"A trickster? You sure?", Dean shot a brief look at Sam and went back to trying to fix the EMF meter in his hands.
"Looks like it", his brother said, his eyes fixed on the laptop on the table in front of him, "I mean, all the clues are there- some bizarre accidents were reported in the last couple of weeks, including witnesses swearing that they saw, and I quote," the Powerpuff Girls beating a man to death before stealing his wallet and flying away".
"Dude, the Powerpuff Girls", Dean exclaimed, suddenly excited.
Sam glanced at his brother with a disturbed expression on his face.
"Dean, they're like, seven."
"Miss Bellum isn't", a mischievous smirk appeared on his lips and he winked at Sam, who just snorted and turned his attention back to the news report on the screen.
"Anyway, it says here that the guy, Chuck Saunders, worked at a gas station before he got sacked due to intolerable behavior at the work place."
"Meaning?"
"Doesn't say. So you think it's worth checking out?" Sam asked, scrolling down for more information but that seemed to be the end of the article.
"Yeah, yeah, sure", Dean said absent-mindedly with his whole attention now turned to the EMF device on his lap."Come on, baby", he murmured and pressed the button which usually did the trick.
Nothing happened.
The older Winchester groaned in frustration and tossed the damn thing on the bed.
Sam smiled at his big brother.
"Well, it seems that you can't turn everything on, Dean. Don't worry, it happens to the best of us."
"It happens to the best of usSHUDDUP", Dean made a grimace and imitated his brother in a high-pitched voice before shooting him a dirty look.
"Jerk."
"Bitch. So? We going or not?", Sam raised his eyebrows expecting an answer.
"Where is that we're going again?"
"Happyland."
Dean awarded him with a dead-pan expression.
"Sam, have you been huffing glue?"
"Happyland, Oklahoma", Sam clarified.
His brother threw his hands in the air as a sign of complete and utter resignation.
"Well, it's not like we have anything better to do now, is it? What the Hell, start packing up."