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The Cavern of Death

Chapter two

Later

After they packed they hit the road. Washburn, New York was roughly two hundred miles away and they stopped at various bars along the way hustling pool, both only playing a few games at each bar not wanting to end up in another fight for taking too much money from someone. They knew they both were hurting and getting into a fight was the last thing they wanted.

"How much we got?" Dean asked as they neared Washburn.

Sam laid the money on top of the map and began counting. When he was done he looked up at Dean and smiled.

"Six hundred and forty five dollars."

Dean grinned back.

"Nice pay for a few hours work."

"It started getting a little hairy back there; I thought that guy was so going to kick your ass."

Dean gave a little laugh.

"Actually I thought he was going to kick your ass and I'd have to save it."

"No way." Sam smiled back. "Now all we got to do is find a cheap motel somewhere and see what we can find out."

Motel

They found the cheapest motel they could find and paid for the week. They both showered and decided to hit the local bars and see if they could find anything out about the disappearances.

Ronnie's Café

They decided it might be better to pretend they weren't together, so Dean entered the bar first and a few minutes later Sam came in and sat a few seats away. After a few beers they began talking to each other and the bartender.

"So what's there to do around here?" Dean asked the bartender as he took a swallow of beer.

"Not much, it's a pretty quiet town."

"Yeah I never heard of Washburn before." Sam said as he stretched. "But when I was mapping out directions on how to get to Alburn I saw that I passed through this town and I remembered reading something in my home town paper about several people disappearing from here. What's that all about?" Sam talked loud enough for the patrons around him to hear as Dean glanced around to see if anyone looked interested in their conversation.

"No one seems to know." The bartender said as he wiped off the counter.

"What people disappeared?" Dean asked Sam pretending he had no idea what he was talking about.

"Oh I really don't know much about it…I just remember reading something about a town called Washburn that had some mysterious disappearances. You know how newspapers are….they were trying to make a big thing out of it."

"Exactly how many people vanished?" Dean asked the bartender.

"So far around eight that we know of."

"Eight people? And they have no idea what happened to them?"

"All they know is that they apparently were passing through town and it seems like they left their motels to go out to eat or shop and never came back."

"What do the cops say?"

"They don't have a clue to what's going on. My brother in law is a cop and he said they are completely stumped. Some of the cars have been found and some haven't. Most of the cars that were found were stripped of parts which lead the cops to believe these disappearances might be the result of gangs in the neighborhood. They're worried that these gangs are grabbing these people off the street, robbing, then killing them and dumping their bodies somewhere. That's about the only explanation that makes sense."

"None of the bodies ever turned up?" Sam asked.

"No, it's as if they vanished off the face of the earth."

Later back at the motel

"So what do you think?" Dean asked as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"If someone was going around robbing then killing these people why hide the bodies? Why go to all that trouble? Most gangs just dump their victims along the roadside."

"I know, it doesn't make sense….Unless the people aren't dead…but it they aren't dead why keep them alive?"

"Do you think maybe some kind of slave trade?"

"I don't think so. When I found the site about the disappearances there were pictures of the missing people, they were of all ages but mostly men. If it was a slave trade ring they usually go after kids or teenagers."

"Well what do you want to do?"

"I guess there's only one thing we can do. Get out on the streets and…"

"Put ourselves out there as bait." Sam finished Dean's sentence.

Dean smiled.

"Let's hope they bite."

TBC