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Dean and Sam were leaning against the Impala in a convenience store parking lot waiting on the owner to arrive. Dean was trying to keep Sam's too long hair out of his face whilst Sam enjoying himself making notes on Bobby's notes. Dean had managed to find a small rubber band and was keen to make use of it. All he needed to do was get rid of his brother.
"Sammy, I'm thirsty, run inside and get us something to drink." Dean complained.
"Why me? Who said I was thirsty anyway?"
"Because I'm the oldest and what I say goes." He snarled back.
"Sorry, we already agreed I'm the oldest whilst ever I'm riding your..."
".. ! .."
"Um...I didn't mean...Ok...Look, tell you what, how about I go get us a drink?"
"Sounds great! Thanks!" Dean smiled devilishly.
Sam pushed himself off the car muttering under his breath and heading for the store.
Dean smirked, watching his body walk into the store in fascination. It was still freakin' creepy to see his body walking without him in it. It almost felt like he should be running to catch up with it, otherwise, it might get away from him and then he would've lost himself... Dean stopped his thought process right there, before his brain had to undertake some serious gymnastics to extract itself from a whole thread of complex notions. Instead, he produced his precious rubber band and got to work.
A few minutes later Sam strolled out carrying a drink in each hand. When he got close enough, he tossed him a bottle of water, watching as Dean caught it easily.
"Excuse me? What's this?" Dean fussed holding up the water.
"You know water, H2O, the wet stuff."
"Yeah I know water; it's what I shower in, the stuff that makes my coffee wet. Why'd you get me this? You know I usually take soda."
"Well, you get water today, my body doesn't need all the sugar and caffeine and besides you should drink more water, it's good for you." Sam noted as he took a good look at his body leaning against the Impala. "Dean, what the freakin' hell did you do to my hair!"
"And, like most of the stuff you say that about, tasteless. You sure can be a pain in my ass sometimes little brother." Dean continued ignoring his question.
"So I've been told numerous times, mostly by you." Sam remarked going back to his notes. "Take it down now, I look ridiculous."
Before Dean could think of a come-back, a silver Toyota Camry pulled into the lot and slowly eased their way. It stopped beside them and the man rolled the window down eyeing them carefully.
"Excuse me? Are you Bobby's friends?"
Sam straightened up and nodded with a smile.
"Yes, I'm Sam and that's my brother Dean."
The guy had never met them before, so he wasn't about to be confused by their names not matching their bodies.
"Hi. Name's David. Not that it matters, but I could've sworn Bobby said you were the taller one?" he said getting out of the car.
"Anyway, I want to thank both of you for lookin' into this for me. Bobby said you two do this kinda thing as a job? I gotta be straight with you; I don't believe in this kinky supernatural stuff, I still think it's something structural. Still, I'm willin' to try anythin'. Here's the key for the front door."
Dean intercepted the key as David moved to hand it over to Sam. He reached up and pulled the rubber band quickly from his hair grimacing as he pulled hair out with it.
"Thanks. Can you tell us what kinds of things have happened?"
David shrugged.
"Sure. At the start it was mostly noises, you know, bangs and thuds. My son though, he said he could hear voices, like a man and woman havin' an argument? I put everything down to the plumbing and my boy 'fantasising'. Then my wife started siding with him, agreeing that there were voices. We've had power surges that could have managed to blow every light in the place all at once. I refused to pay that jackass electrician till he got it fixed, for free. I remember an afternoon when every single screen in the whole place whitens out, an' I mean every screen! TV, PC, Laptop, people's own cells, everythin'. It..erm..Got worse. Whenever I got in from work, something would be thrown at me. It started with eggs and got more dangerous, heavier. I accused my lad, but my wife swore he was with her in the lounge. That's when I decided to look for a, er, specialist. I needed somebody who could deal if it is creepy shit and, no offence, someone who would pretend to have dealt with some kinda creepy shit if it was just down to more work bein' needed on the old place. That's when I remembered Bobby Singer. Ever since his wife died, he's acted like the creepy shit is real, so I figured he might know someone. I gotta say, you two look more, um, normal than I expected!"
Dean shrugged.
"I guess we could always dress freaky if you really want us to? How about a black robe each?"
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David looked at Dean uncertainly.
"I don't ... Unless? ... Is that? ..."
Sam shot Dean a stern glare.
"Ignore him. He's just kidding around. Ok, well. You can leave everything with us now. I'm sure we can sort your little problem out. We'll call you when it's safe to return to the house."
David nodded and thanked the two Hunters. Walking to his car, he stopped and glanced back.
"Be careful, I've had two workers that had to be taken to the hospital from injures they got while working in the house. Oh, by the way, I turned off most of the breakers, except for the fridge; you're welcome to turn on what you need. The box is in the laundry room."
Sam smiled reassuringly.
"We will, and thanks for the information."
With a final nod, David got in his car and drove away. Dean pushed himself off the Impala, tossing the water in the car.
"Ok. I'll drop you at the library and I'll go check out the cemetery, then I'll head out to the house. You can call me when you're done."
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Dean slowly eased the Impala down a gravel road by the cemetery. He found a pull off and parked. As he got out, he checked the surrounding area for houses, security and people. It being a small town, there didn't seem to be anything to worry about. Pulling out a page of Bobby's notes, he looked at the names of the woman and boy, Tosha Beckman and Tyler Jessup. He began to slowly make his way down the rows of tombstones checking the names as he went. He finally found two small markers at the back of the cemetery with their names on them. At least they were back and away from the road, Dean thought looking around at the area. Satisfied he could find them again in the dark, he headed back to car.
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The house itself was an older, wooden, two-story, Cap Cod. Dean pulled the Impala up the driveway and to the side of the house. He rolled out of the car and slowly walked around to the front door noticing paint had begun to peel in places and weeds were taking over the flower beds. The front door released a small squeak; as Dean let it swing all the way open. Standing in the doorway, Dean let his hunter instincts kick in. He stepped into the house and pulled him EMF scanner to check for any activity whilst he walked around the family room, avoiding the scaffolding, drop cloths and buckets of paint. His scanner remained silent as he continued to the kitchen and dining room. Nothing seemed out-of-place and his spidery senses were not tingling. The sudden ringing of his cell phone sounded way too loud in the quiet interior, causing him to jump.
"Hey."
"Come and get me."
"On my way." Dean said glad to get out of the house. It was giving off to many weird vibes.
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