InsaneJournal

Day Four - Late Morning
Who: Sam Winchester & Luna Lovegood
What: Investigating
When: Late Morning
Where: The woods near the church/graveyard
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete

Sam wasn't sure, but he thought that the sky looked like it was working towards more rain. He moved a little faster through the graveyard, looking for any newly dug graves or overturned earth. He'd left Dean behind at the museum with Shannon, not entirely sure what had been done to his brother or if the amnesia was temporary or permanent. As much as he'd thought about how much better he'd feel if Dean was there with him, he'd never imagined that it would be a Dean who didn't remember who he was or who Sam was. This version of Dean only made him miss his usual take charge brother even more.

With Dean somewhat incapacitated, Sam wasn't sure whether or not his instincts or reflexes would be fast enough in his current state, he'd had taken it upon himself to try to find the person or thing behind the body of the murdered woman in the woods. He didn't really trust anyone else to go with him, afraid that they might slow him down or get in the way. He'd combed the journals for the exact location of the body but had been unable to find it, though he did think it was odd that the newcomer, Rorschach, seemed hesitant about telling anyone else where the body was buried. He'd decided to start near the cemetery, thinking that if someone were to bury someone that might be their first stop, at least if they had any religious leanings, but once he got there he caught sight of Roschach's handwriting saying that the grave had been in the woods and unmarked.

He stopped at the edge of the cemetery gates and stared out into the woods. He didn't have any weapon except for the hunting knife he'd gained when he and Luna had taken out the wolves. He hadn't even really told Shannon or Dean about his plans, afraid that one or both of them might have some objections to it despite the fact that he needed a case to wrap his mind around, a puzzle to work out so that he could take his mind of his current situation. Normally he wouldn't think about going into the woods without some kind of backup, but without Dean he didn't really have a choice. He sighed heavily, kneeling down and taking the knife out of it's hiding place in his sock before straightening up and moving towards the woods. Twenty minutes in he thought he'd caught the trail of someone. He followed the footsteps and broken twigs to a small clearing with dense foliage and the dim silhouette of a woman sitting on an overturned log. He paused, thinking he recognized the humming.

"Luna?" He asked, moving forward. "What are you doing out here?"