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"You said if I threw Finnington past that big yellow tape that I could have ice cream!" Valerie yelled up at the much taller woman who held her frozen treat much too far out of reach.

"Yes, I did, but I never said that you could have it now. You can have it after dinner," Audrey explained in her 'teacher voice'that left no room for argument.

Valerie huffed and crossed her arms with a very pronounced pout, as she stormed off up the stairs and into her room. Audrey shook her head and raked her fingers through her bangs. The straight, dark-auburn locks shifted back and forth before falling back in place down to the small of her back.

"So what do you and your brother think this is? Do you have any guesses yet?" Audrey asked Sam, who had offered to walk them home after they were finished at the park. She had told him he didn't have to, but Sam had just shrugged and said that it was no trouble and he'd be happy to. Which wasn't a lie, he actually was. Audrey was probably the first person in a long time that he actually felt comfortable talking to, and probably the only person ever that he could talk about 'the job' with personally.

"We think we're dealing with a Death Dealer demon. Ever heard of them?" Sam asked, leaning against the door frame to the kitchen as she put Valerie's popsicle in the freezer.

"A Death Dealer? They're kinda like freelance Crossroad demons, aren't they? They're summoned to make deals with people, but without having to be at a crossroads?" she replied, offhandedly.

"Yeah, that's right. You know a lot more than I did when I first heard about them. You sure you're not the one that summoned it?" Audrey chuckled at Sam's half-hearted accusation and walked past him.

"No, I did a lot of personal research when I was younger. When the neighborhood kids don't really want to play with you, you have to find other ways to entertain yourself. I choose to read. Some of the books that my aunts had were not really books you should give to children, but given our family's rather - colorful - history, it's better to start young. It comes in handy to know these things in and around the supernatural. We might still have the book, actually. I think it's in the library, or somewhere around here." She rounded the corner and went up the stairs, elegant manicured fingers tapping against her chin as if to pinpoint the location more effectively.

"You have a library?" He asked skeptically as he followed her.

"Well, it's more like a big storage closet with a bunch of old books in it, but calling it a library makes it sound much more impressive." She paused in front of a door in the hall and yanked it open with the bit of force that usually needed to be applied to old doors. "Now, findingit might be the real question."

Audrey took a moment to survey the large closet, arms crossed under her ample chest, fingers drumming against her bicep as she sorted through the enormous Corbin collection that seemed to have no rhyme or pattern to its organization at all. Knowing her aunts, it probably didn't. She sighed quietly to herself and took a step over a large box in front of the door. She wove her way into the walk-in while scanning the bursting shelves for the book she only vaguely recalled from memory.

"Wow, this is an impressive collection," Sam remarked, peering around the dusty shelves. "I don't think I've seen so many old books in one place since I had to write my final paper for poly-centric norms class."

The auburn haired woman chuckled a little at the joke. "Ah the joys of private research institutions*, where they make you take things you will never need in the real world all for the sake of being well rounded and looking prestigious." Sam barked out a laugh at her quip and she smiled at him over her shoulder before adding, "You know, this would go faster if you helped me."

"Well, what am I looking for?" Sam asked, ducking under the top frame as he stepped over boxes and into the closet space.

"I wanna say that it's a large, brown leather-bound book with gold or bronze colored bindings," she said, scanning the shelves.

"Congratulations, you just narrowed it down to about seventy-five percent of the books in here," Sam retorted, looking but not knowing what he was looking for.

"Ha ha. You know, I could just nothelp you and let you and your brother do this alone," Audrey threatened, stepping up on one of the lower bookcase shelves to scan the top more effectively.

"You wouldn't do that," Sam countered.

"Oh really? How do you know that?" she retorted.

"Because you don't want people to get hurt if you can help it. You want to help. You're not the only one that can read people Audrey," Sam told her honestly, and she looked down at him with a sort of perplexed look of fascination before blinking a few times and turning back towards the shelf.

"Um... I think this is it." She grabbed one of the dusty old tomes. She blew off the dust and smudged the rest away to read the Latin title. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure this is it. It should tell us what we want to know before going after this thing. Those rounds we pumped into it the other night didn't do much, and I would think you'd want something more effective than just slowing it down for next time."

"That would be nice. I'm not a big fan of getting thrown around like a rag doll," Sam said, flipping through the archaic pages, disappointed that it was in Latin. He hated reading in Latin.

Audrey chuckled and slid along the shelf she was standing on to scan more books. "Well, now that I'm in here I'll see if I can find some other references. Maybe a spell or a charm that might help protect you so the whole thrown-like-a-rag-doll thing doesn't happen. My aunts made something sorta like that for a hunter that passed through a couple months ago. If we're really lucky, I might be able to find something that can banish the son of a bitch back to-whoa!"

"Audrey!" Sam lunged forward to catch the tumbling woman, who had lost her footing when the shelf buckled. The book in his hand and several others fell to the ground in a clutter as he grabbed her around the waist to keep her from ending up like the books. "Are you ok?" he asked, concerned, trying to look at her face that was tilted down towards his chest.

Audrey coughed as dust, kicked up from the fallen books, entered her lungs. She tried to shoo the motes away. "Yeah, I'm fine. Embarrassed, but fine," she answered, smiling weakly. She was usually more careful, and much more graceful. Sam laughed a little and smiled as he gently brushed the disheveled screen of dark chesnut behind her ear, knocking free a few dust bunnies that clung there. Amber eyes flickered up at him and seemed almost a little startled at how close his green were. Sam seemed to realize this too, along with his arms still being around her waist, her side pressed against his chest, and her arm draped across his shoulders when she had tried to stop her fall. He also seemed to realize that they weren't pulling away, and that he was doing quite the opposite.

"You know, when you play seven minutes in heaven you're supposed to close the door."

The pair snapped apart from each other and whipped towards the door, where a blonde with a cheeky smile leaned against the door frame.

"We were just doing research," Audrey explained, trying to repress the blush that threatened to explode across her face.

"Anatomy?" Nicki offered, the bright, toothy grin still plastered on her face.

"Nicki!" The brunette twin hissed at the other, who chuckled darkly at her sister's misfortune.

"I..uh..should get going anyway," Sam stammered, rubbing the back of his neck as he picked up the book he had dropped and walk out of the closet.

"Aw, come on! Don't leave on my account. I can come back in, like, twenty minutes, or longer if you kids need more time." Nicki wagged her brows and had to use a lot of willpower to not burst out laughing.

"Nicki," Audrey hissed more seriously at her sister, who clamed up as the brunette glared at her, arms crossed.

"Whatever. The business between two adults is none of mine, and voyeurism isn't my thing," Nicki commented offhandedly, stuffing her hands in her pockets and walking further down the hall. "Tell your brother I said hi, Sam," she added, waving over her shoulder at him as she disappeared behind a door.

Sam arched an amused brow at her, despite his slight mortification, and turned back to the other Corbin twin. He titled his head at her as she pressed a hand to her face and muttered in a language he thought he recognized. "Are you cursing in German?" he asked, decidedly bemused.

Her head perked up at his question. "No….well, kinda… Everyone who speaks German sounds like they're cursing." She crossed her arms nervously and Sam felt bad for snickering. She just looked so…cute, flustered like that. He almost thought that she would pout and kick her foot any minute now.

Amber, almond shaped orbs flickered at the taller man. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, almost a visual to her replacing her flustered attitude with the demure, practical woman she normally was. "I'll walk you out, Sam," she said with a gentle, but still sheepish, smile. "I'm sorry about her. She doesn't know the meaning of the word subtle," Audrey told him when they reached the door.

Sam chuckled lightly and shrugged. "It's ok. I don't mind. I'm pretty used to it," he admitted.

"Well, I'm still sorry for her…and for falling on you." She rubbed the back of her neck.

He chuckled again. "That's ok, I didn't mind that either." He smirked lightly at the faint pink that peppered her cheeks. "Thanks for the book. I'll try to get it back to you soon."

"Sam." The tall brunette paused at the threshold of the steps and looked over his shoulder at the other in the space of the door. Audrey blinked, suddenly flustered that she had actually spoke, "I…I'll give you a call if I find anything," she said, cursing in her mind at herself. Sam smiled faintly and nodded.

"Same here," he said as he walked off.

When the younger Winchester wandered his way back to the motel, he found his brother laying on his bed, back propped up against the headboard, clicking through channels on the old television propped up on the double dresser on the opposite wall. "Knew it. I knew you'd be doing nothing but watching TV while I was gone," Sam said, shaking his head as he crossed the room over to the small wooden table that had all of their, or, he should say his, research materials on it. He placed the new book amongst the already open ones and fell into his chair, looking at it curiously as he thought about its owner and how he had acquired it.

"Hey, I did stuff while you were gone," Dean replied while holding out his arms.

"Oh yeah? Like what?" Sam asked, leaning back in the old wooden chair and looking over his shoulder at his brother who looked like he was collecting his thoughts in order to come up with a plausible lie.

"Like… stuff and…stuff…" Dean said, looking everywhere but his brother, who just rolled his eyes at him.

"Right, Dean, sure," Sam said sarcastically, turning around to sit properly in his chair and over his laptop. Behind him, Dean flipped his little brother the bird as he quietly grumbled to himself.

"So what did you find out? Is your nice, respectable girl not so nice and respectable behind closed doors?" Dean asked, wagging his eyebrows with a smirk. Sam rolled his eyes at him.

"You know, Dean, not everyone is completely comfortable jumping into bed with someone they met two days ago - or even a few hours ago - like you are," Sam shot back, not feeling the need to tell him about his close encounter in the closet. Dean chuckled.

"Ouch. You know, you might not be so cranky and defensive about not getting any if you were. You know what they say, sex is like air; it's not important until you're not getting any."

"Who says that Dean?"

"Lots of people." Dean replied nonchalantly with a shrug, like it should be common knowledge, and swung his legs off the bed. "Did you check the crime scene?" Dean added, suddenly becoming serious.

Sam smiled at his brother's ridiculousness and nodded. "Yeah, and it's more of what we already know. Audrey tried to use a scrying crystal to locate where the demon is, but that didn't work. She said she'll try to do a bigger locator spell, so we'll have to see. Unfortunately, I think we might have to wait until it strikes again to corner it."

"I don't like that plan. Think of something else," Dean ordered, taking a sip of the soda he just cracked open.

"What other choice do we have, Dean? This thing doesn't seem to have a set target strategy. The only connection they all have is that they knew Audrey or Nicki, and that's not a solid lead. One distant cousin, a former boyfriend, and a woman that hasn't had contact in at least five years. That's a bit more than the standard six degrees of separation. What, are we supposed to tail everyone that's ever had contact with them?" Sam reasoned, and the older Winchester huffed as he crossed his arms and thought.

"No, that's an even dumber plan," Dean countered, uncrossing his arms and sipping his coke again, thinking. "How do we know that that's all? What if there were others?" he asked, finally.

"What?" Sam asked, confused as to what his brother was getting at.

"What if there were others? What if this thing killed other people they knew or was connected to them?" Dean clarified.

"They had an older brother. He and his wife died in a car accident a year ago. They were Valerie's parents. Audrey told me what happened and the story didn't seem demonic, just bad luck. Then there are theirparents," Sam told him, going with this new look on the case.

"You know what happened to them?" Dean asked and Sam shook his head.

"No, I asked. Audrey wouldn't talk about it. She seemed…apprehensive."

"Apprehensive? Like it-hurts-too-much-to-talk-about-it, or something-super-terrible-happened-and-I-don't-want-to-talk-about-it?"

"The second one," Sam replied, looking up at his brother seriously from his chair.

"Well, now I'm curious. I wanna know what happened."

"How? They aren't just gonna talk about it," Sam reminded him.

"Didn't say we were gonna ask them," Dean said, picking up his brother's laptop by the monitor frame and handing it to him. "Go on Sammy. Do that techno voodoo that you do so well."

Due to lack of interest, this story will most likely be discontinued. Thank you to all those that read and enjoyed this story, I may still update but not as frequently.

*- Columbia and Stanford are both private research universities. I did not know that when I picked Audrey's alma mater. I picked it because Columbia has one of the top ten best medical schools in the US. I honestly didn't find out until I looked up Stanford earlier this week. This is merely a coincidence. Columbia is an Ivy league, however, where Stanford is not.
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