Sam and Dean talk to Dirk about the real cause of Patrick Spring's death. Sorry this took forever, but school is a hassle! Anyway, hope you enjoy!
As the brothers continued to follow Dirk, they see that he's going to the Ridgely, which was odd since a suicide just took place there. As he entered the old apartment building, Dean looked at Sam, confused.
"Why is he going back to that old place?"
"Well, only one way to find out," Sam said. The brothers then went inside the building and followed him to the apartment where he was staying. A knock on the door and it revealed Dirk.
"Ah," he sighed. "Winchesters. How can I help you?" It seemed as though he forgotten about the argument a while ago.
Sam and Dean decided to let themselves in and noticed a black cat moving around. Sam wondered, "Is this your cat?"
"Yes," Dirk replied. "Well, not really. I found him, wandering around, poor thing." Dean ignored the last statement and reminded Dirk about the case.
"Listen, dude," he began to say, "maybe Patrick called you weeks before his murder, maybe not. But you need to let the professionals handle this. This is way too dangerous for you."
"I'm sorry, but I made a commitment to Patrick Spring to solve his murder and there's nothing you two can say that will change your mind!"
"Really? Not even a hellhound that will tear your ass apart and send you to Hell? Is that what you want?!"
"Yes! And speaking of which, a hellhound didn't kill Patrick." The two brothers glanced at each other.
"How do you know?" Sam asked.
"Because while I've never seen a hellhound before, the bite marks were from the great hammerhead shark."
"A shark killed Patrick? Riiight," Dean said, not believing a word of what he said. Just then, a phone started buzzing and it came from one of Dirk's pockets.
"Excuse me for a moment," he said and picked up the phone. As he was talking, Sam and Dean thought about what he said about a shark killing Patrick.
"There's no way a shark could've done this, right?" Sam asked his older brother.
"No way!" Dean exclaimed. "Okay Sammy. This nut was lucky to figure us out from before, but saying that a damn shark is the killer?! No freaking way! Seriously, if we don't stop him now, he's going himself or someone else killed, or worse!" Dirk then hung up his phone and looked really happy.
"We found Lydia Spring!" he yelled. "Well, Todd, my assistant, did, but we still found her!"
"He did? Where?" asked Sam again.
"Not sure," Dirk answered, "but, he going to show us where tomorrow. Until then, you two should get some rest." The brothers thought about asking to stay for a minute, but decided to leave. Before going out the door, Dean looked back at Dirk.
"And you're going to call us so we can meet up?" he questioned.
"Of course I will," Dirk replied. After that, the brothers were out the door.
"So, are we still doing this?" Sam looked at his brother as they walked to the Impala.
"You know it," Dean said. "Until we can learn more about what's going on, we'll have to see what those two will do." The brothers then hopped into their car and drove to the nearest and cheapest motel.
Short chapter, but I hoped you liked it!