“Hey honey, come look at this,” Anna called.
John, hanging up the coats since Anna had insisted they not leave Christian’s house looking like two vagrants were crashing there, didn’t reply. He tugged off his boots and put them next to Anna’s. True, it was nice to have a house to themselves, but it did belong to somebody else, someone they knew. John had done his share of b&e when it was necessary, but, well, this was different. There were pictures of Christian with an attractive brunette, including a few they’d obviously taken themselves by holding a camera at arm’s length. John knew Anna was right about treating the place with care.
“Hey honey,” Anna called, since he hadn’t responded. “I’m thinking I should have married a doctor.”
That got the reaction she was aiming for.
“What?!?” John said, crossing the ranch-style brick home to find her standing in the master bathroom.
Anna smiled over at him mischievously as he walked in and gazed around. Although he’d seen a woman’s coat hanging in the hallway closet, John had an idea Christian’s girlfriend stopped here only rarely; this was definitely a bachelor pad – dishes on the counter, shoes left where they fell, few decorations on the walls, a little chaos here and there. Except in the bathroom.
Done in a non-metallic bronze tile and elegant silver fixtures, the nearly spotless bathroom featured the latest clear glass shower with multiple misting shower heads, and a whirlpool bathtub of creamy ivory. It was at this that Anna was staring.
“Wow,” John said. “You could fit three or four people in that thing.”
“I was thinking,” Anna said slyly, “that it’s just right for two.”
“I was thinkin’ the shower looked right for two,” John said hopefully.
“We can try that one tomorrow,” Anna said, reaching over to twist the taps. Hot water began to cascade into the tub, and she added honey almond bubble bath to the flow, so that soon clean white foam began to rise with the water.
“Promise?” John said, shifting from one foot to the other. He’d never had the luxury of a tub like this, just the too-tiny hotel tubs that weren’t really fit for one, much less two, and prohibitive of any – physical action.
“Promise,” Anna said, and began to pin up her hair in a loose twist that meant dark red strands brushed her shoulders and accented her face. John knew he was done for at that moment, especially when she began to undress right there in front of him, casually, as if he wasn’t there.
“You always know how to get me to do what you want,” John said with a happy sigh, and began to undress.
Sam hung up the phone. He knew he shouldn’t be smiling, not with everything else that was going on, but he couldn’t help himself. Gees, was he 14 all over again? What was wrong with him? He felt like an idiot.
But a happy idiot. At least for now. Once Dean found out, things were going to get a lot rougher between them. Their relationship had already hit a rough patch, and it wasn’t going to get better, not when Dean heard this.
Nope, cross that bridge when you come to it, he told himself. Trying to get his brother into a receptive state of mind wasn’t going to be easy. Dean’s comments at Ladona were not helping, and Sam was tired of trying to talk to Dean about it. He’d hoped Alex would talk some sense into his brother, but until Nick was located, Alex was not going to be in any shape to address this issue or any other.
But she would understand Sam’s predicament, he was sure of it. When the time was right, he would tell Dad and he would talk to Alex, and then Dean. And maybe, just maybe, things would be okay between them. But instead, he feared the worst.
The group started researching again early the next morning after a quick breakfast of bacon, eggs, hash browns and wheat toast. (“I only make one meal,” Christian confessed to Ladona when he insisted he contribute by doing the cooking. But it was indeed a worthwhile meal, she had to admit. John insisted on cleanup, which meant she could enjoy a cup of coffee.) Then Christian, who was on leave from the hospital because of his upcoming trip, took the blow dart to his friend in diagnostics for testing, and came back to check on his patient. The diagnostics test confirmed what he’d suspected regarding the dart – a fast-acting sedative