impala_dean (impala_dean) wrote in endless_epitaph, @ 2009-03-10 21:29:00 |
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Mystery Machine Rides Again
Who: Dean and Sam Winchester
When: January 21st
Where: On the road to Nebraska
Rating: PG 13
Notes: Sam and Dean are on a road trip. Trying to stop the seals from being opened and the Devil himself from being released.
The Impala roared down the back roads of some no name town as Dean Winchester rocked out to Whitesnake’s “Here I Go Again”. His brother Sam rubbed his forehead as Dean sang loudly and off key along with the classic rock band.
“Dean.”
But his brother didn’t hear him. He was too busy rocking out.
“Dean,” Sam said louder this time turning down the music.
“Sammy we’ve been through this. Never touch a man’s music when he’s rocking out. It’s a law.”
“Yeah, I studied law. I don’t remember it.”
“You weren’t looking in the right books then. So tell me more about this case since you’ve ruined my fun,” Dean said turning a small glare to his brother.
“There have been a lot of mysterious deaths up in Lincoln. A couple guys. Married man found a bassinet out on his front door and when he opened it, it turned out to be poisonous snakes. Another guy was bitten by spiders.”
“Sounds like plagues. Think Lilith is some way involved?”
“Possibly,” Sam said flipping through one of his books. “But something about this is kind of familiar.”
“What else could it be?”
“Not sure. Won’t know until we poke around. Talk to the widow and spider guy’s family.”
“Awesome. Until then…”
Dean turns his music back up and speeds up as he the duo head to Lincoln, Nebraska.
A day later the two brothers found a motel in town and got into their suits. The first stop was to the widow of the man who had found a bassinet in his front porch.
They knocked on the front door and a tired looking young woman opened the door.
“Yes? Can I help you,” she asked.
“Mrs. Carmichael.” Dean said pulling out his badge. “I’m Agent Young. This is my partner Agent Johnson.”
Sam looked at Dean for a second and turned to the woman. “We’re here to talk to you about your husband’s death.”
“I told the police everything I know. Why would the FBI be involved,” she asked.
“Well, it’s possible that your husbands’ death could be the work of a serial killer that we’ve been tracking. Uncle Sam sent us to check, just to be thorough. Could we come inside,” Dean asked.
She nodded and let them in.
She hands Dean a picture of her and her husband. “That was Michael. I still can’t believe he’s gone. Who would do that to him?”
“We don’t know. Did your husband have any enemies? People who might have a grudge against him,” Sam asked.
“I already went through this with the police…”
“We know,” Dean said trying to calm her. “We just want to hear it from you. You know police files. It’s always written from the officer’s point of view.”
“It will help our investigation.”
She sighed. “They suspected me at first. My husband…he wasn’t always faithful. But we were working on our marriage when he died. Counseling, marriage therapy, everything we could think of. He was even going to quit his job at the law office. Wanted to start his own firm.”
She wiped tears from her eyes.
“I never knew who he had the affair with, maybe one of them went after them.”
“Walk us through the day your husband died. The reports said something about a bassinet. Seemed kind of strange wouldn’t you think,” Sam asked.
“I don’t quite understand it myself. The bassinet was covered. So, he couldn’t see what was inside. The note said not to open it until I got home. He was always impatient. When he opened it…”
She took a breath.
“There were snakes inside…they somehow attacked him before he could get away. Is there anything else? I really don’t want to talk about this.”
Dean nodded. “Of course ma’am. We’re sorry to bring this up.”
The brothers both stood. “Is there anyway we could poke around in his office? Might catch something the cops missed.”
She nodded and went to a desk drawer and pulled out a key ring.
“This is to his office downtown. The other one is for his personal storage unit. Stuff he couldn’t let go of during his single days. Might find something there too.”
Dean took the keys. “Thank you very much. And we’re sorry for your loss.”
The two got into their car and headed to the storage unit.
“Something about this sounds familiar,” Sam said reading over the notes.
“What in snakes in a bassinet ringing on your weird vibes?”
“I’ve heard of something like that before. I just can’t remember where. The spider bite thing too.”
“Relax genius. We’ll figure it out. We always do. You brains, me brawn,” Dean said with a smirk.
“Kind of feel sorry for the widow though. Real tragedy,” Sam said closing his note pad and rubbing his eyes.
“So, any ideas on what we could be up against Sammy?”
“Well, the murders seem to all be targeting males. But snakes and spiders? Just doesn’t make sense. Where have I heard all of this before?”
Dean pulled into the parking lot of the storage unit.
“Tell you what, we’ll poke around here, see if we find a lead, get some food and then you can do whatever you do on that computer of yours to find what all this stuff might mean.”
The two got out and looked around the storage unit.
“Well, will say this, guy has typical single guy stuff. Futon, dartboard, dude…is that what I think it is,” Dean asked going to a huge box.
“Dean…”
“It is. Heh heh! Dirty magazine stash. Michael you old hound,” Dean said flipping through it. He opens the centerfold. “Well, hello Miss October.”
“Dean. We don’t have time for that. Are you going to help or what?”
“Relax Sammy; don’t get your panties in a bunch.”
Dean put the magazine in his jacket and looked around, moving some stuff and finds a black book.
“Bingo. Got it.”
“Got what,” Sam asked.
“His black book, we make some calls find out who some of the last people dated were. Woman scorned,” he said waving the black book.
Sam eyes popped open. Dean knew that look.
“What?”