Fatal Attractions

"This old man he played one, he played knick knack with his thumb, with a knick knack paddy whack; give the dog a bone. This old man came rolling home." I sang, quietly as I did some research on my laptop.

Sam chuckled as he sat beside me on his laptop. we were both doing some research on the current case the guys were on. Some young, college girl had died in a car crash, but her grave was surrounded by dead plants. It was odd enough for us.

"This old man, he played two, He played knick knack with my shoe, With a Knick, knack, paddy whack, Give the dog a bone; This old man came rolling home." Sam sang along, filling in the next verse.

I chuckled at him, singing the next line. "This old man, he played three, He played knick knack on my knee, With a Knick, knack, paddy whack, Give the dog a bone; This old man came rolling home."

"This old man, he played four, He played knick knack at my door, With a Knick, knack, paddy whack, Give the dog a bone; This old man came rolling home." Sam sang again.

This continued for awhile until Dean got frustrated of our singing and shut us up. He went back top flipping through the channels on the TV. Sam went back to work while I looked at information on my father.

As hard as I tried not to think about him, it just didn't work like i had wanted. Just knowing my old man was still alive was enough to drive me insane. Why had he stayed away from me? What was he hiding that he never once came to see me?

I heard Sam humming another nursery rhyme and I smiled.

"Ba Ba black sheep, have you any wool?" I sang out.

"Yes sir yes sir, Three bags full. One for the master, one for the dame." Sam sang.

"And one for the little boy who lived down the lane." I sang after him.

I started laughing at our childness as Sam started singing to another nursery ryhme. I loved how he kew how to cheer me up when I felt down. I looked over to Dean. He looked like he was going to murder us if we didn't stop singing. That only made Sam and I laugh harder.

"Are you two even working?" Dean snapped.

"Of course we are. No thanks to you." Sam snapped back.

"Chill, Dean. We're just having some fun." I said.

"Well, cut it out. I hate nursery ryhmes."

I giggled at that. When we were little, Sam used to have me sing nursery ryhmes all night long. Eventually, Dean and John had gotten tired of me always singing them, so I would get sent outside with Sam. It was always a fun thing Sam and I would do just to irritate Dean.

I shook my head as Sam found some information. He started talking with Dean about the case they were on. I sighed as I lapsed back into my own world. Soon, the guys would be gone and I would be left alone again.

I doubt Castiel would come to see me after how he had yelled at me last time. I still didn't understand why it was such a big deal to want to see my father. What kind of person could he be? Would he know what I was? Maybe that's why he's stayed away.

I sighed as I shut my laptop and laid back on my bed. I didn't know what I was going to do. I didn't even know who I was. And something deep within me knew that if I could find tht old man again then I would know for sure. He would tell me.

I knew he need me. But why? Why was I so important to everyone? What did they all want? I shook my head as I heard Dean call for me. i looked over to him, noticing we were alone. Where had Sam gone?

"He went to go question the vitim's family." Dean answered my unspoken question.

"Oh, I see."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I wil be. It's just a lot to take in." I muttered.

"Want me to help make it disappear for a while?"

I laughed at that. Dean never really asked when he wanted to do what he had in mind. He normally just went for it. And because I couldn't find a reason to tell him no, I allowed him. I nodded my head to Dean, deciding to just take advantage of this moment while I could.

Dean's lips gently pressed against mine as he pushed me back on the bed. I felt the butterflies well up in my stomach again. How long had it been since I had actually felt this way? I had been so caught up in all my problems that I stopped looking at what I had right in front of me?

I had stopped living.