They were heading into Valdosta when Dean's phone rang. "Hey, Missouri. What's up?"
"I have some more information for you."
"Great- an address I hope?"
"Sure, honey. I'll send it right on by homing pigeon. It's a nudge that won't leave me alone. I keep getting two names. Both of them are female, but one I can't quite catch. That one's a place. The other is definitely Charlotte, but I don't know what or who it is."
"That's it?" Dean asked.
"What, you want an engraved invitation with a Google road map?"
"Yes, please?" Sam called out, as he opened his laptop to begin a more mundane type of search.
"I heard that."
"I hope so, otherwise I didn't say it loud enough," Sam teased back as Dean put the phone on speaker. "Hey... Looks like there's a Charlotte county, Charlotte Harbor and Port Charlotte. Any of those ring your chime?"
"Port Charlotte feels right, but I can't be certain."
"Certain or not, it's more of a lead than we've dug up," Dean agreed. "Thanks, Missouri. We owe you another one."
""You owe me more than you know."
"Again with the riddles?" Dean half-joked. "A man needs to know how deep he's in the red. How far are we in hock to you now?"
"Just take care of yourselves."
"We always do." Dean closed his phone. "Findin' anything there, Sam?"
"We might as well start on the assumption that the unknown woman's name is a street in Port Charlotte, because that's easiest to eliminate online. Annnd, looks like there's well over two thousand streets in Port Charlotte, and no way to know how many may be women's names without reading through them all. If that doesn't pan out, I'll look into businesses with women's names. Some of those may not be listed on the web."
"We got about three hundred miles to go, so now you won't get bored."
Sam flipped a water-bottle cap at him without taking his eyes from the screen. Kid had remarkable instinctive aim.
They were coming up on Lake City, Florida when Sam leaned back and rubbed his eyes. "Ok, there's about five hundred street names in Port Charlotte that could be considered feminine."
"Wouldn't have guessed that many," Dean said as he pulled into a gas station. "Is there any way to find out how many houses are on each of those streets? If I had a stolen Nirumbee shaman to hide, I wouldn't want close neighbors."
"Why?" June yawned. "That fella's tiny. He could be in a shoebox under somebody's bed for all we know."
"Yeah, but now he's pissed," Dean said. "That means something's happening to him that he doesn't like."
"Like being stuffed into a shoebox under somebody's bed," she repeated, sing-song.
Sam scoffed. "He spent years squatting on a desk as some used car dealer's lot mascot. A shoebox crypt would be a step up in respect."
"Poor Arapoosh," she sighed. "Y'know, it sounds more and more like souls are more trouble than they're worth. If you have one, you have to worry about crazy stuff like this happening even after you're long dead. At least nobody will be interested in my corpse for any hinky purpose. I'll just be bio-waste."
"True, but gross, Droopy," Dean nodded. "We'll be sure to stuff you into a trash-bag before you get too soupy. Or maybe we'll have you stuffed and mounted in a lifelike pose. Licking your butt, say."
"Gee, your compassion touches me deeply. Y'know, the only way we'll be able to tell you're dead is when you've finally shut up, 'cuz you're already ripe."
"It's conversations like these that have me wondering why I should even wait that long. There's enough salt and gas in the back for both of you," Sam groused, then got that light-bulb expression and looked over at him.
"If a Hand of Glory is powerful, what might someone be able to do with a Nirumbee shaman's whole body?"
"Ugh." Dean shuddered. "Witches are disgusting enough on their own, but necromancers? Just thinking about it makes me want to scrub down with bleach. So, we cruise every street with a chick's name, looking for witch-sign. Don't know about you two, but that'll fill my dance-card for the rest of the week."
He nodded towards Sam's laptop. "If Google Earth is up to date out there, we might can narrow it down a little. Start checking out the streets with the fewest houses?"
"Shouldn't be a problem," Sam agreed and started clicking.