid. "Besides, you're too hot to be related to Sam." Odessa scrunched her eyebrows together and opened her mouth to retort some form of a snarky remark, but Sam intervened.

            Sam rolled his eyes before continuing their previous conversation. "No, I don't lie to them, I just don't tell them everything." He replied, unaware of redundancy of his words.  

            Jutting her index finger in Sam's direction, Odessa interjected with an informative tone. "Yeah, that's called lying, sweetheart," She grinned brightly as Sam glared through the rearview mirror. Chuckling, she gave a half-shrug. "But, I do understand. Telling them the truth is far worse." 

            "So what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life?" 

            Dean shrugged casually as he glimpsed downwards at Sam. "You're serious?" Sam asked with an astounded tone lacing his tongue. 

            "Look, it sucks. But in a job like this, you can't get close to people." Sam furrowed his brows as Dean spoke. He hadn't failed to detect the distance in his voice, almost as if he were emphasizing his own words for himself. 

            Snorting once more, Odessa offered a lopsided grin. "Anti-social much?"

           "Yeah, whatever."

           The three remained in a comfortable silence as Sam continued his duties with his e-mails, that was until he whispered his shocked words as his eyes flickered back and forth on the screen. "This e-mail is from this girl, Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine." Odessa placed her feet back on the floor of the car, lurching forward as she attempted to peer over Sam's shoulders and scan the words. 

            "Is she hot?" Odessa inhaled sharply at Dean's immature words and inability to contain his sexual curiosity. 

        Pursing her lips into a thin line, Odessa's flickered from the illuminated screen to Sam's face. "Ignore him," She declared, rolling her eyes at the bewildered expression she received from Dean. "Is she okay?" Sam nodded leisurely, professedly distracted from the e-mail contained. 

        "I went to school with her and her brother Zach. She says Zach's been charged with murder. He's been arrested for killing his girlfriend. Rebecca says he didn't do it, but it sounds like the cops have a pretty good case." Dean's gaze remained fixated on the phone.

            "Dude, what kind of people you hanging out with?" Odessa chuckled, averting her attention back on the torn hem of her dress. She'd have to sew the fabric back together when she'd get the chance. 

            Sam swiftly glimpsed at Dean, "No, man. I know Zach. He's no killer."

            Odessa couldn't refrain from expressing her derisive comment. "You know, that's what all the friends say when they've discovered their friend is a sociopath."

            Glancing at Odessa's reflection, he demanded they drive to St. Louis. Though Odessa wasn't entirely pleased with having to drive 400 miles back where they'd came from, she hadn't been as upset as Dean had been acting; theatrical and childish with his hazardous ways of driving, Odessa was unsure if they'd arrive to St. Louis without a popped tire.

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            The mahogany wooden door was swiftly pulled open to reveal an attractive blonde with crystalline eyes. Her ivory skin complimented her darkened eyebrows and glistening smile. Sam and Rebecca, or ' Little Becky' as Sam has titled her, greeted each other with good-natured bickering and a rigid embrace. Odessa and Dean shared an inelegant glance, speaking of the oppressively heavy tension in the air with their eyes. Dean stepped forward, pushing past Odessa to introduce himself to the blonde beauty. "Dean," He declared, resulting with an eye roll from the Guardian. "Older brother." 

            Rebecca's azure eyes surveyed the brunette dauntingly as she pursed her glossed lips into a fine line. Odessa raised a brow as the blonde's eyes roamed her choice of apparel, coming to a halt on the darkened emblems before continuing to her facial expression. Clearing her throat, Odessa greeted herself, extending her hand outward as she feigned a glittering grin. "Odessa," She stated politely, firmly grasping the blonde's hand. "Nice to meet you." Rebecca nodded, jutting her index finger in Odessa's direction.

             "You and Dean are together, right?" Odessa refrained herself from expressing her evident discontent. 

            Nodding, she grinned once more, gritting past her teeth as she responded with an overly-calm tone. "Yeah, I suppose so." From her peripheral vision, she hadn't failed to notice Dean's smug grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Rebecca gradually nodded, choosing to ignore the pained expression dawning over the brunette's face and the prideful one she received from Dean. Stepping back, the blonde allowed access for the three to enter her home. 

           As Rebecca explained her living situation, something Odessa hadn't really bothered to care for, the young Guardian examined her surroundings with an impressed glimmer in her eyes. The space was broad and the sunlight's rays shone through the silk curtains, illuminating the rooms with an elegant vibe. Her attention was gathered as Rebecca's hospitality was revealed as she offered the three beer. Odessa's interest was piqued and she opened her mouth to respond with appreciation, though was interrupted by Sam's decline. Glaring at his sideburns, Odessa sighed heavily as she rested her forearms on the countertop. "So, do you mind if I ask what happened?"

            Rebecca shook her head, seemingly uncomfortable speaking of the topic for obvious reasons. Peering down at her shoes, the blonde began to explain. "Well, um, Zach had came home, and he found Emily tied to a chair. And she was beaten up and bloody, and she wasn't breathing," Her gentle voice began to crack and tears began to dwell as she spoke, "So h-he called 911, and the police showed up, and they arrested him. But the thing is, the only way Zach could have killed Emily is he was into two places at the same time.

            "The police, they have a video. It's from the security tape across the street. And it shows Zach coming home at 10:30. Now, Emily was killed just after that, but I swear he was here with me, having a few beers until at least after midnight." Odessa furrowed her eyebrows together as Rebecca stopped speaking. The whole ordeal was deviating, and her interest was provoked as she re-thought over Rebecca's words. Normally, Odessa wasn't responsive in 'normal' murders, though, there certainly had been very few that engrossed her, but Zach's circumstances were unusual. 

            Sam intervened with a gentle tone, "You know, maybe we could see the crime—Zach's house." Dean raised an eyebrow as he questioned Sam's motives. 

            "Well, me, not much. But Dean's a cop." Dean chuckled as his eyes flickered from Odessa and back to Sam. Odessa raised her hand to her lips in attempts to muffle her erupted giggles. Bashful, Dean responded nonchalantly. 

            "A detective, actually." Turning her neck to the opposite direction, a smile formed at his inability to look unattractive. 

            "Really, where?" Rebecca questioned, appearing to be interested in his 'line of duty'. His response was mellow and Odessa wouldn't had guessed he was lying if she hadn't known the truth. Rebecca craned her neck to face Odessa, who remained silent. "I'm sorry, but what's your line of work?" Odessa straightened her posture as she rubbed her lips together, her blazing crimson lipstick felt smooth upon her skin. She didn't know what to say. It'd be odd if she said she were a detective as well, so she said the first thing that came into mind. "I was his secretary, which explains how we met," To appear realistic, she offered an adoring gaze in Dean's direction. "But, I now work at a secretary at a community college." Both Dean and Sam exchanged astounded looks. She lied effortlessly.

            Chuckling, Dean jutted his index finger in Odessa's direction, motioning upwards and downwards. "That also explains the skin-tight outfit." Furrowing her brow, Rebecca nodded leisurely before returning the conversation back on investigating Zach's home. 

            "I don't know, guys. It's so nice of you to offer, but I just- I don't know." Peering down at her apparel, Odessa hadn't seen what was so controversial of her choice of attire. Her cream-colored dress reached just above her knees, and was ripped modestly at her abdomen before reaching her low-cut top, which exposed a limited amount of cleavage in her opinion. Her ebony six-inch heels complimented the dress wonderfully. 

            Sam spoke, "Beck, look. I know Zach didn't do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he's innocent." After much thought, Rebecca nodded and agreed, announcing she was off to get her keys. As she departed the room, Dean whistled as he trudged in front of him. "You're a real straight shooter with your friends." 

            "Look, Zach and Becky need our help." 

             "I just don't think this is our kind of problem."

              Odessa intervened as she straightened her posture, ambling alongside Sam's side. She folded her arms across her chest as she raised a brow. "Two places at once, you've looked into less. Come on, if we're wrong, I'll buy you a burger." Dean appeared apprehensive, but nodded nevertheless.

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            Odessa inwardly grimaced as she repeatedly sidestepped and avoided the spatters of dried blood all throughout the flooring. Her mocha eyes scanned the home's tarnished interior with an intense interest. The reticent whimpers Rebecca released were reluctant as her azure eyes observed the stains of her passed friend. Odessa couldn't help but sympathize the blonde's moment of sorrow. As Rebecca and Sam silently conversed, Odessa trudged to the steel fridge. 

           A ghostly grin formed as she gingerly grazed the photo of the trio; Sam, Rebecca, and Zach with bright smile on their faces. Her stomach bubbled with an envy sensation as she continued to eye the photograph. Odessa was never given the opportunity to experience the consensual agreement to pose for a family photo. Normally, the only photographs taken were for the Organization's hall of notorious Guardian's and their families. 

            Although the eventual image was beautiful; with their poised and regal posture, make-up applied with the finest brushes and cosmetics, gowns and tuxes sewn with fabrics unlike any mundane had the pleasure of coming into contact with, Odessa personally dreaded the photographs. Her feigned expressions were routinely distant and visibly forced. The photographs resembled the high-quality movie posters plastered all throughout the shopping malls. 

            She'd never requested a photo with her friends and hadn't plastered a forced expression, something that wasn't considered ordinary in the Organization of The Elite. Sam abruptly appeared by Odessa's side and examined the photo alongside with her. She assumed he'd been reminiscing the splendid memories he gathered with his friends. 

            Dean appeared by Sam's side, speaking of the dog's irregular behavior and enhanced senses of paranormal. Odessa's attention was assembled as Dean asked for the security tapes. "I've already got it," Rebecca announces as she inched near them, referring to the security tapes. "I didn't want to say something in front of the cop. I stole it off the lawyers desk. I just had to see it for myself."

            "All right," Odessa declared, gathering her raven-shaded long-coat. "Let's go watch it."

(A/N: All right, I know the beginning had quite a lot of dialogue, but I just wanted to finish that scene. If you didn't read above, do you think I should make more Odessa and Dean scenes? Make them flirt more? Please don't be afraid to comment what you think. Thanks for reading :))