Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, I do however own Penelope and all others you do not know
A/N:I'm still not into Supernatural, so my other stories are going to be suffering a bit. I am however going to be updating a few, I have a little inspiration for a few, and have promised I would update TWO chapters for Ziggy Mo. Thank you so much for your help! She helped me out a lot, this story, nor the titles, would be as good if it wasn't for her.
So this story is going to be a series, so far I have four planned. I hope you like it. Enjoy! and Happy Reading!
Summary: A murder suspected to be supernatural foul play has the Winchester brothers investigating the small town of Kill Devil Hills, North Carolina where they mistake a young girl of being the one involved. Refusing to believe that she is all but innocent, Dean forces her to tag along on their paranormal road trip.
Sam frowned down at the picture in his hand, the young man's smiling facing staring back at him left a twisting feeling in his gut.
"Marvin was a good boy, I just don't get why--" The woman let out a sob and blew her nose. "How could this happen?"
"That's what we're here to figure out, Ma'am." Dean replied as he doodled in his notebook. "Did Mervin have an--"
"Marvin. His name is Marvin." The woman threw a sharp glare in Dean's direction.
Dean chuckled uncomfortably and looked over at Sam with an arched brow as the woman blew her nose again.
"Did Marvin have any enemies? Why someone would want to kill him?"
"No, he was--"
"A good boy." Dean drawled out. "Yeah, we got that. Could you give us the names of his friends?"
"He didn't have many friends, the only person he was close to was that neighbor girl." The woman jerked her head to the right.
Sam's brows drew together as he set the photo down and moved to sit next to his brother. "Neighbor girl?"
"Penelope." She bit the word out as though it put a nasty taste in her mouth. "There's something not right with that girl."
Both brother's ears perked up at that and they slid up further on their seats.
"Not right, how?" Sam asked curiously.
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