11 Research

Y/n POV

The three of you asked Tobias a few more questions before you left. You felt your heart go out to the man, what he's gone through was nothing but horrific. You also felt like you understood him to a point, something neither of you could control or explain destroyed your families. While your experience wasn't as drastic, it was still just as permanent and very painful.

"So what do we do now?" You asked the boys curiously.

"Well since there's a lot more information, we do Sammy's favorite part," Dean said in a teasing tone.

"And what would that be?" You asked turning your gaze to the man in question.

"Dean means we have to research which, by the way, is not my favorite part," Sam elaborated.

"Whatever you say Samantha," Dean replied with a laugh. You laughed along with him, it surprised you that Dean would use your nickname for Sam; then again, it was to tease him. You got into the backseat of the Impala and waited for the boys.

Once the boys got in, you went over just about all of the mythical -not so mythical now you thought- creatures you've studied over the years. You thought about which ones came close to what you know now about the case. Ruling out most of them you wondered just how many of these things were true and how many were, well, mythical. You were so lost in thought you didn't hear or respond when someone was calling your name.

"Y/n!" You heard an annoyed voice say loudly but not quite yelling. You looked up after coming back to reality and saw it was Dean calling your name.

"Welcome back," Sam said with a laugh.

"Sorry, what'd you say?" You asked Dean sheepishly.

"Well I was trying to ask you what size bra you wear," Dean said casually showing no shame. Your eyes widen in shock and your mouth hit the floor.

"Excuse me?" You finally managed to make out. All the sudden Sam bursts out in laughter and Dean quickly follows suit. You look between the brothers then you rolled your eyes, realizing that that was not, in fact, what Dean initially was trying to ask you.

"You assholes," you said light heartedly.

"Y/n, why me? I didn't do anything," Sam whined.

"You, my dear Samantha, are guilty by association," you told him matter-of-factly. "And for not letting me know sooner," you added with a teasing grin forming on your face.

"Can't choose your family," Sam said with a huff.

"Hey," Dean said feigning offence to which Sam just shrugged.

"Seriously Dean, what did I miss?" You asked hoping that it didn't have anything to do with your bra or it's size.

"I was asking where you wanted to eat," he informed you softly. Sam had an amused smile just then and a look in his eye you didn't like, it was almost like he knew something you didn't.

"To eat? We just had breakfast," you said incredulously.

"What I'm hungry," he said.

"Then I don't care where we go, someplace with muffins," you said, deciding that a little snack never hurt.

"Okie dokie," Dean said with a cute half smile.

Dean parked Baby at some cafe which, you noticed, was still serving breakfast. Seriously how can that man be hungry all the time and still be in shape? You wondered with a little giggle. When both the boys looked at you questioningly after your giggle you responded.

"They're still only serving breakfast," you explained. Dean rolled his eyes while Sam shrugged, probably expecting it.

You all got out of the Impala, Sam grabbing his laptop and went into the place. You ordered your muffin and y/f/d then looked around the room, ignoring Dean's fairly large order. The cafe was a small and cute place, big windows covering most of the wall space by the seats. There wasn't a lot of people there, but they were loud enough that you and the boys probably wouldn't be overheard.

You sat down in one of the booths with the comfortable squishy seats and Sam sat across the table. He brought out his laptop and began searching away. Dean eventually came and sat next to you with a few newspapers. The two of you began looking through it for anything that can help with the case.

After a few minutes waiting, a pretty attractive guy came over and gave you your muffin and y/f/d. According to his name tag his name was Alex, he had jet black hair with tan skin and deep brown eyes. You told him thank you with a flirtatious smile to which he returned with a sweet one. You noticed Sam glance at Dean as Alex walked back towards the kitchen, both with blank expressions but you ignored them.

"Ooh little miss Y/n's lookin' for some fun tonight," Dean said now with a smirk.

"I will not confirm or deny anything," you said jokingly back.

"Flirty Y/n is fun Y/n," Sam quipped between research. The three of you laughed a bit before refocusing.

Pretty soon you and Dean have gone through all the newspapers when the same waiter came back with Dean's food. You couldn't help but discretely check him out and man was he hot. He must've caught you because we gave you a wink before he had to disappear again.

"Hey guys, I think I found something," Sam said dragging your attention away from Alex. "So get this, it says that in 1959, there was another attack in those woods. It was the high school senior's annual camping trip and every one of them was slaughtered," he described.

"That was 46 years from this attack which means-" you started, with the information starting to click.

"Every 23 years, this son of a bitch comes out of hiding," Dean finished for you.

"Right, whatever it is it has a 23 year hibernation cycle which means it's going to go back to sleep soon," Sam explained and you understood.

"We don't have much time before we have to wait another 23 years," you voiced what all of you were thinking.

"We'd better get a move on then," Dean says with finality as he begins to stuff his face with food. You finished your muffin off and started on your drink.

In a surprisingly short amount of time, Dean finished his meal and we asked for the check. When it came, the boys paid and you noticed there was a phone number. You couldn't hide the triumphant smile that came across your face as you pocketed the paper. Dean gave you a look you couldn't quite decipher.

What was that supposed to mean?...wait..was he jealous? No it couldn't have been, Dean isn't the jealous type and besides there's no way he could think of me that way, you convinced yourself. Then the three of you walked out and went back to Baby and drove off.