[19] soul selling business

                                    

                                          
CHAPTER NINETEEN ; SOUL SELLING BUSINESS
season 2 episode 8
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"THANK YOU." Selene thanked the waitress who placed a plant full of blueberry pancakes in front of her, Selene beamed as she happily dug into them. 
Currently, the three of them were on their way to the next case that Sam found, but they all got hungry and stopped to get something to eat. Selene sat next to Sam and across from Dean, Dean was eating away a burger and Sam wasn't bothered with food as he had his nose practically stuck in his laptop. 
Selene took a mouthful of the blueberry pancakes and hummed at the delicious flavours melting into her tastebuds. Dean reached forward and took some of it off her plate, when he sees how good he is, him and Selene share a knowing look as she says, "Good, isn't it?" Dean hummed in agreement.
Selene didn't mind sharing, she actually put some on a fork and handed it over to Sam. He declined it at first, but Selene insisted he at least eat something—so Sam accepted it and found it very pleasant.
"So much for our low profiles. Dean, you got a warrant in St. Louis and now you're officially in the Feds' database." Sam tells him as he looks over his screen.
Dean proudly smirks as he states, "I'm like Dillinger or something." 
Selene shakes her head, "This is serious, Dean." 
Sam nods his head in agreement, "She's right, it makes the job harder. We gotta be more careful now." Sam tells them as he mindlessly takes a fork and as another bite of her food, Selene didn't care. She's gotten used to sharing about everything with these boys, and they've gotten used to sharing with her. Selene was currently even wearing on of Sam's jackets, because she forget hers in the car.
"You two make an annoying pair." Dean tells them matched with a harmless eye roll, "What do they got on you guys?"
Selene leans more towards Sam's shoulder as she tried to look at his screen, "Lena, you're uh—clean and I'm..." Sam searched for his name in the database, and Selene watches as nothing pops up for him either, "I'm sure they just haven't posed it yet."
"Hit refresh." Selene tells Sam as she reaches over and hits it for him, both of their names are on the screen with nothing. Not a single damn thing about them and their crimes committed. "I broke Sam out, shot a cop and impersonated a lawyer, I think I deserve to be wanted."
Dean grins as he tries to maintain a straight face bringing a hand and placing it over top of hers as he says, "Princess, you are wanted." Selene pushes his hand off, knowing that he was just teasing her. Selene crossed her arms over her chest and huffed out like a child, taking an angry mouthful of her food.
"You guys are just jealous." Dean tells them with a laugh.
"No we're not." Selene and Sam both said in sync, they should be glad that they aren't in the database but they committed crimes too. They should be in there.
Dean laughs at them and shakes his head, "Alright, sure. What do you have on the case there you innocent, harmless, young man?"
Sam closes his laptop as he pushes it to the side and grabs the newspaper from under it.  Sam reads off it it, "Architect Sean Boyden plummeted to his death from the roof of his home condominium he designed. He called animal control two days earlier saying he saw a vicious, wild black god. The authorities couldn't find it and no one else saw it. The authorities are confused about how a wild black dog could get past the doorman, take the elevator and roam the halls of the cushiest joint in town. Two days later, he took a swan dive."