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"Twelve men and three women dead in the past three years. And it was gruesome, Dean. Coroner reported that the bodies underwent excessive mutilation…before death. These people were tortured." Sam looked over at Dean who was looking straight ahead.
"And?" Dean asked flippantly, drumming his fingers on top of the wheel.
"No trace of who or what did this." Sam answered.
"Awesome. Sound like a job for the wonder boy and man." Dean said cheekily.
"Who's the boy in that duo?" Sam asked raising an eyebrow.
Dean snorted. "Like you need to even ask."
Dean chuckled as Sam hit him over the head. The car purred as Dean stepped on the gas. The field on either side of the road was flat and full of wheat. The sun was up and a baby blue sky gave the day a dream like quality. In front of them, Haven, the town where the murders had taken place, stood picturesque – gingerbread houses and cobbled streets.
"Well hello Disney." Dean muttered looking around with weariness and a certain amount of disgust.
"It's beautiful." Sam said quietly, weariness also evident in his tone.
"You know something is fucked up when everything is this pretty." People on the sidewalk who saw the loud car turned and waved.
"Are those people waving at us?" Dean asked in disbelief.
"I th-think so." Sam stuttered, returning a wave.
"…fuck me." Dean muttered. "Sam, I think we might have just entered Hell."
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The doorbell gave a charming chime as Dean kicked it open.
"Be careful." Sam hissed beside him. Dean grunted his acknowledgment.
"May I help you?" A nice older lady, with her white hair pinned up in a neat bun, asked from behind the counter.
"Hello, ma'am. I'm Agent Jonson and this is my partner Agent Scully." Sam said. Dean shot him a dirty look at the Scully reference. "We're here about the deaths that have taken place in the past three years. It's very surprising for you to have such a high death rate, I hear."
The older woman sighed. "Yes, it's unfortunate. Haven has always been safe. It still is. I don't know why such a terrible thing started happening here."
"I know, it very sad." Sam used his best consoling voice. "But can you tell us if anything happened three years ago. Did a new person move into the town?"
"No, we never get new people, except for the children born to the residents. Haven has never been well known. I don't even think that it's listed on most maps. And frankly, we'd like to keep it that way."
"The victims. Did you know them?" Dean asked roughly.
The woman's head snapped to Dean. "Yes I did. Everyone knew them. We know each other here Agent Scully. We take care of each other. We don't hurt each other." The woman was clearly insulted.
"I'm not insinuating that anyone in the town killed them. These are just routine questions ma'am." Dean soothed charmingly. The woman seemed placated because her hand stopped twitching.
"Are the victims of the family here as well?" Sam asked.
"Yes. All of them were husbands or wives with children." The woman's voice wobbled with her emotional distress. "Who would do this to them? They were good people." She asked, looking dazedly into the distance.
The brothers exchanged looks. Who indeed?
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"I can't believe this town doesn't have one motel, or a freaking inn. I'd think they'd at least have some charming little inn where Hansel and Gretel could gorge themselves." Dean said peevishly stabbing into his delicious pancakes.
"Stop being so loud Dean, I don't think these people appreciate your language." Sam said looking up from their father's journal.
Dean looked around the diner to see some faces looking at him in distress. He gave them a roguish grin and stuffed the pancake into his mouth. His cheeks bulged with the treat.
"Well what the hell are we supposed to do now?" He asked, his mouth full.
Sam sighed in annoyance – in part because of their situation and in part because of Dean's disgusting eating habits. "We'll figure something out."
"Umm excuse me." They heard a sweet voice next to their table. The brothers turned their heads simultaneously. In front of them stood a short woman, with blonde curly hair and a dimpled smile. "I couldn't help but overhear that you had no place to stay."
"Yeah, that's right." Dean said taking in her figure. She was short, but packed. Like a pin up girl from the fifties; round in all the right places.
"That's terrible. I can't believe nobody's offered you a place to stay." She said looking distraught. The brothers shared a look. Of course no one would offer a room to a complete stranger, that would be insane, not to mention dangerous.
"You're going to stay with me, then." The woman said brightly. The brothers straightened in surprise. Dean was unhappy. Of course the girl was insane. He looked at her body again. Then again, insane chicks were wild in bed.
"We couldn't possibly…." "Thanks." The brothers looked at each other.
"Dean we shouldn't impose on the nice lady." Sam said shooting him a dirty look.
"Sammy, she asked, and I don't wanna sleep in my car." He turned back to the woman and stood up. He found that he was much taller than she. He felt good all of a sudden, he felt powerful. Sam's height was a blow to Dean's ego, but this little woman blew it right back up. And there was something else. Another feeling – still something like power…but better.
"Thank you, we'd love to stay with you." Dean's full lips stretched into a lazy grin. The woman smiled right back and Dean felt his grin slip. Insecurity and fear assailed him. He wanted his father John, the big rough guy from his childhood, to take care of him. No, no. He wasn't a scared little kid anymore. He was 26, for fucks sake. What was wrong with him?
He looked into the woman's bright blue eyes.
He needed his mommy. He needed to be held.
"I'm Madeline." She offered.
"I'm Dean. This is my brother Sam." He gestured dazedly to the still sitting Sam who was looking at the woman with something close to adoration.
"Yeah, we'd love to stay with you." Sam said still starring at Madeline intently.
She continued to smile.
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They drove a little ways out of town, into an area populated with tall treats. The further they drove, the more narrow the road became until the car could barely fit. Finally a house emerged, small yet cheery with yellow shutters and flowerbeds surrounding it. The front lawn was littered with small fruit trees and wild flowers.
"This is where you live?" Dean asked in disbelief.
"Yes, this is my home." Madeline answered from the back seat. Dean parked the car in front of the white picket fence which surrounded the property, and turned off the engine. Both of the brothers got out of the car and looked around.
"I keep expecting the seven dwarfs to come singing out of that house." Dean whispered to Sam. Sam silently agreed. They started heading towards the house until they realized that Madeline hadn't joined them. They turned around to see her sitting primly in the back seat, smiling patiently at them. They looked at each other in confusion, then Sam seemed to get it. He ran back to the car and held the car door open for Madeline.
"Sorry." He said smiling sheepishly at her. She looked at his bambi eyes and instantly forgave him. Both boys seemed to lack a matriarchal presence in their life, a few bad manners would be easily forgiven.
"Thank you Sam." Madeline said. There was praise in her words which made Sam smile happily. She got out, then smoothed out the creases in her dress, positioned her purse over her shoulder just so, and when she felt herself presentable, started walking toward the door.
When she passed Dean, she paused a moment to say. "Dean dear, you never walk in front of a lady, you always walks next to her." She said. Dean felt shame and embarrassment and the gentle scolding.
"Sorry." He said. Madeline waited. Dean stuffed his hands into his pockets, lowered his head and felt like a little boy again. Awkward and not knowing anything.
"Honey, offer me your arm." Madeline said looking at him with her bright blue eyes. Dean looked up quickly, shock clearly written on his face. He apologized again and offered her his arm, like he had seen men do in movies. He hoped he was doing it right. When she took his arms and looped hers through it, Dean felt like he had done well. Madeline turned slowly around and motioned for Sam to join her other side. He did and offered her his arms, just as he had seen Dean do. She took it and arm in arm they walked towards the brightly colored door.
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"Would you boys like some cookies and milk?" Madeline asked once they entered the home. The inside of the house was just as cheery as the outside. It was filled with sunlight and flowers and the scent of the outdoors. The clean outdoors. Not the blood covered hunting grounds of monsters and spirits, but the wonderfully clean scent of nature unpolluted.
"Yes, please." They said in unison.
Madeline ushered them into the kitchen and set them down at the small table. The chairs creaked under their weight, but did not collapse. She brought the cookies on fragile china saucers that had a small floral design on the bottom. She placed them on the table, and set down at on the only empty chair. The boys dug in while she smiled indulgently. A brown lock fell over Sam's forehead and she brushed it away tenderly.
Sam stopped eating at her action and closed his eyes. "Is everything okay, Sammy?" She asked.
He looked at her radiant smile. "No, everything is perfect." He smiled and went back to eating.
Dean stopped eating the cookie he was currently on. He looked at Madeline. She gave him a small smile. There was something wrong about all this. Because it was almost like she was his mother… like he was supposed to love Madeline. He looked at her lips. He wanted them wrapped around his cock.
"Dean." The lips mouthed.
"Yes?" Dean asked in confusion. Madeline was confusing him and making him horny.
"May I please have another one, Mom?" Sam asked politely.
"Only one. Then I think you both need a nap." She said pleasantly.
Dean stopped chewing. There was something wrong. He looked up and watched as Madeline's hips swayed from side to side. Nice ass. Wait, weren't they here for a hunt? They needed to find the thing that was murdering all those people. Madeline turned around with her amazing smile. And Dean forgot what he was thinking about.