The singers daughter(spn fan fiction)

Chapter Ten

I sat in the motel room while the boys went out on their first investigation. Some man went missing. The boys came into the room after a while and Sam walked over and sat next to me on the couch. "Well?", I asked looking between them both. Of course, Sam was the only one who gave me any acknowledgment.  "Woman's husband went missing. she heard a noise on the roof then her husband screaming. The next thing she knew he was gone. Cops think kidnapped but-uh-- I found this in the chimney." Sam informed and held out his hand showing the tooth"A tooth? You found a tooth in their chimney?" I asked as I took the tooth and looked at it closely. "weird...it honestly sounds like a Krampus tale." I commented which gained a judge look from Dean.  I rolled my eyes and looked at Sam. "Look it up.  Krampus, also known by a few other names is like this evil Santa Clause. " I explained. Sam went to the table and pulled out his laptop. He started to look up the lore and different articles about it. While Sam did this Dean left to get us all lunch. I offered to go, but as usual, I was denied and forced to stay in the motel room. After a bit, when I knew Dean was gone I got up and sat at the table and leaned on it. "Sam, I think we need to talk.", I stated. Sam looked up from his laptop screen and adjusted in his seat to give me his full attention, "Okay, what is it?"                                                                                       "About the Sea Pines Museum. You've been acting weird around me ever since."                                     "Olivia-- do we need to talk about this? You can't pretend that it wasn't an awkward situation altogether. Us pretending to be a couple, Dancing to those songs? It was weird being that way with you when I could never see you that way--" The words filled the air and I swear if it wasn't for the Impala's loud engine pulling up to the house, Sam would have been able to hear my heart sinking against the bottom of my rib cage."Right.. Of course not." I let out a small breath and stood up to move back to the couch when Dean walked in with a Brown food bag. "So, it turns out that Walsh is the second guy in town grabbed out of his house this month"                    "Oh, yeah?"                                                                                                                                                                  "Yeah."                                                                                                                                                                             "Other guys get dragged up the chimney, too?"                                                                                                  "Don't know. witnesses said they heard a thump on the roof."                                                                         "So, what are we dealing with?"                                                                                                                      "Actually, I think Liv was right."                                                                                                                                   "Yeah?"                                                                                                                                                                         "There's some versions of the anti-claus in every culture. You've got Belsnickel, Krampus, and Black Peter. Whatever you want to call it, there's all sorts of lore.", Sam handed him printed-out photos of the different looks of the creature.  "Saying what?"                                                                            "Saying back in the day, Santa's brother went rogue, and now he shows up around Christmastime. Instead of bringing presents, he punishes the wicked."                                                   "By hauling their ass up chimneys?"                                                                                                                     "For starters yeah."                                                                                                                                                             "So this is your theory huh? Santa's Shady brother?", Dean asked looking towards me. I think this may be one of the first times he's looked at me with a different expression than a 'If-you-do-something-I'll-kill-you-look'.    "W-well I'm just saying that's what the lore points to. "             "Santa doesn't have a brother. There is no Santa."                                                                                      "Yeah, we know. you're the one that told us that in the first place, remember?", Sam cut in looking at Dean, and leaned back on the sofa.  "You're right. I could be wrong. I- I have been out of it for... a month." I stated in a very sassy and sarcastic tone. "Maybe...you're not. I did some digging, turns out both victims visited the same place before they got snatched."                     "Really? Where?" I asked as Sam sat up straight a little shocked Dean and I were talking and not arguing. We got our stuff and got into the car. We went to this place called Santa's Village. "It does kind of lend credence to the theory, don't it?", Dean asked as we walked onto the property. "Yeah, but anti-claus? Not likely."  I rolled my eyes and zoned out the boys almost fully as a small memory played in my head,