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"You said you were the developer?" Dean asked Larry as the man lead the three through the back door that lead to the backyard. A crowd of people milled about the backyard area eating, drinking and conversing with each other. It looked like a family outing to anyone who didn't know this was just for new buyers.
Larry nodded. "Eighteen months ago, I was walking this valley with my survey team. There was nothing here but scrub brush and squirrels. And you know what, we built such a nice place to live that I actually bought into it myself. This is our house. We're the first family in Oasis Plains." He paused when they reached a blonde woman with a friendly smile on her face. "This is my wife, Joanie."
The four quickly shook hands and exchanged friendly greetings with each other.
Larry leaned close to his wife's ear and whispered, "Tell them how much you love the place, honey. And lie if you have to because I need to sell some houses." He glanced at the Winchesters with a smile that said he knew they heard what he had said. Delaney knew he was teasing the second he leaned towards his wife. "If you excuse me I have some things to take care of."
"Don't let his salesman routine scare you," Joanie said to the siblings, earning their attentions. "This really is a great place to live."
Before the boys and Delaney could make a comment, a woman with dark hair pulled into a tight bun appeared next to Joanie. "Hi, I'm Lynda Bloome, head of sales. I was second to move into this lovely place."
"She's so noisy though," Joanie joked as she winked at Lynda, walking away to talk some of the other guests.
Lynda chuckled and waved her hand dismissively. "She's totally kidding, of course. I take it you three would like to become homeowners."
"Uh... yeah... well..." Sam stammered as he looked over at Dean, not knowing what to say exactly to this woman.
"Well, let me just say that we accept homeowners of any race, religion, color... or sexual orientation," Lynda assured with a warm smile. "There is no discrimination here."
Delaney snorted and covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hide her giggles from Lynda and her brothers. Dean and Sam must have heard her giggles regardless because they both lightly elbowed her in the ribs. She still couldn't get over the fact that everyone thought Dean and Sam were actually boyfriends. The boys didn't look much alike since Sam looked more like their mom, while her and Dean looked like their dad. However, Delaney was positive that you could tell when people were siblings. She guessed it was hard for these people to see that.
Dean forced a smile onto his face. Though, Delaney could tell that Dean wanted to say something to the woman like he had to Larry at the front door. "Right. Well, I'm gonna go talk to Larry. Okay, honey?" He stated before patting Sam on the chest and walking over to the door.
Sam glared at Dean and lightly punched him in the arm as he passed by. He turned back to Lynda and smiled innocently at her, to which she returned.
"So, Lynda, why don't you tell my... dad... here about these homes?" Delaney suggested and leaned forward to Lynda, lowering her voice. "He's kind of picky."
"Delly," Sam warned with a shake of his head.
Delaney gave him a what kind of expression as Lynda went on to explain everything about what it was like to live in Oasis Plains. The steam showers and the whirlpool tubs in the bathrooms. Delaney glanced down to the table for a brief second and froze when she saw a tarantula slowly make its way over to Lynda's hand that was placed on the table. She side-glanced Sam and saw him looking in the same place, but Lynda had yet to notice their sudden change of attention.
Sam quickly excused the both of them and grabbed the spider, cupping it in his hand and looked around for the culprit. There was a kid a few feet away, smiling like he had conducted the best diabolical plan known to man. That's when Delaney and Sam knew he was the reason this tarantula was crawling around.
The two youngest Winchesters made their way over to the boy where Sam handed him the spider back. Delaney was just glad she didn't have to touch it because she had a phobia of spiders and she wanted to be as far from that thing as possible. "I would guess this is yours."
"You gonna tell my dad," the boy sighed as he let the spider crawl around on his hands.
"Not sure how we would do that since we don't know who he is," Delaney spoke up as she crossed her arms. "Who is he?"
The boy scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, Larry usually skips me in the family introductions."
"Ouch. First name basis with the old man sounds pretty grim," Sam commented as he rocked back on his heels.
"Yeah, well, I'm not exactly brochure material so."
Delaney frowned as her heart slowly broke for Larry's son. She knew how it felt to have a father brush over you and like you didn't exist to other people. It hurt and she knew how much it could crush your soul till it looked like a crushed up soda can.
"Hang in there, okay? It gets better. I promise," Delaney assured the boy.
The boy gave her a look that basically said he didn't believe her and that she was feeding him bullshit. "Oh, yeah? When is that going to be?"
Before Delaney could give him an answer, the boy's name was being called from behind them. Larry walked out of the house with a stern expression on his face. The boy, who they now knew was named Matthew, looked over at Larry with no emotion on his face. "Larry."
Larry stood next to his son as he turned his focus to Sam and Delaney. "I am so sorry about my son and his... pet," Larry apologized, shooting a disgusted look towards Matthew's tarantula.
"It's totally fine, Larry. It's not a problem," Delaney replied, trying to get the point across that she wasn't bothered by it. She had a phobia of spiders, but she didn't want to make Matthew look bad. It wasn't exactly a lie either. As long as the spider didn't touch her and was a good few feet away from her, then she was perfectly fine.
"Excuse us," Larry dismissed him and Matthew, pulling away his son towards a secluded area of the back patio.
Delaney frowned as she watched Larry grip Matthew's arm and let it go once they were a safe distance away from everyone to talk. He yelled at him and scolded him for absolutely no reason. As she watched, it was like she was back at home with her own dad. She forced her attention away when Dean joined them again.
Delaney leaned her weight to one side and crossed her arms. "Does he remind you both of anybody?"
Dean glanced over at the arguing father and son duo. He shook his head and shrugged his shoulder in a confused fashion, not knowing what Delaney was trying to say.
"Dad?" Delaney suggested.
Dean's face screwed up at her accusation. "Della, Dad never treated us like that."
Delaney scoffed. "Actually, he never treated you or Sammy like that. That's exactly how he treated me. You both were just so perfect in his eyes and I was the screw up." She deflated a little when Dean still didn't get it. Sam looked like he understood, and he typically did when it came to how Delaney felt about their dad. It was like Dean seemed so blind to what their dad did to her self-esteem. "You don't remember?"
"Well, maybe he had to raise his voice, but sometimes you stepped over the line, Della," Dean argued.
Delaney couldn't help but laugh in disbelief. Was Dean really trying to pin it all on her? "Yeah, like when I said I'd rather go to college than stay home with him and be verbally abused because I didn't things the ways exactly how he wanted it?"
"Delaney, you know the reason he didn't want you to go away... now," Dean stated, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "You didn't know it then, but you do now. Doesn't that mean anything?"
Sam noticed the tension that began to rise between Delaney and Dean. They could never go too long without arguing over whether John was a good father or not to the three of them - mostly to Delaney. To Sam and Dean, he was like any father a kid would want. However, to Delaney he was the type of dad that made kids want to rebel.
"Dean, how was your tour?" Sam cut in before Delaney could make another comment at Dean.
"Oh, it was excellent. I'm ready to buy," Dean sarcastically remarked. "Honestly, Delaney might be onto something. Looks like Dustin Burwash wasn't the first strange death around here."
Delaney perked up at finding out she was on the right track to finding out what was going on. "What happened?"
"About a year ago before they broke ground one of Larry's surveyors dropped dead while on the job," Dean began in a lowered voice so the other guests wouldn't hear. "Get this. Severe allergic reaction to bee stings."
"More bugs," Sam added with a grimace.
Delaney groaned and threw her head back. Worse hunt ever.
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Dean sat in the passenger for the first time that Delaney's ever seen. He flipped through John's journal to see if there was anything written in it about killer insects. He even had a book on insects open on his lap to add more information to what they were dealing it. "You know, I've heard of killer bees, but killer beetles? What is it that could make different bugs attack?"
Delaney placed her chin on top of her hands that laid on the front seat. "Well, hauntings sometimes include bug manifestations, right? Like sometimes insects seem to draw towards paranormal and supernatural activity?" She still wasn't an expert on the whole supernatural thing, but she was sure that she's seen more bugs around their hunt sites.
"Yeah, but I didn't see any evidence of ghost activity," Dean dismissed as he continued to flip through the two books.
Sam sighed as he leaned his head on his hand propped up on the windowsill. "Yeah, me neither, Delly."
Dean looked up from the books in thought. "Maybe they're being somehow controlled you know, by something or someone."
"You mean like Willard?" Sam questioned, not believing a word Dean said.
"Yeah," Dean replied as if it was obvious. "Bugs instead of rats."
Sam made a face as he continued to drive. It seemed his mind was swarmed in a million thoughts. "I mean, there are cases of psychic connections between people and animals. Elementals, telepaths."
"Yeah, the whole Timmy-Lassie thing," Dean agreed as he went back to his reading. "Larry's kid. Got bugs for pets."
"Matt?" Delaney inquired with a quirked eyebrow. "You think Matt is doing this? That innocent kid?"
"He did try to scare the realtor with a tarantula," Sam reminded Delaney, who huffed and leaned back in her seat.
"Guys, you're trying to pin this whole thing on a teenage kid with daddy issues? Seriously? You think he's... whatever you guys said?"
"Anything's possible, I guess," Sam responded.
Dean's face suddenly broke out into a grin and he was slapping at Sam's arm to have him pull over into the driveway he was about to drive past. Delaney could practically see the devil horns sprout out from Dean's head as a plan formulated in his head.
Sam looked out the window at the house in front of them. "What are we doing here, Dean?"
Dean got out of the car and walked over to the garage, pulling its door open for Sam to pull inside. "It's too late to talk to anybody else. Plus, it wouldn't hurt to try the steam shower, right?"
"We're going to squat in this empty house all night?" Delaney asked, looking at Dean as if he had totally lost it. She was starting to think he had.
"Sammy, come on!" Dean yelled as he gestured for Sam to pull in before they were seen by somebody.
Sam huffed and pulled his head back into the car so he could maneuver it inside the garage. Dean closed the door quietly behind the car and grinned at his siblings. "Well, make yourselves comfortable, kids. We'll be here awhile."
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The next morning, Sam got a tip that a woman in Oasis Plains was found dead in her home. Delaney shot off the couch and offered to run up to get Dean while Sam prepped the car to find where they woman was. She got up the stairs and banged on the door. "Dee!"
"What, kiddo?" Dean yelled over the shower's water pressure.
"There's been a death in Oasis Plains! Three blocks from here!" Delaney yelled back so he could hear her.
Dean told Delaney to wait and he shut the shower off before opening the door, a towel around his waist and one on his head. Delaney snorted at the sight of her brother in two towels. "I love this shower! It's awesome."
"Just come on, loser," Delaney laughed before she shut the door for Dean and made her way over to Sam who had just gotten into the driver's seat. She climbed into the back seat and a few minutes later Dean ran over to the car and got in.
Sam pulled out of the driveway and drove over to the house where the death was reported. Rain fell lightly from the sky and there were police and construction workers everywhere. Larry was a few feet away on the phone which he shooed away quickly as he stated that he knew nothing as of right now.
Dean handed Delaney an umbrella as they stepped out of the car and took the other one under his seat out for himself. Sam opened his own umbrella and the three walked over to the crime scene that took place.
Larry shoved his phone back in his pockets at Dean, Sam and Delaney approached him. "Hello, you guys are, uh, back early."
"Yeah, we just drove in," Dean replied nonchalantly. "Just wanted to take another look at the neighborhood."
"What's going on?" Delaney was the bold one to ask.
Larry seemed to deflate a little in sadness at the question. "Did you guys meet Lynda Bloome at the barbecue?"
"The realtor," Sam clarified.
Larry nodded and let out a deep breath through his nose. "Well, she... um... passed away last night."
Dean's face fell at the response and shared a quick look with his siblings. "Would you mind me asking what happened to her?"
"I'm still trying to find out myself. Identified the body for the police," Larry answered and looked over his shoulder at the three officers on the front patio waiting for him. "Look, I'm sorry. This isn't a good time."
"It's fine, Larry," Delaney said with a reassuring smile. She couldn't imagine what must be running through his mind right now. He had just lost his business partner and possibly one of his friends.
Larry quietly excused himself and walked over to the officers on the patio.
Dean waited for Larry to be out of earshot before turning his attention to Sam and Delaney. "You know what we have to do, right?"
"Get in that house and see if we have a bug problem," Delaney responded as she sighed. "How do you suggest we get in?"
Dean nodded his head towards the side of the house and the three casually walked along like they weren't doing anything suspicious. Once they were out of sight of the police and Larry, he lead Sam and Delaney over to the wooden fence that was next to the house. "We're going to climb. You go first, Della. I'll be right behind you." He closed his hands together so he could help Delaney step up to the tall fence.
Delaney put her foot in Dean's hands and climbed up onto the top of the fence. She stumbled a little but quickly caught her balance and jumped onto the little roof that was sticking off the side of the house. She crawled through the open window and waited for her brothers to climb through after her.
"This looks like the place," Dean noted as he looked down at the body line drawn onto the carpet of the room.
Delaney carefully stepped into the bathroom connected to the bathroom and squatted by a face towel that was laying on the floor. She picked it up and screamed when dead spiders fell out from the towel. She scrambled back a little and stood to her feet.
"Spiders. From spider boy?" Dean accused looking at the dead spiders on the floor.
"Matt," Sam corrected Dean with a stern look to shut up. "Maybe."
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A few hours later, Dean pulled the car over when Delaney noticed Matt going off the bus. "His house is a few more blocks down, so where is he going?" She asked as they watched Matt cross the street and go down some stone steps that led to a wooded area.
Without even a second thought between the three siblings, they all exited the Impala and followed after Matt to see what he was doing down in the woods. They found him playing around with some kind of stick bug on his hand. He admired it as if the insect was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Delaney wasn't sure how one person could find a bug so beautiful and intriguing. The second she saw a bug, she wanted to step on it until she was sure it was dead or just run in the other direction. Insects, besides butterflies and lady bugs, sent a shiver down Delaney's spine and if she never had to deal with bugs ever again, she would be quite excited about it.
"Hey, Matt," Delaney greeted as she took a step closer to Matt. The kid jumped and whirled around to fully face Delaney and her brothers, a shocked expression on his face. "Remember me?"
"What are you doing out here?" Matt looked a mix between scared and nervous that the three had followed him out into the woods. Delaney tilted her head in thought as she thought it over. Why would he be scared and nervous to see the three of them? Was he really hiding something? God, Delaney really hoped Dean wasn't right about this kid being behind all of this bug stuff. She really wanted to like him, and not have to take him out.
"Well, we want to talk to you," Dean responded in a duh tone.
Matt looked between the three siblings skeptically. "You're not here to buy a house, are you?" He paused when Delaney and the boys looked awkwardly between themselves. "W - wait, you're not serial killers?"
Sam scoffed and shook his head. "No, no. I think you're safe, kid."
"So, Matt..." Dean trailed off as he tried to word his next sentence as best he could. "You, uh, know a lot about insects."
Delaney face-palmed at Dean's extremely obvious statement. Luckily, Matt didn't realize he was about to be interrogated because he merely shrugged off Dean's comment and continued to allow the stick bug to crawl about his arm and hand.
"Did you hear what happened to Lynda, the realtor?" Dean inquired.
Matt pressed his lips into his mouth and nodded solemnly. "Yeah, dad said she died this morning."
"Mmm, that's right," Dean responded, a knowing smile on his face. "Spider bites."
Sam gave Dean a look to shut up. He wasn't helping the situation, at all. "Matt, you tried to scare her with a spider."
Matt stared at the three in disbelief. "Wait, you think I had something to do with that?"
Delaney still wasn't sure that Matt had anything to do with this. He was just a teenage kid who was misunderstood by his father. However, once her brothers had their minds set on a solution, they went at it until they either failed or succeeded with said solution. Especially Dean.
"You tell us," Dean said.
"That tarantula was a joke," Matt defended, shaking his head. "Anyway, that wouldn't explain the bee attack or the gas company guy."
Delaney froze for a second as she stared at Matt. How would he know about either one of those deaths? Larry didn't seem like the type to tell Matt a lot of things. Yeah, he told Matt about Lynda Bloome's death, but she was also their neighbor. He would have seen all the ambulances and firemen next door. The other two didn't happen near him for him to know about them happening.
"Wait, you know about those?"
"There is something going on here," Matt noted, completely ignoring Delaney's question. That just made her more suspicious, even though she really wanted to believe Matt was innocent. "I don't know what but something's happening with the insects. Let me show you something."
Matt picked his bookbag off the ground and began to make his way forward, gesturing for the trio to follow after him. The siblings glanced between each other before they shrugged and followed after Matt to see what he wanted to show them.
Sam caught up to Matt first and started a conversation with him. "Matt, if you know so much about this insect stuff, why not tell your dad about it? Maybe he could clear everyone out of here."
Matt humorlessly chuckled at Sam's question. "Larry doesn't listen to me, ever."
"And why is that?" Delaney questioned next.
"Mostly? He's disappointed in his freak son."
Delaney frowned and her heart went out to him. She felt like she was staring at herself but in a teen boy's body. "Yeah I hear ya."
Dean stopped in his tracks and raised an eyebrow at his baby sister. "You do?"
Delaney nodded, not bothering to look at Dean's expression. "How old are you, Matt?"
"Sixteen."
Delaney wrapped an arm around Matt's shoulder and offered him a warm smile. "Well, good news then. In two years, something great will happen to you. A little something called college, where you can go to school and move away from your dad."
Dean scoffed from behind Delaney. "What kind of advice is that? Kid should stay with his family."
Sam covered his face with his hands. Here they go again with this dumb fight over Delaney going off to college to get away from their dad. He noticed Delaney turn to argue back with Dean, but he turned her back around and continued to push her alongside Matt. "Delly, just stop. Ignore Dean."
Delaney huffed, but listened to Sam and followed after Matt to a small open area of the woods.
"I've been keeping track of insect populations," Matt began as he looked around the open area. "It's, um, part of an AP science class."
"You two are like peas in a pod," Dean remarked, referencing to the fact that both Matt and Delaney took smart classes in school.
Ignoring Dean's comment, Delaney took another glance around them. "So, what's been happening, Matt?"
"Well, a lot," Matt replied, stuffing his hands in his jeans pockets. "I mean, from bees to earthworms, uh, beetles. You name it. It's like they're congregating here."
"Why?" Dean asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
"I don't know," Matt admitted with a simple shrug. "Could be a number of things really."
Sam narrowed his eyes on a fresh patch of dirt that was towards the end of the small opening by the trees. "What's that?" he asked, gaining the attention of the three surrounding him.
Dean pushed through and made his way over to the patch of dirt Sam had pointed out. Matt, Sam and Delaney followed close behind him and the three grimaced at the sight at a pile of worms over the patch of dirt. Dean pressed his foot into the worms and they sunk down into the earth along with the dirt, creating a nice hole in the middle. He grabbed a stick and crouched down in front of the hole as he poked around inside of it. Dean paused when his stick knocked against something hard.
"There's something down there," Dean announced as he turned to look at Matt, Sam and Delaney who created a small half circle around him. He tossed the stick to the side and dove his hand down into the dirt hole. He grunted as he tried to get a grasp on whatever was down there. Dean finally pulled his hand out to reveal a human skull covered in dirt and worms.
Delaney sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Of course, it had to be a skull. This case was just getting more and more interesting.
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An hour later, Sam pulled the Impala into a spot across the street from the local college. Dean had made an appointment with one of the professors from the Anthropology department. He offered to help them look over the skull they had found in the woods with Matt.
"So, a bunch of skeletons in an unmarked grave," Sam recalled as the three siblings made their way across the campus towards the Anthropology department.
Dean puffed out his cheeks as he glanced at the cardboard box they found to hide the skulls in. "Yeah, maybe this is a haunting. Pissed off spirits, some unfinished business."
"Though this also raises the question of, why bugs. And why now?" Delaney stated as she jogged slightly next to Dean since her little legs could never keep up with that of her brothers.
"Uh, that's two questions," Dean remarked, which earned him an eye roll and playful shove to the shoulder from Delaney. "Della, so with that kid back there... how could you tell him to just ditch his family like that?"
"I just know what he's going through."
"How about telling him to respect his old man?" Dean challenged. "How's that for advice?"
Delaney huffed and stopped Dean from walking. She noticed Sam give her a look over Dean's shoulder to just drop it, but she wouldn't. She had already gone through this when they first kidnapped her from school to go on some suicide mission. It's obvious that whatever she said still had not gotten through Dean's thick skull. This time she would make sure she would get it through his thick skull.
"Dean, come on. This isn't about Larry, okay?" Delaney argued, crossing her arms across her chest. "You think I didn't respect dad. That's what this whole thing is about."
Dean scoffed and shook his head. That's when Delaney knew she had hit a nerve. Dean never got defensive about anything unless someone had caught him in an act. "Just forget it, alright. Sorry I brought it up."
"I respected him," Delaney continued before Dean could take more than a step away from her. "I was never good enough to Dad's standards. He always treated you and Sammy a lot better than he ever did to me. You and Sam could just breathe and the man would give you a pack of cookies. I breathe and I get berated because I had an attitude, or I didn't do what he thought I should be doing."
"So, what are you saying, that Dad was disappointed in you?" Dean questioned in disbelief. It baffled Delaney that Dean couldn't see what their dad had did to her. He never hit her, but he did make it seem like that no matter how good her grades were or how good she did in her cheer career that it wasn't good enough. That she could do way better than she already was.
"Was?" Delaney's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. "He still is, Dean."
"Why would you think that?" Dean argued, slapping his hands to his sides.
"I never did what he asked of me. He wanted me to go to school and then come home like some kind of loner kid. He hated when I went out with my friends, and he hated it when I tried out for cheer. Dad wanted me in his sight every thirty seconds or he would have some kind of fit. He never did that with you or Sam. You guys were allowed to do whatever and not get in trouble. I wanted to live my own life, which to Dad made me look like some kind of freak."
Dean chuckled slightly and nodded his head. "Yeah, you were kind of like the blond chick in The Munsters."
"Dean, you know what most dads are when their kid gets a full ride to school? Whether it's near the house or away from home? Proud. With Dad, he yelled at me for three hours and then when I argued back, he told me not to come back home once I left for college."
"I remember that fight," Dean stated and made a face at Delaney. "Though I remember you saying quite a few choice phrases to him, too, Della."
Delaney glanced over at Sam who merely offered her a sad smile. She could see the pain in Sam's eyes at his siblings fighting, and also over the fact that their dad really didn't treat her the way he did the boys. Sam saw it and Delaney couldn't understand why Dean wouldn't see it.
"You know, Dean, when we finally do find Dad, I don't even think he would want to see me," Delaney admitted, a solemn expression falling onto her face. Her and her dad may have had the rockiest relationship she had ever seen, but it didn't mean that the relationship didn't hurt Delaney. She could act all she wanted that she couldn't care less that their dad brushed her to the side. However, the truth was, it hurt her to see him treat her so awfully and then turn around to the boys and treat them like they were God's gift to the earth.
Growing up, Delaney had seen all these girls with their fathers and how most of the time they were close. Always laughing together and going out on special father/daughter trips together to bond. Then there was her and John who could barely be in the same room together without fighting. It honestly and truly sucked.
"Delly, dad was never disappointed in you," Sam spoke up after a tense moment of silence. He saw Dean go to open his mouth, but he was worried what would come out. So, he decided to take the initiative and change the course of the conversation a little. "Never."
"He was scared," Dean added in.
Delaney furrowed her brows at her brothers. "What are you guys talking about?"
"He was afraid of what could have happened to you if he wasn't around. You were the only one of us that had no idea what demons or the supernatural was, save for the movies you used to watch with Sam at one in the morning. Then have to sleep in my bed because you were scared of every shadow that popped on the wall. You wouldn't know how to defend yourself if a demon were to pop up behind you and try to attack. He had already lost mom, Dad didn't want to lose you too – neither dad Sam or I.
"Even when you two weren't talking, he used to swing by your school whenever he could. Just to see if you were doing okay or not. Make sure you were safe."
Delaney's eyes widened at this new fund information. He actually cared that she was okay while she wasn't even home with him and the boys. Dean had a knowing smirk on his face, which basically said he knew he stumped Delaney. That, of course, was his intention. Sam gave Delaney a small smile and nodded his head. "Why didn't he tell me any of that?"
"Well, it's a two-way street, baby girl. You could have picked up the phone like you did to call Sammy and I," Dean countered with a shrug. Delaney flinched at the disappointed look that seemed to swarm in Dean's eyes. He and Sam were the two people that she never ever wanted to disappoint. "Come on, we're gonna be late for our appointment."
authors note
I am so sorry it took this long to get the next chapter out. I just had so much going on lately that it took me a while to finally sit down and continue writing this chapter out. I ended this chapter where I did because I still had 15 minutes left of the episode, and I felt this chapter was getting a little too long. It's literally almost 20 pages, so I'm going to cut this episode into three parts instead of two parts like the rest of the episodes I've done.
So, Dean and Delaney have argued yet again about our boy John Winchester. I actually forgot how frequently Dean and Sam argued about John in the first few episodes of season one. However, Delaney did find out that John does actually care about her. He just wanted her to be safe because she was the only Winchester who got the chance at a normal life. Of course, that didn't work out now that John is missing and the boys needed the extra hand in finding him. So we can all imagine how John is going to feel later on when he sees Delaney with the boys all like "HEY DAD YEAH I'M A HUNTER NOW. I'M OFFICIALLY A WINCHESTER! HOW WAS YOUR DAY?"
Anyways, I hope you all liked this chapter because it took me forever to write. Hopefully the next chapter won't take me as long to get out since I only have to sift through another fifteen minutes. Maybe I'll try to work on it tomorrow after I finish my final paper for my summer class.
EDITED ON: SEPTEMBER 27TH, 2019