The sales assistant, a petite, dark haired woman roughly in her twenties finally arrives at the counter and asks "Can I help you sir?" in a small voice.
Sam wakes up from he daydream that he fell into, "Err (scratches head)..yeah, .my brother here (pointing at Dean) is interested in purchasing that magic eight ball - right Dean?".
"That's right Sammy,….hi there" Dean says equipped with his usually disarming smile. He can't help but notice her perfume as he shakes her gentle hand - a potent concoction of white musk and vanilla luring him in. "How much is this magic eight ball". He checks the assistant's nametag - "Wendy?".
"Twenty dollars"
"For that piece of junk?" Sam asks, laughing in disbelief. "Dean, you can't waste your money on that".
"Sure I can, anything for this pretty lady" Dean replies whilst checking out a stunned Wendy.
Can we get some extra cheese to go with that? Sam thinks to himself. Dean immediately gives his younger bro a curious look as if he can mind read.
Wendy, who hasn't seen a good looking guy in her hometown for two years, yields under Dean's charm and quickly blurts out "you can have it for ten bucks if you want, it was going for twenty only because of the rumours going around".
Both of the boys simultaneously raise their eyebrows in curiosity and chime in "Rumours?" .
"Well…" Wendy says hesitantly, "this may sound crazy but apparently this eight ball is the real deal".
Dean and Sam's eyebrows are still risen as they wait to hear the rest of the story.
"I received this object from a local called Steve Joplin this morning, he lost Nancy his wife in a bizarre accident about four days ago, you might have heard about it?"
"Vaguely" answers Sam. "Poor guy, that must have been awful".
"Yes, it was. I actually knew Nancy, me and her went to the same church but in the last month she changed (Wendy shrugs). Rumours are that there was something more to her death, I am not sure what though but her husband Steve, thinks it has to do with this" (looks cautiously at the magic eight ball). "Poor Steve, he has been through a lot lately, he used to have his head screwed on tight but in the last few days the stuff he comes up with honestly makes me worried for him. The story is all over the front page in the local paper but all the details are a bit fuzzy really"
After hearing this, Dean immediately and hastily hands his weather stained ten bucks over, "we will take it".
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