Frankenstein
First
Sam slid his chair back from the table. "I'm sorry, but where is your bathroom?"
The Fenton matriarch waves the apology off with a hand and smile. "Just up the stairs and to the left."
He nodded, then glanced to Dean. His brother jerked his head in the direction her children disappeared, up the stairs, then nodded. Sam headed up, walking close to the edge to eliminate the sound of his weight creaking up. Dean turned his attention back to the table, eyes lighting up on the newspaper photographs and snapped glossy pictures she was laying out.
"I'm afraid none of the ghosts we've run across in Amity Park look like your Amber Lynne there. You can look through for yourself. I can make copies if needed." He glanced up to see her resting her chin on a hand, a knowing smile on her lips. "She's important, isn't she? The ghost means something to you."
Taken aback, Dean blinked. " Uh, yeah actually. Amber Lynne Ryan was the first case Sam and I ever did together."
Madeline nodded, her smile grew. "There are always a few that stand out like that."
Dean shrugged and shuffled through the newspaper clippings. "Nothing really special."
It was more a thrill. Sam and he had done the case on the sly, their dad none the wiser, a brotherhood secret between them, one of the last his little brother allowed in his childhood. After hunting together for the past year, a point to look back to before the became a team, the Winchester boys, Sam and Dean. Saving people and hunting things.
However, this case had likely jumped from traditional and gone to some freakish nontraditional and here. Right out of their already unusual expertise.
She was special now.
Next word, freak.