Curtain Call
By, december.morning
Disclaimer: Nope, nothing new to say. I don't own 'em. But I did buy some chocolate yesterday! I own that!
Summary: His foot on the final step, he turned to face her and gave her another eerie, fake-smile, and whispered, "This is my scene."
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August 17th, 2003—Lucky 7 Motel
"Hey! Did you drown in the toilet or something?" Dean yelled, from his vantage point on the hard, bumpy hotel mattress. "I found something!"
It took a few impatient minutes, but Sam finally emerged from the bathroom, wearing a pair of blue jeans that looked like they had taken a beating, and a faded navy hoodie.
"Your deodorant?"
"Ha, funny. Take a look at this, college boy, and tell me what you think," he grumbled, pushing the laptop towards Sam, who grinned at him and bent his shaggy head over the monitor.
Sam read the article, from an old issue of the Philadelphia Inquirer: Local Girl Discovered With Bones of Classmate
Yesterday, just hours after a missing person's report was filed, 19-year-old Clarissa Davidson was discovered in the abandoned Bucks County Playhouse with an as-of-yet unidentified skeleton. Davidson was found in the aisle, with the skeleton, stripped of flesh, on the stage. Said police chief Marc Bates, "She was inconsolable, quite possibly insane. She kept babbling about a singing cloud that enveloped her boyfriend and stripped his bones of any flesh. Nonsense, of course."
Davidson was admitted to the Green Oaks Insane Asylum, where she is reportedly refusing to talk to the doctors.
Experts are examining the body, and what they have discovered is tantalizing and confusing. Dr. Mariah Lewis said, "The skeleton is male, around 20 years old, and healthy. What's strange is every clue indicates that he only died the day before. It's almost as if every piece of flesh was vacuumed from his bones. But, of course, that is impossible."
Right now, it is believed that Miss Davidson killed the victim in a fit of rage. The question is, how?
He looked up, to see Dean grinning expectantly at him. "So, Bucks County Playhouse?"
"Yeah, all right."
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August 18th, 2003—Bucks County Playhouse
Barely a day later, Sam and Dean stood in front of the newly chained doors of the Bucks County Playhouse, which had a decisively lonely, but sinister, air about it—not unlike a murdering hermit. Sam turned his head and eyed Dean, but the older man wasn't looking at him; Dean was scanning the building, seeming to look at everything but the door.
"So, how are we gonna get in?" Sam asked loudly, and Dean jumped slightly, then turned to him with a cocky smile.
"Winchester style," he answered, then turned and walked down the side of the building. "Look for an open window. Maybe Mr. Observant can find a way to get in."
Sam just rolled his eyes and followed Dean, who was banging on the windows of the theater: grimy, cracked specimens about five feet off the ground. Meanwhile, Sam kicked the wall methodically, looking for a hollow spot: maybe there was some sort of secret door? Old, creepy places like the Bucks County Playhouse always had secret doors, right?
He had been beating the wall for about two minutes before two things happened simultaneously: Dean's yell of "Found one! Hey, Sammy, gimme a boost!" shattered the quiet, muggy air, and a hollow noise permeated the air around Sam. Quickly, he knelt and pounded the wall with a fist; the same hollow noise rung through the August air. Dean, sensing he was being ignored, came over, hands jammed into the pockets of his jacket.
"Whatcha find?"
"Listen to this," and he hit the wall again. Yet again, the hollow noise vibrated in their ears. "Doesn't it sound hollow?"
"Sammy, it's an old building. Our house in Kentucky used to creak like the roof was coming down every night. Buildings make noises, now c'mon. I found a window."
Sam scowled at his brother, but got up and followed Dean as he led the way back to the window.
Behind them, a sinister chuckle floated from the wall, and a single word: "Action."
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August 18th, 2003—inside the playhouse
"Remember, don't go on the stage," Sam reminded for what seemed to be the hundredth time. But, hundredth time or not, Dean was meandering down the aisle, flashlight beam jumping over the dusty rows of velvet seats, his eyebrows knitted.
"Just 'cuz I didn't go to college doesn't mean I'm stupid! I'm looking under the stage. Calm down," Dean barked over his shoulder.
Sam rolled his eyes and continued tapping the walls of the theater, seeing if he could relocate the hollow spot he'd noticed on the outside of the theater. Just as he felt he was getting close, Dean yet again shattered his train of thought.
"Dude. Jackpot."
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Again, please review! I love to know how I'm doing. Especially how I'm handling Dean; he's a pretty intimidating character to write. Anyway, next chapter, we find out what Dean found…and, if I feel like sharing, who the laugh came from.
Oh, yeah…anyone think I should change the summary? If you find anything "summary worthy" in this chapter, or in the last one, let me know!