Selina Winchester Season 3

Bedtime Stories

"I don't understand, Dean. Why not?" Sam asked angry

"Because I said so," Dean argued

"We got the Colt now!"

"Sam..." I said warningly

"We can summon the Crossroads Demon..."

"We're not summoning anything," Dean shouted

"...pull the gun on her, and forc her to let you out of the deal!"

"We don't even know if that'll work!" I felt my fists ball up as they continued shouting at each other.

"Well then we'll just shoot her! If she dies then the deal goes away!"

"We don't know if that'll work either, Sam! All you're pitching me right now is a bunch of 'ifs' and 'maybes' and that's not good enough, because if we screw with this deal, Selina dies!" I closed my eyes, hearing myself getting involved in the argument.

"And if we don't screw wit it, you die!"

"Sam, enough! I am not going to have this conversation,"

"Why, because you said so?"

"I SAID ENOUGH!" I finally shouted, the Impala engine silenced and we found ourselves parked. Sam and Dean both stared at each other angrily, I rolled my eyes and got out of the car.

"Selina!" Dean got out "Get back in the car!"

"Why?! So you and Sam can keep reminding me that it's my fault that you made the deal in the first place!" I shouted "So I can watch the two of you go at each other's throats, but do nothing because it'll end up with me dead?!" I threw my hands in the air in frustration and turned away from him as tears pricked my eyes.

"Selina..." I heard him walk towards me but I distanced him as I wrapped my arms around myself.

"I've had enough Dean...I'll see you and Sam in Maple Springs," with that I disappeared

***

I held a fake badge with my photo. Dean and Sam closed their badges and returned them to their suit pockets. "I'm Detective Drew, this is Detective Plant and Detective Page, we're with the County Sheriff's Department," I said

"Yeah, uh, I've been expecting you," Kyle said

Me and Sam both looked over at Dean "You have?" Dean asked

"All morning. You are the sketch artists, right?"

"Uh..." Sam said

"Absolutely," I replied

"Yeah,"

"Yeah." I nodded to Sam "That is exactly who my partner is. The things he can do with a pen..." I felt Sam's glare but kept talking "But listen before we get started on that, I wanted to ask you, uh, how'd you get away?"

"I-I have no idea." Kyle explained "I was hiding, and he found me. He was coming right for me and then he just...stopped. Staring at me with this blank look. And after that he just took off running,"

"'Kay." Sam sighed "Um, I'm going to need as much physical detail as you can remember,"

Sam pulled a small notebook and pen from his pocket and started sketching "Uh yeah. Uh, he's about six feet tall..."

"Six feet..."

"Dark hair..." I chuckled looking at Sam's sketch

"Uhm, what, what about his eyes, what color eyes did he have?"

"Maybe...blue?"

"Blue?"

"It was dark,"

"Did they seem..." Dean cleared his throat "Uh, animal-ish?" I felt my body go rigid as I realized what Dean was implying. Dean placed a reassuring hand on my back, where I could still feel the scars.

"Excuse me?"

"What about his teeth?" Sam asked "You notice anything...strange about 'em?"

Kyle shook his head "No, they were just teeth,"

"Teeth, okay,"

"How about his fingernails?" Dean continued

"OK look he-he's just a-a normal guy, with normal eyes a-a-a-and teeth and fingernails!"

"Look sir, it's okay if-" Sam said

"No. No. Those were my brothers. This guy, he-he killed my brothers. How would you feel?"

"Can't imagine anything worse," I mumbled as Dean rubbed my back

"I know this isn't easy but if you could remember any more details..." Dean said

"Th-there was one more thing he had a-a tattoo on his arm of a cartoon character. Umm....it's, uh, it's the guy who's chasing the Roadrunner-"

"Wile E. Coyote!" Me and Dean exclaimed causing Sam to roll his eyes, smirking.

"Yeah, that's it,"

"Kyle?" A man asked, entering the room

"Dr. Garrison,"

"How you holding up?" Dr. Garrison asked

"Okay, considering,"

"You're Kyle's Doctor?" Dean asked

"Yes?" Dr. Garrison replied

Dean held up his badge "Can I just ask you a few questions?"

Dr. Garrison nodded "Sure,"

Dean patted my back as he left the room with Dr. Garrison, leaving me with Sam and Kyle.

Kyle pointed at Sam's notebook "Don't I get to see it?"

"Uhh..." Sam laughed nervously and looked over at me

"Yeah, come on Sam show us your artistic skills,"

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Uhm, yeah, it's a, you know...work in progress,"

Sam handed his notebook over to Kyle, and I had to stifle my laughter as I looked at the badly drawn stick figure of a man. "Hm. It-it's really...huh,"

"We'll leave you to rest now. Thank you for your time, Kyle," I told him as I headed out the room and we walked out onto the street. "Boy," I laughed as I took Sam's notebook again "this is a piece of, uh, art, really,"

"Yeah, like you could've done any better." I shrugged as Sam took his notebook back as Dean rejoined us "So what did the Doc have to say about Kyle's brothers?"

"Not much, they were D.O.A at the scene. He did give me the lowdown on the coroner's report,"

"Lemme guess, their hearts were missing,"

"Nope," I felt myself sigh in relief "But chunks of their kidneys, lungs and intestines,"

"That's just gross,"

"Yeah, also definitely not werewolf behavior," I said

"So, what? Demon? Attacker could've been possessed,"

I scoffed "Demons don't stop halfway through an attack," I reminded him causing both of them to turn on me "Relax, I'm just speaking from the experience we've had with them...largely Meg,"

"I think that, uh...could've...yeah, I got nothing,"

"Me neither,"

"Well I know something..." the boys looked at me in confusion "I'm starving,"