Chapter 9 There Aren't Even Words

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Happy Valentines day!

“Sammy might get a nosebleed if he looked.” Dean grinned and Sam scowled. Tyler may or may not have chuckled depending on who you ask. Then she opened her door and stepped out. Sam’s eyes got as big a saucers before he focussed back on his computer screen. Dean had no qualms about staring.

“Should I wolf whistle?” Dean asked as he did open his door and step out. His eyes looked over her. Tan skin covered by a black band top bikini with a little black cover on bottom for modesty.

“If you do you die.” She said casually as she smiled at him, not really friendly but a warning. “Whatever is kidnapping the girls has already expressed a liking for blonds.”

“Yeah hot blond bombshells.” She glared at him.

“I know. I’m hoping I’ll do.” With that she walked towards the lake. Dean watched as she walked away his eyes on her legs. “Wow. Talk about finely toned ass.” Dean said more to himself.

“Dean.” Sam said.

“Yeah?” Dean’s words were absentminded.

“I think it’s a particularly nasty water demon.” Now those words got his attention.

“What did you find Sam?” Dean asked as he kept an eye on Tyler as she walked to the beach of the lake. The crowd was thin today but happy. A bunch of college kids were out and Dean saw girls in far skimpier bikini’s than Tyler’s. A lot of the girls were skinny but not quite as toned. He still heard a few wolf whistles as she walked through the group.

“Hello, Dean? Are you in there?” Sam had been talking to him.

“Sorry what was that Sam?” Dean asked as he watched her set out her towel and begin blending in. Dean was so hoping it wasn’t her that was taken. In fact he’d really like it if nobody got kidnapped until Sam and he knew more.

“Tyler didn’t give us much to go off of but I think it’s a water demon that’s been living in these parts for years. Pretty blonds have been taken in lakes for the past hundred years and never been found. The men that die...” Sam left off looking at Dean. Dean turned and saw him staring.

“What?” The look on his brother’s face was the one that meant they were usually in trouble. Deep trouble and Dean didn’t like it.

“They’re the love of the girl’s life. Boyfriends, and husbands all seem to end up floating belly up.” Dean looked at Sam. “So Dean there aren’t any victims who haven’t had a boyfriend.” Dean looked at him like Sam had grown another head.

“So what’s your point Sammy?” Dean said as he looked back towards the beach finding Tyler and keeping an eye on her.

“So the girls just disappear the guys, Dean, they die usually drowning but according to the reports it’s like they’re water skiing but with no skis. Most of them are missing half or more of their skin and some of their flesh looked like it was torn off in chunks.” Sam grimaced. Dean made a disgusted face but didn’t take his eyes off Tyler.

“Well she doesn’t have a boyfriend.” Dean said.

“Dean, you’re sure acting like you like her.” Sam said his voice laced with worry.

“We don’t even know what happens to the girls Dean!” Sam said his computer almost falling off his lap as he threw his hands in the air.

Tyler was blending in. A fake smile of fun plastered on her face as she played volleyball with the college guys who wanted her attention and giggled like a love sick girly girl. This is supposed to be fun? I’d rather be at the shooting range. All the college boys did was check out her ass and her chest. She didn’t mind too much, it was nice to feel pretty for once, but she drew the line at touching.

So when she felt a hand tap her butt very firmly she whirled around ready to skewer whoever it was. She wasn’t totally prepared for a college boy to wink at her and bump a volley ball for one of his friend to pass over the net.

“Better pay attention there.” He grinned. She seethed.

“Then maybe you should stop distracting me. I would hate to see you unable to play.” She grinned at him and giggled then walked off the field. Some of the other guys called to her but she ignored them and moved on. The feeling of being watched took over as she went to her towel. All the waiting was ridiculous but she had the feeling like she was being watched since she had gotten out here.

Then her phone rang. Looking at the caller ID on the screen she saw it was Dean. “What? I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m kind of in the middle of something.” She talked kindly to Dean with a little giggle at the end like she wasn’t talking about the case they were working.

“Well while you were playing hard to get we did a little research.” Sam grumbled in the background. “Ok, ok! Sam did some research. Oh and there’s a geek that’s been watching you since you got there.”

“Dean, you’ve been checking me out haven’t you?” She giggled before continuing as the geek approached her. “Aww you big teddy bear! I always knew you weren’t as tough as you sounded! Hey I have to go someone is trying to talk to me.” She giggled and hung up on him.

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