Episode: Season 4 - Yellow Fever Pt. 1
I laughed at a joke Sam told as the Impala stopped in front of a house in the suburbs. We had a new case - this time about a man that had died of a heart attack. The odd thing was that it was the third death in town like this. So we had decided to investigate, see if it was our kind of case. The boys and I walked up to the house and knocked on the door only to be invited inside by the occupant a few minutes later. As we sat down on the couch, I noticed all the weird animals - mostly reptiles - that the man owned.
Including a large black and green snake hanging around his neck. I cringed, looking away. I was not a girly-girl by any means of the word but snakes were never something I could handle. Suddenly, I felt a foot nudge mine and I glanced up into Dean's green eyes. He smiled at me and I felt butterflies erupt in my stomach. I looked back down at my shoes, my ebony hair creating a curtain around my face to shield him from the view of the newly-forming blush on my cheeks.
I nudged his foot away with my sneaker and he grinned slightly, nudging mine back. Soon, it had turned into a game of footsie - each of us trying to nudge the other away whilst smiling like lunatics. Suddenly, Sam cleared his throat, giving us both admonish looks before turning back to the man.
"Did you speak to him recently? Did he seem different? Scared?" Sam asked the man about the victim.
"Oh, totally. He was freaking out," the man confirmed, nodding his head emphatically.
Just then a baby alligator nearby moved in its tank and Dean shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, making me chuckle. He shot me a glare, making me grin and shrug at him.
"You know, uh, you know what scared him?" Dean pressed the man
"Well, yeah. Witches," he explained and I frowned.
"Well!" I huffed under my breath as Sam continued to question the man.
Dean glanced around the room warily at all the animals and I eyed him, arching an eyebrow.
"Something wrong?" I whispered and he smiled slightly, shaking his head.
"Nah, I'm fine." he told me and I tilted my head to the side.
Yeah, right. He was acting extremely strange. Well, stranger than Dean normally acts that is. Something was definitely off... As the man continued to answer Sam's question, Dean glanced nervously at the python around his neck. The man noticed and sent him a small smile.
"Don't be scared of Donny, he's a sweetheart," he reassured him before looking at the back of the sofa, "It's Marie you gotta look out for. She smells fear."
At first, I thought he meant me...until I felt something slide across my leg. I let out a tiny shriek as a large, yellow python slid down the back of the couch. Her smooth, leathery skin brushed against my leg and I made a face, glancing away. Dean was having the same kind of discomfort as it shimmied its way between us. Sam chuckled from his seat across from us and we sent him death glares, which only made him laugh harder. A few minutes later, we were back in the Impala, having no such luck finding out anything more on the vic.
"How was Frank's pad?" Dean asked Sam as I gazed out at the rain-soaked streets through the window.
"Clean. Searched it top to bottom, no EMF, no hex bags, no sulfur," Sam shrugged in defeat.
"So probably no ghost, no witches, no demons. Three down and 97 to go," Dean sighed, shaking his head.
"Yeah..." Sam agreed halfheartedly before glancing down at the speedometer and back at Dean, "Dude, you're going 20,"
I snorted," No way, is he really?"
I leaned over the seat and let out a laugh when my eyes scanned the speedometer.
"Whoa. But that's the speed limit, though!" I said, arching my eyebrows in surprise.
"What? Safety's a crime now?" he shot back at the two of us and I shared a glance with Sam.
The Impala sped on down the road at a snail's pace before suddenly, I noticed we'd passed the hotel.
"Where are you going? That was our hotel," I asked Dean.
"Parker, I'm not gonna make a left-hand turn into oncoming traffic! I'm not suicidal," he grumbled, gripping the steering wheel so tight, it made his knuckles turn white.
My eyes widened as I looked over at my boyfriend. He was silent a moment before he spoke.
"Did I just say that? That's kind of weird," he laughed it off.
All of a sudden, there was a whirring sound coming from the front pocket of Sam's jacket.
"You hear something?" Sam asked and I rolled my eyes, reaching over the seat to dig into his pocket.
Fishing out the EMF meter, my eyebrows shot to my hairline as the red lights blinked incessantly. Sam snatched it from my hands to my protest, leveling it towards Dean. The lights lit up instantly and I let out a snicker, slapping the leather seat with my hands.
"Am I haunted?" Dean asked us with wide eyes, "Am I haunted?!"
Dean was not that enthused to hear he had ghost sickness. In fact, none of us even believed it to be true until Bobby confirmed it. And now it was just up to me and Sam to solve the case. Poor Dean, he wasn't much help. Not with his fear of...well, everything. The three of us headed to the store then to pick up some pie and I stayed behind in Baby with Dean.
As the door slammed shut and Sam headed inside, I crawled over the seat, landing on the other side with an 'oomph!'. Dean arched an eyebrow at me but said nothing as I punched the radio button to 'on'. I grinned as drums and a guitar rift drifted out from the stereo. A laugh emitted from Dean's pink, plump lips and he turned up the dial to where it blasted out the windows. Twisting around, he lied back on the seat, pulling me down with him. I was about to question him when he began to put up his fist with each beat of the song.
Giggling, I joined in, our legs tangling together on the front seat as we danced to the song. Dean acted out playing the drums, his head banging to the music as I air-guitared the other parts. Finally, the song reached the lyrics and Dean and I shared a knowing glance.
"Rising up, back on the street, did my time, took my chances..." the song began to play, Dean and I rising up in our seats at the start.
"Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet, just a man and his will to survive," Dean lip-synced along and I laughed at his antics as he pointed across the street, half-hanging out of the window.
I grabbed the shades off the dashboard and slipped the on, joining in, "So many times it happens too fast, you trade your passion for glory,"
"Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past, you must fight just to keep them alive,"
Dean helped me climb up onto the roof of the car, sitting down beside me as passersby gawked at us. He popped his collar then and I snorted, shaking my head.
"It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight!" We mouthed the words, Dean gesturing to the people milling about.
"Rising up to the challenge of our rival and the last known survivor-" Dean started to mouth when I finished for him.
"Stalks his prey in the night-" I lip-synced, moving my head to the beat.
"And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger!" we sang out the ending, stretching our arms up wide and lifting them high.
When the song ended, Dean and I grinned at each other and he leaned towards me. My eyes fluttered closed and I could feel his hot breath fanning my face when someone cleared their throat loudly. Breaking apart, we glanced down to see Sam holding a pie in his hands.
"What are you guys doing up there?" he sighed.