Twilight: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 3

stunned, Darren leaned against the door. “Okay, I really didn’t expect to walk in on that. ”
Sam stifled a smirk. “Honestly, I’m not surprised. Dean’s been interested in her since they first met, and he usually gets who he wants.”
Darren let out a sigh. “So does Anne. I guess it was bound to happen.”
At that moment the door flew opened, sending Darren stumbling backward into Dean, who stood grinning on the other side. He’d pulled his sweatshirt back on. “Sorry about that,” he said, sounding not the least bit sorry. “We didn’t figure anybody would be back down here this soon.”
“It’s okay.” Darren glanced behind Dean as if afraid of what he might see. “Is Anne…um, decent? Lex wants us in the dining hall.”
“I’m right here.” Anne slipped through the door, clothes back in place and jacket zipped to her chin. Her face was flaming red. “What does Lex want?”
“She’s going to tell us why the cops are here,” Darren answered.
A look of smug satisfaction crossed Anne’s face. “Good. I need to talk to her after she gets done.”
“Okay, well, I guess we’re off. See you guys later.” With a nod at Sam and Dean, Darren headed in the direction of the dining hall with Anne beside him.
As they left, Anne shot a glare at Sam. The pure hatred in her eyes made his blood run cold. He stood beside Dean in the open doorway, watching Anne and Darren and wondering if he ought to keep a closer eye on her.
Dean’s warm palm closed over Sam’s wrist. “Let’s go to your cabin. I need to tell you and Bo something.”
Curious, Sam followed Dean inside while he gathered his jacket and cameras. “What is it?”
“Not yet.” Dean pulled his knit cap onto his head and led Sam back out into the dim afternoon. “Y’all both need to hear this.”
Sam studied Dean’s profile as the two of them trudged through the fast-mounting snow. Dean’s expression was unusually grim, his stride full of purpose in a way Sam rarely saw when they weren’t actively investigating. He wondered what had his friend so worried.
When they reached the cabin, Dean bounded up the steps and rapped hard on the door. “Bo, it’s me and Sam, can we come in?”
“Yeah, it’s open,” Bo called from inside.
Dean opened the door, dragged Sam inside and shut the door behind them. Bo lay on the bottom bunk, a pillow folded double beneath his head and a notebook resting on his bent knees. His hiking boots and jacket lay on the floor. He set his pen on the bed beside him and gave them a curious look.
“Anne and Darren saw you,” Dean blurted out before Bo could speak. “They were cleaning the cabin next door, and when they came out they saw you and Sam standing in the doorway here, kissing.”
Putting his notebook down, Bo covered his face with both hands. “Wonderful.”
“How did you know that?” Sam stared at Dean, his eyes widening. “Oh, my God. Anne told you.”
Dean nodded. “I’d gone down to the staff quarters to get my camera so I could take some pictures of the snow. She came busting in, and asked me did I know y’all were ‘fucking queers’, as she put it.”
“What did you say?” Taking his jacket off and hanging it over the back of the chair, Sam sat on the bed at Bo’s feet and rested a hand on Bo’s knee. To his relief, Bo didn’t move away. He needed to touch Bo right now.
“Nothing. She kept on ranting about the evils of being gay for like ten minutes before I could get a word in edgewise. I just let her talk. I figured as long as she was yacking my ear off, she couldn’t be spilling the beans to anyone else.” Dean plopped into the chair. “When she finally settled down some, she said she was gonna go tell Lex and Carl about your quote-unquote unprofessional behavior. So I distracted her.”
Sam’s mouth fell open. “You distracted her? Jesus, Dean, you two were practically fucking on the couch.”
Bo let his hands drop. His face radiated shock. “What?”
“Sam and Darren walked in on me and Anne making out.” Grimacing, Dean ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up in all directions. “I’m glad it didn’t go any further than that, ’cause there’s no way I could’ve gotten it up after what all she said.”
“You mean to say that even though you’ve been flirting with her since the second you met her, you didn’t want to fuck her?” Sam shook his head. “Fickle, Dean. Very fickle.”
“Well excuse me if I stop finding people attractive when they go