Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural
A/N Sorry it took so long to post this chapter. I got distracted by another thought and had to write a one shot (Secrets of the Father) just to get it out of my head so I could go back to work on this one.
Dean was sitting at the table surfing the net on the laptop and nursing a beer when Sam got back to the motel. He glanced at Sam when he came in then looked back to the computer. "You're back early, I guess that means you didn't get lucky," he said absently.
"Actually, I got very lucky." Sam said with a grin reaching into the little fridge for beer.
Dean looked up at his brother surprised by his answer. "That's my boy!"
"Yeah," Sam told him with a laugh, "I know how the demon is choosing his the next male victim."
"So you didn't get any?" Dean asked crestfallen.
"Dean, if I did, do you think I'd tell you?" He said sitting in the other chair and pulling the laptop over to see what his brother was doing.
"Hell yeah," Dean said with a grin, pulled the laptop back and asked, "How's it choosing them?"
"Each male host is a witness to the death of its previous host."
"How'd you figure that?"
"Jennifer said the second guy, Reeves was a witness to the death of the first one Duncan."
"Let me get this straight?" Dean asked, "You go out on a date with a girl for the fist time in how many months and you discuss the job we're working on?"
"Dude, no wonder you didn't get any."
"What did you tell her about us?" Dean asked.
"The truth," Sam said, but then at the look on his brother's face he continued. "That we were brothers on a road trip. And that we liked to solve mysteries when we came across them."
"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy, you have got to learn to be more creative with the girls!" Dean said. "It'll help in the getting laid department."
"Come on Dean, we don't have to lie to everyone we meet." He said standing up and walking across the room.
"Yeah, cause the truth about what we do is so much better."
"Hey, I didn't tell her the truth, I just didn't exactly lie."
Dean's eyebrows shot up and he laughed, "You didn't tell her the truth and you didn't lie? What else is there Sam?"
"You know what?" Sam said lying down on his bed hands behind his head. "Can we just change the subject please?"
Sam was spared further discussion when someone knocked on the door.
"Are you expecting company?" Dean asked standing and going to the window.
"No," Sam replied sitting up on the bed and looking around the room to be sure nothing was in sight that shouldn't be.
Dean moved the curtains just enough to look out the window and see who was outside. He turned to Sam and asked, "What did you do to that girl?"
"Five-O dude," Dean said going to the door and opening it.
The man gave Dean no time to speak. As soon as the door opened the officer said, "I'm looking for Sam Winchester."
Dean looked over his shoulder at his brother and asked, "Sammy is there something you're not telling me?"
"No." he replied to his brother recognizing the deputy standing outside the door. "Dean, don't be rude let him in."
Dean moved aside and the officer walked past him to Sam who had stood up and was now facing the cop. Dean closed the door and leaned on it waiting to see what would happen next and prepared to defend his brother if necessary. He was surprised when Sam addressed the man with a nervous familiarity.
"Sir," Sam said, "Is Jennifer okay? I dropped her off at the diner about thirty minutes ago." Her uncle didn't look angry or even upset causing Sam to wonder about the reason for his visit.
"I know, I was there and she is fine." He said turning and looking pointedly at Dean then back to Sam, "That not why I'm here."
"Well then, what can I do for you sir?"
"My niece told me a little about your theory on the strange deaths we've had in the area."
Sam looked at Dean who turned suddenly hard eyes on his brother, then shrugged his shoulders. "Sir, we're not trying to interfere with your investigation. It's just… kind of a hobby of ours."
"We haven't done anything wrong." Dean said. "We…"
The deputy turned to face Dean, "You sure about that? Because when I did a background check on your brother. Your name came up too. But see, that's where things get just a bit fuzzy for me Dean."
Dean knew they were in trouble now, or at least he was. "You did a background check on Sammy? Why?"
"Because he's dating my niece."
"Your niece? Jennifer is your niece?" Dean glanced at Sam who was looking at him sheepishly. Obviously Sam had left out key information about this date of his.
"Yes, you see the problem I'm having is I don't understand how you can be here. Not when you were buried in St. Louis a few months ago. But judging by the photos I saw maybe it was a twin brother."
The deputy interrupted him. "That's not why I'm here though. What I want is to know more about this theory of yours so spill it. Unless you want me to start digging a little deeper."
Dean's eyes suddenly went cold, he was getting angry, very angry. And the way he suddenly appeared even more relaxed sent a warning to his brother. Dean did not like to be threatened and Sam knew he had to quickly diffuse the situation or real trouble would be starting soon. "Look, um, Officer Tommy?" Sam said, not exactly sure what to call him. Somehow he didn't think Uncle Tommy was going to work well. The officer swung his gaze back to Sam.
"Deveraux," the man said.
"Officer Deveraux we'd be happy to explain our theory to you, but it's still got some kinks in it. There's still a lot we don't know."
"Well, maybe I can fill in some of the blanks." The deputy looked at Dean and asked? "You got another one of those beers handy?"
Dean looked at his brother, "Sammy?"
"Yeah," he replied as he watched his brother get a beer for Jennifer's uncle, pop the top and hand it to the man.
"You are so not dating ever again." Dean told him. And just like that the tension was gone from the room.