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To say Odessa was infuriated was an understatement. She was absolutely positive outraged was an euphemism for how enraged she was, and she was incapable of expressing her anger into words. And, to make matters worse, she was currently suffering with her menstrual cycle (AKA Shark Week) and to even think of what happened angered her even more. In attempts to ease her frustration with her boys and the world, she directed her attention on searching through the large pile of books on the desk before her. "Dude, you mind not eating those on my bed?" Sam asked, exasperated. 

Glimpsing towards Dean through her lashes, she restrained herself from tossing her book at his beautiful face. He was devouring on chili cheese fries, not seeming to care if his mouth was open and his mushed food was on display. He was moaning in delight with each bite, and it was beginning to become extremely annoying. "No, I don't mind," Sam sighed heavily and returned his attention back on the pages. Dean began licking his fingers. "How's the research going?" He asked, voice muffled.

Sam shut the book forcefully. "You know how it's going? Slow. You know how it would go a heck of a lot faster? If I had my computer." Dean hummed as he feigned a wide grin, nodding vigorously. Odessa rolled her eyes, displeased with the topic being mentioned once again. She knew they hadn't had sex yet, they just didn't have the time, but she would've appreciated if Dean didn't exhibit his porn for her to see and remind her she wasn't satisfying him. Regarding her dissatisfaction, Dean's sarcastic grin instantly demolished, and he focused on his magazine and evaded her chilling glare. "Can you turn that down, please?" Sam nearly shouted.

Dean didn't tear his gaze from his magazine. "Yeah, absolutely." He twisted the nob on the stereo, increasing the volume. Sam exhaled sharply through his nose, clenching his jaw with vexation. At the moment, they were all behaving childishly, and they were all aware, but that didn't stop them from bickering ceaselessly.

"You know what," Sam began, "Maybe you should just go somewhere for a while, huh?" If Dean didn't leave, or even Sam, she was seconds from deserting them for a couple hours. She needed time alone, some time to eradicate her clamoring thoughts. The piercing pain in her abdomen was strengthening and her lower back was corrupting her concentration. 

Dean stopped the music. "Hey, I'd love to. That's a great idea. Unfortunately, my car's all screwed to hell." 

Slamming the book on the desk, Odessa practically shouted, "Dean, we already fucking told you we had nothing to do—" Raking her fingers through her hair, she stopped and gathered her composure. The sudden movements jolted sharp pains throughout her recovering arm, and she winced. She kneaded her shoulder, careful not to apply too much pressure on the wound. Sam gave her a concerned glance, but she ignored him. She remembered Sam didn't stop apologizing to her when he discovered he shot her, and he was always offering to assist her when she was exercising or doing her hair. She appreciated his efforts, but she had already accepted his apologies and often had to remind him she wasn't completely useless.

The pain almost had subsided entirely, but there were certain times where certain movements were nearly unbearable. She directed her attention from her wound to the knocking from the door. Stepping over discarded shoes, she unlocked the door and grinned radiantly, pleased to see someone other than her boyfriend and best friend. "Hey, Bobby. It's good to see you." She greeted, "Sorry about the mess, the boys often lack hygiene." Both of them ignored the offended exclamations from the brothers, and she stepped back, allowing him access. 

Bobby smiled in response. "Hey, Odessa. It's good to see you too. How's the shoulder doin'?" He asked, motioning to his own shoulder. She glanced down at the bandaged wound, and frowned.

"It's healing, should be fine, though. Don't worry about me," She said, dismissing the conversation. "Thanks for coming." Dean pushed away his chili cheese fries as he stood, and Sam closed his books. They both greeted Bobby with genuine smiles. 

Bobby shook Dean's hand. "So, what didn't you want to talk to me on the phone about?" He asked, stuffing his hand in his jean pockets.

"It's this job we're working. We weren't sure you'd believe us." Bobby scoffed, stating he could believe a lot. "Yeah, yeah, I know. It's just we've never seen anything like it. We thought we could use some fresh eyes." Sam said.

Bobby shrugged. "Why don't you begin at the beginning?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah. Uh, all right, please," He said, motioning for him to sit down. He re-arranged some chairs and took a seat beside Odessa. "So, it all started when we got wind of an obit. See, a professor took a nose dive from a fourth-story window, only there's a campus legend that the building is haunted. So we pretexted as reporters from the local paper..."

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Sam was more than ecstatic for his brother, who somehow managed to capture his best friend's obstructed heart, and was also overjoyed to know this wasn't some one-night stand for Dean. Dean was wholeheartedly infatuated with Odessa, and didn't appear to acknowledge any other woman than her. It was strange, seeming as they were in a bar filled with intoxicated, attractive women and he would normally be flirting up a storm with some blonde, but Dean was enraptured only by the woman laughing beside him; Odessa. He'd never seen Dean so head-over-heels for someone before, and the sight of Dean so smitten was both amusing and astonishing. To see Dean finally get the girl he'd been in love with for two years was easily one of the best things Sam had seen happen to Dean, and he was beyond happy for both of them.

Now, just because Sam loved these people more than anything, he was exasperated with their sexual tension. 

Departing from the table where he interviewed two college students, Sam rolled his eyes as he witnessed Odessa kiss his brother intensely by the bar. Their eyes were closed, intoxicated with alcohol and their touch, and they were clutching shot glasses with a near-black drink inside. The both of them pulled away, Odessa's lipstick was smudged sloppily and Dean's lips were stained with burning crimson, and downed the alcohol within seconds. Sam stood beside them, grimacing at the dark drinks. "What are you—what are you guys drinking?" 

Dean averted his gaze from the beauty in front of him and burped as he directed his attention towards Sam. "I don't know, man. I think they're called 'purple nurples'. Essie got us free drinks." He replied, laughing. 

Shaking his head and displeased with their antics, Sam ignored their behavior. "I think maybe we should check out the professor's office." 

Dean shook his head frantically. "Oh, no, no, no. I can't right now. I've got our feisty little wildcat here on the hook. I'm about to—Zzz!—reel her in." 

Sam glimpsed towards Odessa's giddy demeanor then back at Dean. "You do realize Odessa can hear you, right? Wait, 'feisty little wildcat'?" 

"That's not the point. I sweet-talked you a girl. Here, I'll introduce you," Sam sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. "Starla. Starla, hey. This is my shuttle copilot, Major Tom. Major Tom—Starla." 

Starla grinned brightly as she chuckled. "Enchante," Sam feigned a smile in response as mumbled a mere 'hi'. Starla's smile diminished within seconds, and she clutched her mouth as she gagged and stumbled to the side. "Sorry. Just trying to keep my liquor down."

Dean chuckled alongside Odessa, who seemed more amused with her hair than the conversation. "Yeah, good job," He turned back to Sam. "Hey, good news. She's got a sister, you know, if you're into that." Both Starla and Dean grinned again, but this time, Dean's tongue was between his teeth.

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"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a minute," Both Odessa and Dean's expressions were replicated as they sent Sam inquisitive glares. "Come on, dude. That's not how it happened." Odessa thought back to the previous night, wondering if she actually displayed her affection for Dean that much, but nothing came up. 

Sam furrowed his eyebrows. "No? So you both never drank a purple nurple?" 

Dean's eyebrows raised. "Well, maybe that, but..." He warily glanced in Odessa direction, vigilantly. "I don't say things like 'feisty little wildcat'. And her name wasn't Starla." 

"Then what was it? Or was your tongue so down Essie's throat you don't remember?" He asked rhetorically, a pressed smile on his lips. Dean looked around thoughtfully.

"I don't remember," Dean said, "Besides, Odessa was all over me!"

Odessa rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "It was something classy, kind of like her. She was a grad student, anthropology and folklore. We were talking about local ghost stories..."

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Dean really hit the jackpot with Odessa. 

As he held his shot glass, he eyed his girlfriend with a wandering gaze, astounded this exotic goddess was actually in love with him. She was exceedingly beautiful, he could never grow bored of looking at her, and his heart still raced erratically when she entered the room. As of now, she was wearing her typical attire; black jeans, skin-tight blouse that staggeringly displayed her breasts, and black thigh-high boots. Her emblems were exhibited, as was her ruby pendent. Grinning, Dean raised his glass high. "Here's to us." 

Odessa smirked, downing the alcohol, beckoning him with her eyes. Swallowing the drink, she didn't grimace. Instead, she eyed him lustfully. "My god, you are so sexy." She said breathlessly. 

Dean smiled. "Thanks, sweetheart. But no time for that now. We need find information about this urban legend. Please. Lives are at stake." 

It was like everything went through one ear and out the other. "Sorry. I just—I can't even concentrate. It's like staring into the sun." She grabbed the back of his neck, fingers gently massaging his hair. She pulled him closer to her lips, and he complied. They kissed passionately, the music and indistinct conversation faded away and the only thing they both could concentrate on was their touch. 

"Dean, what do you think you're doing?" Sam questioned, his eyebrows raised and lips pursed.

Dean reluctantly pulled away. "Sam, please. If you wouldn't mind, just give us five minutes here." Dean pleaded open-heartedly. 

"Guys, this is a very serious investigation. We don't have time for any of your blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah-blah. Blah blah-blah-blah blah! Blah blah-blah," Odessa and Dean returned back to their passionate session and continued to ignore Sam's demands. "Blah-blah blah-blah-blah-blah. BLAH!"

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Sam spoke sarcastically, "Right. And that's how it really happened. I don't sound like that, Dean." 

Odessa inspected a reflective nail. "Well, that's how you sound to everyone else," She mused. She dropped her hand with vexed sigh and adjusted her fierce gaze towards him. "Especially when you're making excuses for things you've destroyed—"

Bobby swiftly intervened before things quickly escalated. "Okay, what's going on with you three," He looked between Odessa and Dean inquisitively. "And you two, trouble in paradise already?" Odessa and Dean hadn't fought, or they hadn't had a severe altercation at least, but as of now, she was more angry than irked. But, naturally, Odessa refused to acknowledge dilemma when Dean repeatedly interrogated her for an explanation.

Sam peered skyward and shook his head. "Nothing. It's nothing." He dismissed. There was no need to go into detail about their problems. Odessa wanted to chime in and disclose the actual reason(or reasons, to be exact) but she didn't think Bobby cared all that much.

Bobby scoffed, unconvinced. "Come on. You're all bickering like an old married couple."  

"No, see, married couples can get divorced," Dean said, looking at Sam. "Me and him? We're like, uh, Siamese twins." He stood from the edge of the bed and made his way to the kitchen.

Sam corrected him with a disbelieved expression. "It's 'conjoined' twins."

"See what I mean?" 

Sam turned back to face Bobby and reassure. "Look, it—we've just been on the road for too long, tight quarters, all that." He said, "Odessa's pissed 'cause she thinks one of us ripped her two-hundred dollar dress. Don't worry about," Bobby mumbled a simple 'okay' and Sam continued with the story. "So, anyway, we figured it might be a haunting, so we went to check out the scene of the crime..."

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"So, how long have you been working here?" Sam politely asked the janitor who was unlocking the professor's office. This janitor was the same worker who discovered the professor's body, or so Odessa heard from some gossiping girls. The man wasn't particularly tall, perhaps an inch or two taller than Odessa, and was handsome with tan skin and hazel eyes. 

The keys rattled as he spoke. "I've been mopping this floor for six years," He pushed open the floor and flicked the light switches on. "There you go, guys." Sam pulled out the E.M.F. meter from his pocket. The janitor eyed it peculiarly. "What the heck's that for?" 

Sam displayed it for him to see. "Just find the wire in the walls." 

The janitor leaned against a wall. "Huh. Well, not sure why you're wiring up this office. Not gonna do the professor much good." He said.

"Why's that?" Dean inquired.

"He's dead." The janitor replied simply, clicking his tongue.

Dean darted to the end of the room. "Oh. What happened?" 

The man pointed his finger toward the panel of windows. "He went out that window right there." 

Odessa stepped forward, observing the silky curtains flow with the breeze. "Really? Let me guess, you're the one that found him," He nodded, an almost prideful smile rose. "Did you happen to see it go down?" 

He shook his head. "Nope. I just saw him come up here and, uh..." He trailed off. "Well...he wasn't alone." Both Sam and Odessa chuckled as they understood what he was implying.

Dean, with his cheeks stretched with several chocolate pieces, stepped beside his girlfriend. "Who was he with?" 

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"Come on! I ate one, maybe two!" 

"Dean, shut up and let him tell the story."

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There was a sly smirk on the janitor's lips. "He was with a young lady. I told the cops about her, but I guess they never found her." He half-shrugged. 

"You saw this girl go in, huh? But did you ever see her come out?" 

"Now that you mention it, no." Sam asked him if he'd ever this woman around before. "Not her."  The way he spoke piqued Odessa's interest. 

Odessa arched her eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?" Peering over her shoulder, she sent Dean a glare as he chewed obnoxiously on his chocolates. He cheeks were stretched far too wide now and he couldn't close his mouth. She inwardly pondered on how she fell in love with this man.

"I don't mean to cast aspersions on a dead guy, but, uh, Mr. Morality here? He brought up a lot of girls up here. Got more ass than a toilet seat." The three of them laughed, but Dean guffawed boisterously, then shoved some more chocolate inside his mouth.

"One more thing. This building—it only has four stories, right?" The janitor confirmed his question. "So there wouldn't be a room 669?" 

"Of course not. Why do you ask?" 

"Ah, just curious. Thanks."

<<>>

Odessa was fatigued and drained of energy, and she didn't contain the vitality to continue researching. As they returned back to the motel, all she wanted to do was curl in the sheets with Dean by her side and arm wrapped around her like usual. But Sam, much to her dismay, wanted to continue discussing this case and explore everything the internet had to offer. "Well, no traces of E.M.F., that's for sure." 

Dean closed the door behind them. "And that room 669's a load of crap." He dropped the metallic briefcase down on one of the chairs, and the table and bottles rattled from the force. Odessa pulled out a seat and plopped down on the cushion, moving her fingers through her hair as she closed her eyes. 

Sam shrugged off his jacket, laptop propped in front of him. "So, what do you guys think? The professor's just a jumper? A legend's just a legend?" Odessa didn't reply, unsure of how to. None of this was making sense, but then again, none of their cases made any sense. Dean closed the fridge and placed three bottles of beer on the tabletop.

"I don't know. I mean, the girl that the janitor described—that's pretty weird," Dean said, departing the room and making his way to the bathroom. "We ought to check the history of the building. See if any coed ganked herself there." Odessa twisted the cap off the beer and chugged down malted alcohol.

"Yeah, you're right," Sam muttered and opened his laptop. Upon the illuminated screen greeting him, he scrunched his eyebrows together in bewilderment. "Dude, were you on my computer?" Odessa opened her eyes and stared at the two brothers in befuddlement. 

Dean reappeared by the doorway with knitted brows. "No." He simply said.

"Oh, really? 'Cause it's frozen now on—on bustyasianbeauties.com."  Odessa's interest was piqued, and she sharply whirled around to face Dean's apprehensive demeanor. Her eyebrows were lowered and her eyes were squinted as she glared intensely his way, her jaw clenched. She was tired, and she didn't want to deal with this right now. He looked at her with wide eyes, knowing she was absolutely pissed, and his mouth opened and closed as he attempted to process a sentence. Concluding he was inevitably screwed, he left the room once more. "Dean...would you just—don't touch my stuff anymore, okay?" 

Stepping back inside the room, Dean spoke sharply, "Why don't you control your OCD?"

Fist tightening around the beer bottle, Odessa didn't hesitate to retaliate. "Why don't you control your urges, you dick?"

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"But did you dig up anything about the building, or on the suicidal coed?" Bobby asked, stepping away from the window. 

Sam scratched his cheek. "No. History's clean."

Bobby gave them the look as if this case was obvious. "Then it's not a haunting." 

Odessa shrugged. "Maybe not, but at this point, we're not really sure anymore." She thought back to the information they acquired from the traumatized Curtis, and everything was increasingly becoming perplexing. She'd never considered the existence of aliens ever being real, mainly because there wasn't anything to consider, especially the ones Curtis explicated.

Bobby narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean you're not sure?"

"Well...it's weird." Sam exchanged an apprehensive glanced with him as he responded.

"What's weird?" Bobby inquired.

Dean spoke, "This next part, we, uh, we didn't see it happen ourselves, exactly, but...it's pretty friggin' weird, even for us."

The three of them thoroughly explained everything Curtis informed them of, and it was quite disturbing. He'd been walking outside of Crawford Hall when he heard something from behind them, but upon inspection, nothing was there. This sound, which he described as machine-like, happened two more times, but both times had no source. That was until there was a humming above him and blinding light beamed down on him, a light he couldn't escape. He then began to rise from the ground and was 'abducted'.  

Bobby stared at them, incredulous. "Aliens?" He questioned aloud, as if even saying the word was insane. Sam responded with a simple 'yeah'. "Aliens? Look, even if they are real, they're sure as hell not coming to earth and swiping people." He said indignantly. 

Dean sighed, unsettled. "Hey, believe me. We know." Was all he said.

Bobby remained with his skeptical stare. "My whole life I've never found evidence of an honest-to-God abduction. It's all just cranks and pranks." 

Odessa fiddled with the chain of necklace. She half-shrugged, and moved her attention back on Bobby. "Yeah, that's what we thought. So, we talked to the guy..."

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Curtis seemed highly affected by his experience, especially with the row of clear shots placed before him. His finger teased the rim of the glass as he contemplated which drink to down first. His gaze was empty and void of any distinct emotion. Dean took notice of the alcohol and grinned enthusiastically. "Hey, you got to give those purple nurples a shot." He blew out from his mouth and chuckled, but Curtis didn't seem amused by this. 

Sam cleared his throat and Odessa kicked his shin from under the table. "So, what happened, Curtis?" He asked. Curtis frowned and shrugged, claiming they wouldn't believe him, that nobody does. "Give us a chance."

Curtis jutted his index finger towards Sam's towering figure. "I do not want this in the papers." 

Dean frowned. "Off the record, then." He affirmed with a nod.

Curtis looked down at his hands. "I, uh, I blacked out, and I lost time, and when I woke up, I didn't know where I was," Sam appeared intrigued, while Odessa didn't seem to care for this. Curtis's voice cracked and he downed another shot before continuing. "They did tests on me. They probed me." 

Odessa pressed her lips together as she attempted to muffle her amusement with her sleeve. Both her and Sam exchanged replicated expressions as they tried not to laugh aloud. "They probed you?" Dean asked, dubious. 

Curtis looked bashful. "Yeah, they probed me. Again and a-again and—and again," He drank another shot. "And again and again and again and then one more time." Odessa had never wanted to laugh so hard before in her life. All Dean could mutter was a mere 'yikes'. "And that's not even the worst of it."

"How could it get any worse? Some alien made you his bitch." Odessa, although extremely entertained, knew they were being completely insensitive to this traumatized man.  

"They...they made me...slow dance!" 

The three of them stared him with disturbed expressions and wide eyes, mouths opening and closing as they tried to think of a proper response.

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"You guys are exaggerating again, huh?" The three of them exclaimed 'no' in sync. "Then this frat boy's just nuts."

"We're not so sure."

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Odessa examined the massive patch of brown grass with bafflement, unsure of how to adequately process the sight below them. The patch was circular and was essentially immaculate. "I'm telling you, Dean, this was made by some kind of jet engine." Sam said. Odessa could feel a migraine arising as she continued to consider these options thoroughly. 

Dean responded, bemused. "What? You mean some saucer-shaped jet engine?" He asked quizzically. Odessa was having trouble believing this as well. These details and loose ends didn't make sense, none of these clues and interviews were clearing any confusion in the slightest. "What the hell?"

"I don't know." 

"Seriously, dude—what the hell?"

Sam, irritated with this case and Dean, repeated himself. "I don't know. I mean, first the haunting. Now this? The timing alone—there's got to be some kind of connection here."

Odessa's eyebrows bumped together in a scowl. "You're saying there's a connection from the pissed off spirit and sexed-up E.T.? How could there possibly be a connection?" 

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"But what could we do? So we kept on digging."

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The three of them were interviewing some frat pledge who claimed knew Curtis. "So, you and this guy, Curtis—you were in the same house?" Sam questioned. The weather was particularly gloomy and ashen grey. The feeble breeze was chilly, but enough to erupt shivers down her spine. She shivered and rubbed her forearms in hopes of igniting some form of warmth. Dean, taking notice of her lack of warmth, shrugged his jacket off and settled the consolatory clothing over her shoulders. Her shivers ceased instantaneously as she was enveloped by the over-sized jacket and Dean's cologne. All though pissed off, she peered skyward through her lashes, flashing him an appreciative smile, and he did the same.

Returning his attention back on the pledge, Dean continued with their interrogation. "You heard what happened to him, right?" He asked. 

The frat pledge frowned and shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah, he says it was aliens, but, you know, whatever." He didn't seem all that fazed by the allegations of the existence of aliens, and Odessa didn't blame him. She was skeptical, and she still was, and the accusations from Curtis were absolutely outrageous.

Sam stepped forward, hands stuffed in his pockets. "Look, man, I—I know this all has to be so hard." 

The pledge shook his head and pursed his lips. "Um, not so much."

"But I want you to know...I'm here for you," The pledge nodded uncomfortably. "You brave little soldier. I acknowledge your pain. Come here," Sam hastily enwrapped the man in a large, firm embrace. Both Odessa and Dean watched the scene unfold, discomfited. "You're too precious for this world."

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Sam swiftly intervened with a shocked and pestered expression. "I never said that!" 

Dean scoffed. "You're always saying pansy stuff like that." 

Both brothers winced as Odessa slapped the back of theirs heads. "As we were saying..."

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The pledge awkwardly patted Sam's back. "Well, uh, thanks—thanks for the hug, but, I'm okay. Really." Sam pulled away and Odessa pinched the bridge of her nose as the stranger composed himself. "To tell you the truth, whatever happened to Curtis, he had it coming. He's our pledge master. Put us through hell this semester and got off on it. So now he knows how we feel." 

<<>>

"Still doesn't make a lick of sense," Dean said as the entered the motel once again. "But, hey, at least there's one connection. The victims. The professor and that frat guy—they're both dicks." Dean said with a chuckle. Sam, bemused, asked if that was a connection. "You got anything better to go on, I'd love to hear it." 

Sam searched through his bag. "Where's my laptop?" He asked, pausing to face the couple.

Dean and Odessa synchronized as they shrugged. "I don't know," Dean replies. "Think about it. A philandering professor gets a dead girl. A pledge master gets hazed," Sam displayed the bag where he claimed he left it in. "You obviously didn't. I mean, these punishments—they're almost poetic. Actually, it'd be more like a limerick, but still—" 

Stepping beside Dean, Sam seemed bothered. "Okay, hilarious. Ha ha. Where'd you guys hide it?" 

Odessa furrowed her eyebrows. "What, your computer? Why would we wanna take your computer?" 

"Because no one else could have, Odessa. We keep the door locked. We never let any maids in. Besides, with you two dating, I'm sure you guys have been planning something against me." 

"Looks like you lost it, Poindexter." Dean said with a small grin.

Odessa rolled her eyes and straightened, making her way to her own duffle bag. "I'll check my bag. Maybe you put it in there by mistake."

Sam exhaled sharply through his nose. "Dude, you know something? I put up with a lot from you," Dean scoffed, asserting he was a joy to be around. "Yeah? Your dirty socks in the sink, your food in the fridge. It's not food anymore, Dean! It's Darwinism. You know what, all I ask from you, the one thing, is that you don't mess with my stuff!" 

"You done?" Dean simply asked. 

Odessa unzipped her duffle bag and began shuffling through her dresses and blouses. She froze, eyes widening when her brown eyes landed on the torn fabric of her two-hundred dollar dress. "You know, how would you feel if I screwed with the Impala?" Sam questioned. Odessa's attention was only directed towards the shredded velvet dangling from her fingertips.

"It'd be the last thing you ever did." 

"You little shits! Which one of you dipshits fucked with my dress?!  I swear to God, I'm gonna kill you both in your sleep!"

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"Did either of you take his computer?" Bobby asked with narrowed eyes. 

Odessa glared at the brothers. "No, of course not. We have better things to do."

Sam's shoulders slumped. "Well, I didn't loose it. 'Cause I don't loose things." 

Leaning forward, Odessa slammed her hands on the table. "Well, Mr. Perfect, I don't go around shredding two-hundred dollar dresses for the hell of it, so someone had to, and my bet's on you." She hastily retaliated.

Bobby intervened again. "Okay, okay. Why don't you just tell me what happened next?" 

Dean swallowed the inferior alcohol. "There was one more victim." 

"Right, now, we didn't see this one ourselves, either. We kind of put it together from the evidence. But this guy—he was a research scientist. Animal testing." Sam said.

"Yeah, you know—a dick, which fits the pattern." The three of them began explaining how they broke into the morgue and examined the mutilated corpse, well, whatever was left from the dismemberment. They discovered that this researcher's office was located in Crawford Hall, and when coming across this breakthrough, Sam also identified an alligator scale enclosed in the corpse's skin. This is when they decided it'd be best if they Bobby for his assistance. 

Odessa evaluated her nails. "So we searched through sewers anyway, so we split up. The three of us took one end of campus. We didn't find anything, though." 

Dean spoke up, smiling sarcastically. Actually, I found something, just not in the sewer."

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Odessa wasn't in any particular mood to be entangled with any arguments involving Sam and Dean, and now that she thought of it, she'd been in a sour mood the entire time they were here. She didn't mean to be, she was just irked with everything going on and how complex this case was. Well, there was all this, and the dread she was experiencing with the lack of sex in her and Dean's relationship. She'd been in several relationships before; ones including men with superiority exceeding the average, but she'd never been in a relationship where she was actually in love. 

The raven-haired Guardian wasn't unfamiliar with sex, of course she wasn't, but what she was unfamiliar with was sex where her soul was being exposed with the man of her dreams. And she supposed that's why she was apprehensive with pursuing sexual endeavors with Dean, she'd be exposing another side of vulnerability she tried so desperately to bury. And speaking of the green-eyed man, he stormed inside the motel room with an angered expression. "You think is this funny," Dean asked furiously. Sam, bewildered, stated it depended. Dean mockingly mumbled then shouted, "The car! You can't let the air out of the tires, you idiot! You're gonna bend the rims!"

Sam straightened his posture as he closed the book he was reading. "Whoa, wait a minute. I didn't go near your car." It was true, Sam didn't go anywhere near the Impala, and Odessa knew this because she'd been with him the entire afternoon. And Odessa wouldn't dare the touch the Impala, primarily because she knew how much Dean loved Baby, so it couldn't have been her either. 

With a blank expression, Dean fished inside his pocket. "Oh, yeah? Then how'd I find this?" He displayed a wad of folded bills securely clipped between a metal fastener with Sam's initials engraved. Odessa's brows knitted together as she watched Sam pat down his pockets with an expression duplicating her own. 

Standing on his feet and tossing the book aside, Sam extended his arm. "Hey, give me back my money." Sam demanded. 

Dean scoffed and chuckled humorlessly. "Oh, no, no. Consider it reparations for, uh, emotional trauma." He said, walking past him. 

Sam followed after him. "Yeah, very funny. Now, give it back." Sam reached forward to snatch it from his brother's hands, but Dean swiftly dodged him and mumbled a rough 'no'. "Dean, I have had it up to hear with you." Sam sneered, motioning above his head as he spoke. Swinging her legs over the couch's cushions, Odessa hurried over to where they stood beside the bed. 

Dean was shouting in Sam's face, "Yeah? Right back at you!" Odessa sighed heavily as she stood between them both, hands on their chests as she attempted to separate their close proximity. Both of them ignored her attempts, and Sam reached for his money once again, to which Dean simply jerked it away from his reach.

"Guys, calm down. Besides, if anyone should get the money, it should be me—Jesus Christ, get off me!" Within those seconds, Odessa was certain she'd never make it out alive. With her mushed between them, they tackled each other and collapsed on the mattress. "Get off me, you Sasquatch! I can't breathe!" She pushed off Sam's arms, but quickly released a shriek as Dean brought down his elbow against her boob. "My shoulder! My shoulder, you dumbasses!"

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"Okay, I've heard enough." Bobby declared, and Odessa grimaced with the memory resurfacing of the sharp pain erupting in her breast. But as Bobby verbalized his irritation with their story, Odessa then realized there wasn't any need in describing every single detail.

Dean sighed. "Anyway, you showed up about an hour after that." 

"I'm surprised at you three. I really am," The three of them all resembled children being scolded by their mother. "Sam, first off, Dean and Odessa did not steal your computer.

Sam slammed the beer bottle on the table as he began to exclaim like a child. "But I—"

"Shh, shh, shh, shh! And Dean, Sam did not touch your car. And Odessa, I want both of you idjits to pitch in to pay for her dress. And if you three bothered to pull your heads out of your asses, it all would have been pretty clear," Odessa, with a smug grin, asked what he meant by that. "What you're dealing with." The three of them awaited for him to explain, essentially because they didn't know what the hell they were dealing with, and exchanged awkward glances. "You got a Trickster on your hands." 

Dean snapped his fingers. "That's what I thought." He said with a prideful grin.

"What?! No, you didn't!" Sam proclaimed. 

Bobby eyed them, vexed. "I gotta tell you. You guys were the biggest clue. These things create chaos and mischief as easy as breathing, and it's got you so turned around and each other's throats, you can't even think straight." 

With realization, Sam spoke, "The laptop." 

"The tires." Dean said.

Odessa sighed, "The dress." Everything was making sense, and those loose ends were connecting with other loose ends. She could feel her headache easing. 

"It knows you're onto him, and it's been playing you like fiddles."

Dean leaned back in his chair. "So, what is it—spirit, demon, what?" 

"Well, more like demi-gods, really. There's Loki in Scandinavia. There's Anansi in South Africa. Dozens of them. They're immortal, and they can create things out of thin air, things as real as you and me. Make them vanish just as quick." 

Realization dawned upon Dean's features. "You mean like an angry spirit or an alien or an alligator?" He asked.

Bobby briefly looked down at his hands. "The victims fit the M.O., too. Tricksters target the high and mighty, knock them down a peg, usually with a sense of humor—deadly pranks, things like that." 

"Bobby, what do these things look like?" Dean asked.

Bobby shrugged. "Lots of things, but human, mostly." 

Dean glanced at Odessa, licking his lips. "And what human do we know who's been at ground zero this whole time?" She furrowed her eyebrows and was about to ask who when he realized who he was referring to. 

Laughing, she leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on his lips. "Oh, you gorgeous genius," Odessa said, "Let's go kill this son-of-a-bitch."

<<>>

Dean was absolutely certain this janitor was the culprit. Well, there wasn't any sufficient proof that he was the Trickster, or least that's what Odessa and Sam said, and he knew he couldn't just barge into the man's home and stake him. This had been pondering on Dean's mind the entirety of the afternoon, and now it was nightfall. Odessa specifically ordered him to remain outside and wait for her and Sam to return, but he was tired of waiting. "Eh, screw this." He muttered to himself, and he ascended the concrete staircase before successfully sneaking inside. 

Twisting his flashlight on, Dean hurried down the multiple stairwells and briefly peered into the locker room where Sam discovered the magazine including UFO's. Nothing was in there, and neither was the janitor. Continuing onward with his mission, Dean was seconds from stepping on the new set of stairs when the faint sound of 'Can't Get Enough Of Your Love, Babe' playing over speakers rang in the distance.

Entering the theater where the music derived from, he was greeted with an array of multi-colored beams of light and the wondrous sight of Odessa in black lingerie. She was sprawled atop of a circular mattress with scarlet duvets and under a spiraling disco ball. Beside the bed, there were lava lamps and a bar. With a ghostly smile, Dean made his way to his girlfriend. Her glittering grin widened as she batted her eyelashes. "I've been waiting for you, Dean."

She crawled to the edge of the mattress, displaying an unmistakable view of her cleavage. Dean swallowed the lump lodged in his throat. "Y-Y-You're not real." Much to his dismay, this wasn't real, regardless of how much he wanted it to be real, and he knew the Trickster must've been watching him from afar. 

Odessa's duplicate didn't seem fazed with actuality of the situation, and twisted a black curl around her finger. "Trust me, baby, it's gonna feel real." Dean involuntarily released a strangled gasp as the risque images filled his mind. Dean was extremely tempted to agree, and he grinned nervously as he thought of the possibilities. "Come on, let me give you a massage." Her fingers delicately caressed her thighs and teasingly stroked her exposed stomach. 

Dean chuckled breathlessly. "Wha—you know, I'm a sucker for a happy ending, really, I am, but I prefer my actual, real girlfriend. I'm gonna have to pass." He declined, clapping his hands together. As arousing as this was, this wasn't the actual Odessa, and definitely didn't want their first time to be with a clone with a janitor watching nearby.

From behind him, a voice spoke. "They're a peace offering," Whirling around, Dean was greeted with a smug janitor. "I know what you three do. I've been around a while. Run into your kind before." 

Dean cocked his head. "Well, then you know that I can't let you just keep hurting people." 

The Trickster rolled his eyes dramatically as he dropped his head backwards. "Come on! Those people got what was coming to them. Hoisted on their own petards. But you, Sam, and Odessa—I like you. I do. So treat yourself. Long as you want. Just long enough for me to move on to the next town." He yanked out a candy bar from his pocket.

Dean pursed his lips. "Yeah, I don't think I can let you do that." 

The Trickster unwrapped his candy. "I don't want to hurt you. And you know that I can." 

"Look, man, I got to tell you, I dig your style, all right? I mean," He turned and gestured towards Odessa enticing figure and chuckled, blowing from out of his cheeks an astonished manner. "I do. And the slow-dancing alien—"

They both guffawed. "One of my personal favorites."

"But, uh, I can't let you go." 

The Trickster frowned. "Too bad. Like I said, I like you. Sam was right. You shouldn't have come alone." 

Dean clicked his tongue. "Well, I'll agree with you there." Dean watched as the Trickster's smug grin fell and turned to face the opening door. There stood Sam, holding the stake. From the other side of the room, in came the actual Odessa and Bobby. 

Odessa glanced at the duplicate of her on the bed, and furrowed her eyebrows. "Why the hell am I half-naked under a disco," She paused, "And where did she get that bra?" 

The Trickster turned to face Dean. "That fight you had outside—that was a trick?" Dean half-shrugged. "Hmm, not bad. But you wanna see a real trick?" From the distance and where Sam stood, the deafening sound of a chainsaw revving rang through the air. Odessa began sprinting to where Sam fell to the floor, and tackled the chainsaw dude to the floor, groaning as he simply tossed her to the side. Unleashing her whip, she thrashed it towards the ankle of the monster and yanked him to the floor. "Nice toss, fake Odessa!" As the monster and chainsaw fell to the floor, she watched as her duplicate tossed Dean beside where the Trickster resided. "Dean, Dean, Dean. I did not want to have to do this." 

Sam captured her attention and gestured for her to restrain the Trickster from departing. Thrashing her whip once more, it entangled around his neck. Sam chucked the stake to Dean, who caught it mid-air, and plunged inside his chest. "Me neither." And with one final yank, Dean pushed the corpse back on the chair. "You guys okay?" Both Odessa and Sam reassured him that they were fine. "All I got to say...he had style." 

And with that, the four of them sprinted outside and to where the Impala was parked. "Bobby, thanks a lot—" Sam began as they pushed open the doors. 

"Hey, save it! Let's just get the hell out of dodge before somebody finds that body." He unlocked his door and stepped inside. 

Before entering the passenger seat, Sam paused. "Look, guys, um, I just want to say that I'm, uh, um..." 

Dean shifted. "Hey. Me too." 

Odessa pursed her lips together and nodded. "And, uh, me too. Especially with me being a bigger bitch than usual," They both smiled and nodded, understanding that they really couldn't say it. Turning to Dean, she grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled him down closer to her. He tasted of blood and chili cheese fries, but she wouldn't have had it any other way.

"You guys are breaking my heart. Could we please just leave?" 

Odessa smiled against Dean's lips, and she could feel him doing the same. "All right, let's get the hell out of here."

I'M FINALLY DONE YAY! THE WHOLE THING WITH ODESSA BEING APPREHENSIVE (NOT IN A BAD WAY) ABOUT SEX WITH DEAN WILL BE EXPLAINED IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! THANKS FOR READING GUYS AND THANK YOU FOR 89K READS! I LOVE YOU ALL AND HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT