Challenge Words Squirm and Scale
Warnings/Spoilers: Non, pre-series. With Sam at Stanford, Dean has to become the family researcher.
200 words per MS Word Count
Research – Always a Treat
By Swellison
"I'll pick you up at five."
"Yes, sir." Dean exited the passenger seat and watched Dad drive off in the Impala. He walked into Baytown's library, quickly finding the local history section. An hour's worth of diligent skimming failed to yield anything useful, so Dean shifted his attention to the scanned records. Retrieving a handful of fiche envelopes, he settled into the wooden chair in front of a microfiche reader.
Dean placed the first fiche under the glass and positioned the magnifier in the top left corner, slowly reading through the condensed pages of the county land records. Dean tried not to squirm in the hard chair. Two weeks ago, this was Sammy's job. Now the kid's at Stanford, pursuing his normal life, and I'm—-
Dealing. Researching. Doing Sammy's job.
Mine, now. Dad's gonna want results, too. Dean resumed his research, wading through pane after pane of land plats. No Indian burial grounds, no battles, nothing. Zilch. Dean rubbed his eyes, frustrated. He stared at the latest plat, mentally overlaying the earlier map of the four ranches. There—a
notch in the Johnston ranch that wasn't in the previous map. Dean checked the scale, his instincts screaming. This means something!
A/N A twofer! Playing catch up again, sigh. This is kind of a bookend to the previous drabble, with Sam in the library;-)