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This is a stand alone piece. With some references to the pass 6 seasons. Please leave a review! Follow! Enjoy!
Chapter 3: The Case
Sam and Dean were getting settled into they're motel room. After a three-day ride it was just nice to be able to lay their head down on an actual pillow. The motel was decorated in an 80's motif. The room they were given was a little garish. It was an ode to the pop prince himself.
"It looks like Purple Rain made a visit here." Dean scoffed.
Sam looked around and laughed. He shook his head in agreement. Dean was right of course. It did look like it. All it needed was a purple motorcycle to complete the room. Walking over to the bed by the wall, Sam threw his dufflebag on the bed. Not really caring what it looked like. All Sam wanted to do is take a shower and go to bed. The last couple days was hard ones. Sleep is all he wanted to do.
Dean meanwhile, had placed a six-pack and a whiskey bottle in the frig. Seeing that Sam had chosen his bed, Dean goes over to the other one. Flopping down and stretches.
Thinking to himself, "If this was going to be our home for a few days, one way or the other, I'm gonna to find a way to enjoy myself."
Looking over to the nightstand, Dean seen his favorite toy in the whole world. Magic Fingers. A grin spread from one ear to another. He reaches in his front pants pocket and pulls out a couple of quarters. Placing them into the machine. Pushing the button. The bed started to vibrate.
"Really Dude. We just got here!" Sam stated smartly.
"Nothing like good vibrations Sammy." Dean teases.
Sam just rolls his eyes. Anything that makes that man happy was fine enough for him. Sam hoped that Dean doesn't notice the Casa Erotica advertisement on top of the T.V. Hoping magic fingers will keep him entertained for while. Sam pulls out some toiletries out of his bag, when his phone rings. Looking at the caller id, a friendly and familiar face stares back at him.
"Hey there Bobby." Sam said through a smile.
"What are you idjits up to?" Bobby asked.
"Not much, we just got into Woodmoor, Colorado...(with a giggle) Sitting in a room straight out of Purple Rain." Sam said smirking.
Bobby had to laugh. Some of the rooms those boys get kills him. A few weeks ago, they were in motel that hadn't changed its decor since 1950 something. Dean bitched for the whole week that it didn't even have a TV. or air conditioning. But when you travel the back roads with little cash, that's what happens. Not to many choices.
"I might have a job for you two if yous are up to it." Bobby said.
"Hold on, let me put you on speaker." Sam replied as he placed his phone on the nightstand.
Bobby hated doing this to the boys. He knew they deserved a rest after what they've gone through. But, Bobby knew that the best thing he could do for them was keep them busy. To try and keep their minds off their pass. Along with what may be coming down the road at them tomorrow. Keeping their focus on the here and now.
Clearing his throat Bobby said; "Like I said, there is a possible job for you two.
"Whats going on Bobby?" Dean asked as his voice vibrated with the bed.
"What the hell is wrong with your voice?" Bobby directed to Dean.
"Om...just playing with the mag.." Dean started to say before Bobby cut him off.
"Never mind..." Bobby said laughing.
Dean gave Sam a look that said what. Shaking his head, Sam motioned for Dean to get off the bed. Dean takes his time getting up and moves to the chair at the table. Sitting there with an extra wide grin. Dean didn't know if he was having more fun aggravating Sam or with the bed.
"So whats going on?" Sam asked.
"There is a real mystery going on in Palmer Lake that has to deal three young very healthy people going into comas for no reasons." Bobby began explaining.
Dean interrupts him. "Comas? How?"
"Don't know. Here's the kicker...most of the time, healthy young people go into comas from accidents or injuries. Or sometimes there is a hidden condition that no one is aware of. (taking a deep breath) But these people aren't sick, nor did they have an accident or injury of any kind." Bobby stated factually.
"Are you sure they didn't any aneurysms or brain damage of some kind? People just don't go into comas for no reason Bobby." Sam being inquisitive.
Bobby sighed; "No...when they found the first two, they had already slipped into a coma...except for one Dude. He wasn't in a coma yet. Just a complete blank. Nothing there...when his wife found him, this dude had no idea who she was...Just muttering over and over a black mass."
"What the hell is a black mass?" Dean wanted to know.
"I don't know...I've look up some lore, to give us a hint what this could be...but I can find anything...(taking a deep breath)...For all I know it could be a demon...I do know one thing, what ever it is, its hungry." Bobby being direct as he could.
Sam motioned for Dean to give him his phone. Going to the GPS, he looked up where Palmer Lake was. Turning the phone around to show Dean, Palmer Lake was only about 20 miles away. Dean shook his head okay at Sam.
"Okay Bobby...Can you send me what u have?" Sam asked.
"Sure thing Sam, and when I find out anything more...I'll let you know." Bobby replied as he hung up.
There was a quietness that hung in the room. Both Dean and Sam was going over in their heads on what they're gonna be up against. Sam went over to his laptop and opened it up. Dean went to his dad's journal. Neither said a word to the other. Both doing their own research.
"There isn't anything in Dad's journal.." Dean said slamming the book.
Looking over his laptop at Dean; "There really isn't anything on the net. I've come across some news articles talking about the coma's. Seems that this Dude, Boden was the last one so far."
Dean hung is head. Getting up and moving to the bed;"Is there anything else that sounds strange?"
"There is a woman who came out of coma like three weeks before."
"What are thinking, like Prince Charming came, kissed her and she woke up?" Dean asked smartly.
"No...like...this woman had been in a coma for three years, then suddenly woke up." Sam replied.
"Three years huh?...She wakes up, and suddenly there is this thing going around sucking out people's memories and stuff like it's a milkshake?" Dean said more in a statement that a question.
"That's what it looks like." Sam shaking his head in agreement.
Sam continued to look through the articles. Dean laid there in disbelief.
"Are you thinking they could be related?" Dean puzzled.
Sam shook his head in agreement. Nether spoke another word to the other. Dean closed his eyes and went straight to sleep. Sam stayed on the laptop for a few more minutes and closed it. Something in his gut said that this was going to be a hellish hunt. It didn't set right with him. People going into comas or having their brains scrambled. The this woman. She had to have something to do with this. Sam shook his head. He knew they weren't going to accomplish anything tonight. Bed was calling him. Sam turned to say something to Dean, but sleep had already took him.
