A/N: Hey, it's been awhile hasn't it? Well, I was going through my old files and found this story just hanging out and begging to be posted. It's far from finished but I hope to finish it. Let me know what ya'll think!
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Cases had dried up lately. Ever since Yellow-Eyes bit the bullet a few weeks ago, demons had nearly vanished, along with most other supernatural creatures. The fact that Ellen had even found a case, well, that was good news because Dean wasn't quite ready for the white-picket fence life just yet. A life spent hunting left him almost clueless as to starting over. Hell, all he really knew was hunting and hustling. And that wasn't really something he could put on a resume.
Sam still had a few months before fall classes started and Dean couldn't blame the kid for going back. But he couldn't just yet. No, he wasn't quite ready to try normal. Sammy threw a bitch fit once Dean agreed to take the case. Said there was no point. Yellow-Eyes was dead and gone. Their revenge had been had.
"There's a something supernatural out there, Sammy. It's killing innocent people. Now tell me there's no point," Dean argued, not budging on his decision. He sent a look to his kid brother, just daring him to argue, green eyes hard in his determination.
Sam pressed his lips together, biting back his words. His brother was right, though he was reluctant to admit it. He sighed, "Alright." He'd do this one last case with his brother, but then he was done. He still yearned for a normal life, now more than ever since the threat of the demon that killed their mom and Jess was gone.
With that settled, they left the Roadhouse with the case file that Ellen had given them. It was nearly a thousand miles away, somewhere in Idaho, and would take them two days just to get there.
Sam sat in the passenger seat, going over the notes that Ellen had compiled. They were actually very thorough, considering the woman had never gone on a hunt. But she was the wife of a hunter, so he supposed he shouldn't be too surprised. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Dean change out cassettes, turning the music up when AC/DC began playing.
It was another hour before Sam gave up, after cross-checking dad's journal. His eyes were starting to burn and the sun was setting, making reading even more difficult.
"Figure it out, genius?" Dean asked and Sam groaned.
"One victim was a married man with two kids. He hung himself in the attic. Papers claim he had no history of depression," Sam said before flipping to another article. "The other was a woman, a dentist. She took a gun to her head that same night, and again, no history of depression."
"Any connection?"
"As a matter of fact, yeah. She was the first victim's dentist."
Dean took a quick glance at the article, at the picture of the dentist. She was blonde, had a great pair of tits and Dean whistled. He sent a knowing look to his brother before turning his gaze to the road, "Bet ten bucks they did the nasty."
Sam glared, "The guy had a wife and kids."
Dean smirked, "Just sayin', Sammy. Woman like that…" A grin crossed his lips.
Sam noticed his brother getting a distant look in his eyes, lopsided grin gracing his features. He hummed and nodded his head before stepping on the gas, passing a slow-moving car on the highway. Sam scoffed, shaking his head.
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Turned out Dean was right, they discovered two days later. Still hadn't figured out what killed the pair, but it struck again the moment they arrived in the small town. A young woman overdosed on pain killers, while a businessman jumped from the building he worked at.
"So, something is killing people that have affairs," Dean summed as he shrugged off his black suit jacket. They'd just finished investigating the woman's apartment, which had turned up nothing.
"Something," Sam agreed as he slumped into the uncomfortable hotel chair, flipping on his computer to check the local papers. He stared at the screen, reading through anything that might give them a better lead. An hour later, he leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes. "Nothing but a bunch of marriage announcements."
Dean sent his brother a look, "Well, it's June. Kinda a popular month, isn't it?"
Sam blinked, the words ringing in his ears. He sat up quickly, closing out of the page and opening a search engine. The older hunter watched curiously, "Dude, mind tellin' me what's goin' on in that giant head of yours?"
He received a glare and after a long moment, Sam cheered, "I think I figured it out. Check this out," he said and tilted the screen while Dean approached, leaning over his brother's shoulder to look at the computer screen. "Juno is the Roman goddess of marriage and women. It is said the month of June, the month of weddings, has been named after her."
"So you think this Juno chick could be behind the suicides?" Dean questioned as he stood back.
"It's the only lead we've got," Sam commented as he shut down the computer with a wide yawn. "I'll do more research in the morning."
"Go get your beauty sleep," Dean smirked as he grabbed his car keys. Sam gave him a bitchface, but Dean ignored it, "Goin' for a ride."
One of his favorite things to do was driving. He loved the Impala, it was the one constant in his life, never letting him down. Just listening to the low rumble of her engine and Dean relaxed. He put in a cassette, some Zeppelin, before turning out of the parking lot.
He thought about going to a bar. Could really use a drink, or several. It'd been just a few weeks since Dad died and Dean was still reeling over what had happened. He'd had nightmares since it happened, couldn't get the images out of his head. He was dead tired, wanted to catch a few solid hours of sleep, but at the same time, he was reluctant to return to the hotel.
In the end, he returned when he was no longer able to keep his eyes open. He collapsed on the bed, asleep in minutes.
