ST. JAMES, MINNESOTA
When they arrived in town, Dean and Oshea decided to check out the bodies, or what was left of, the two people who had eaten each other, while Sam and Ella visited the girl's house and talked to her friend.
"So how'd it go?" Dean asked, his feet propped up on the table as Sam and Ella stepped into the motel room.
"No EMF, no sulfur... ghost possession, demonic possession, both probably out of the question," Ella shook her head and sipped at the milkshake she had gotten on their way back, and walked over to one of the beds, sitting down.
"Huh. That's where I was putting my money," Dean said.
"How was the trip to the morgue?" Sam asked as he shed his suit jacket.
Oshea grimaced, looking a little pale. "Don't bring it up. Ever… again. That was the most disgusting… oh I thought I was going to be sick."
Dean nodded in agreement. "They just started eating... and, and they just kept going. I mean, their stomachs were full. Like Thanksgiving dinner full. Talk about codependent."
"Ew," Ella frowned.
Oshea shuddered and shook her head. "I'll probably never eat again."
"Well... we've got our feelers out, not much more we can do tonight," Sam said as he sat down at the table and unpacked his laptop from its case. "I'm just going to go through some files... maybe call Bobby..."
xx
A few hours later, Dean's phone rang while he was outside by the vending machines getting a drink. He stepped back inside the motel room just as he was getting off the phone. "That was the coroner calling from the hospital," He said as he flipped the phone closed and dug through his duffle bag for his suit. "He just tagged another double suicide. Told him we'd stop by." He looked over at Sam who didn't seem to even notice he was in the room. His attention was completely directed towards the laptop in front of him.
Dean snapped his fingers in his brothers face. "Earth to Sammy. Hello!"
Sam blinked and shook his head a little, "What? Oh… yeah… sorry. Um… you guys go ahead, I'm going to stay here and do some more research and make a couple of calls."
Oshea stood up from the bed and laid down the book she had been flipping through. "Alright, so long as its not more people eating one another."
"Wimp," Ella teased.
The three got dressed and headed for the hospital. As they were walking down the hallway headed for the morgue, a tall, nearly bald man dressed in a suit and carrying a briefcase, walked passed them, staring straight ahead. As the man passed by, Oshea stiffened and furrowed her brows as she looked back at the bald man. She felt strangely hungry and chewed on her lower lip, turning back to face forward. She looked over her shoulder again. "Hey," Dean nudged Oshea. "You okay?"
Oshea nodded slowly, "Yeah... yeah, I'm fine."
Dean watched her a moment before nodding, and they continued down the hall.
xx
"Come on, Bobby, pick up… pick up, pick up." Sam said quietly as he ran his hand through his hair. As soon as the others had left for the hospital, he had closed up the laptop and pulled out his cell phone, instantly dialing the elder hunter's number. If anyone could help him figure things out, Bobby could.
"Yeah?" A gruff voice on the other end of the line answered.
"Bobby, it's Sam. Uh... Bobby... I'm in some trouble," He said quietly, it was evident by his voice that he was freaking out.
Bobby sighed. "What did you boys get yourself into this time? I would take a guess, but when it comes to you all it could be anything."
"There was this spirit," Sam began, speaking quickly. "Dean and I and the girls were on the Winchester, Tennessee case, and something happened to the Impala while Dean and Oshea were out together and Ella and I thought we could handle the case ourselves so we went to the cemetery, but the ghost attacked us and it touched me, and... then I got home and Chuck had called..." He sighed heavily. "Bobby... The spirit was a carrier for some kind of... disease... I... Bobby, I'm dying..."
"Disease?" Bobby repeated. "What the hell you talking about, boy? You mean like what Dean had?"
"Yes... no, kind of." Sam stood up from the table and rubbed his eyes. "Chuck described it as some kind of supernatural cancer. It's just... going to eat away at me until it kills me. And then it's going to send me to Hell."
Bobby cursed and leaned back into the chair he was sitting in. "I'll make some phone calls, do some digging around. There could be a way out of this, so don't give up just yet," He sighed. "You.. you have told Dean and Ella right?"
Sam hesitated. "Not yet... I don't know how to tell them. Dean's going to be furious at me... and Ella... she has enough to worry about with Judith still missing..."
"So you're just going to spare yourself the pain of telling them, and just wait til you randomly drop dead for them to find out?" Bobby snapped.
Sam was quiet a moment. "I'm really hoping that Chuck was wrong and that there's some kind of cure or ritual I can do so I won't have to tell them..."
"They deserve to know, Sam. They could help. You can't keep something like this a secret," Bobby sighed. "You all keeping secrets from each other, that's never worked out in the past and you know it. Dean may forgive you for being an idgit and not telling him, but when your wife finds out you're keeping a secret that big from her, she's not gonna be happy."
Sam sighed heavily and sank down into the chair again. "You're right... I'll tell them when they get back." he said quietly.
"You better," Bobby grumbled.
