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Chapter Three: The Journal
Sam's mouth hung open.
"Dean, you're feeling guilty because…because…" Sam couldn't even finish his sentence, and Dean flushed. Geez, now he's gonna think I'm a complete pussy. Great going, big bro. You nitwit, talking about your 'feelings' like some—
"You fucking moron!"
Dean's head snapped up.
"How the hell is this you fault? We write off jobs as nothing to worry about on a regular basis, Dean! If you couldn't find anything—"
"That's just it, dude! I didn't even stick around long enough to check it out!"
Oh, how the tables have turned.
The wheels in Sam's head turned as well. How can I be the big brother? The silence in the car simmered.
"Fine. If you want to pretend like it's all your fault that some people died, go ahead! That's usually my job, though. I'll be wanting it back," Sam stared straight ahead, the corners of his mouth turning up.
Dean eyed Sam, shaking his head.
"We'll be there soon," he turned the key in the ignition just as the first delicate drops of rain spattered across the windshield.
"What'll we do when we get there? Library's closed,"
Dean ran a hand through his hair as he peered at the ominous sky. "We'll catch a few hours of sleep, then hit the books when the library opens,"
"Do you even know the approximate time that libraries open?"
"Dude, why should I care? That's your department," Dean snarked. Their earlier conversation washed away with the ever increasing flow of water from the skies. As Dean pulled into the road, the Impala's tires let out a screechy noise. The car slid without traction for a few feet while Dean tried unsuccessfully to end the skid.
Regaining control, Dean let out a string of curses.
"Try to get us there in one piece, okay?" Sam snapped, not hiding frustration at Dean's futile attempts. Sam couldn't tell what Dean said back to him, but he was quite sure he heard "fuck off" somewhere in his mumble.
…………………..
"I cannot BELIEVE you lost the key! What are you, four?" Dean hissed, picking the lock to their hotel room. "Dude, my lucky knife's in there!"
"You have a lucky knife?" Sam chortled. Dean shot him a dirty look, still on his knees in front of the door.
"Keep a lookout, dumbass!"
Sam turned his back to his struggling brother, scanning their surroundings with a practiced eye. He had left all of the photocopies of the old newspapers in the car. At least I didn't lose those keys. Or, actually, at least Dean didn't lose those keys.
"Got it,"
"Yeah, it only took you what, twenty minutes?"
Dean tripped Sam on his way through the door. Sam caught himself at the last second, whipping around with a glare. Dean shrugged with his arms spread wide, his grin saying it all.
They had effectively managed to get five hours of sleep before heading to the library at ten in the morning. What Dean had called "the wee hours of dawn". The library was almost empty, so they had worked quickly and inconspicuously, photocopying anything in the old newspapers about the two separate deaths. It wasn't hard to find information, considering the national coverage that the investigations had been given. The police had considered the similarities between the deaths, but the time span in between had been vast enough to give reasonable doubt. The reason for national attention was the strange natures of the deaths, as exsanguination without any proof was a mystery. Foul play was ruled out because there were no suspects, no evidence, no leads…the only plausible explanations were
"Alien possessions."
"What?" Sam looked up from the mountain of papers spread before him on the bed.
"Alien poss—"
"Yeah, I heard you. That's the best theory you got?"
"No, that's the best they've got," Dean smirked, throwing aside the article with a flourish. "You find anything useful?"
"It's weird, dude. It's like everyone knows there's something going on, but no one figured it out,"
"Well, duh. How many people in this craphole of a town do you think believe in Casper and his buddies?"
"Both of the victims were previously healthy," Sam murmured to himself, completely disregarding Dean's remark. "Neither were involved in anything shady, no satanic cult business, but obviously they're connected in some way, that Durham woman and this guy,"
"So you think it's our kinda thing?" Dean asked seriously, resting his elbows on the table.
"Yeah, I think you were right. It's weird…" Sam rubbed his forehead.
"What?"
"I could have sworn—" Sam suddenly stood up, grabbing his duffel bag. Finding John's journal, he flipped through it at such a rapid speed that Dean's eyes blurred.
"What's up, Sam?"
"Look!" Sam pointed triumphantly. Dean grabbed at the notebook, seeing very clearly the name of the town they were residing in printed in John's steady handwriting. Below it…
"Dates and names," Dean breathed. 1899- Jim Taylor. 1925- Mary Hutchinson. 1956- Clara Roberts. 1959- Clarence Simmons. 1988-Eugene Smith. 1994- Rebecca Frank. 2003- CeeCee Durham.
"And now, 2006," Sam added.
"How the fuck did we miss this?" Dean said angrily. "Dad knew something was going on here, otherwise he wouldn't have written these in!"
"He knew something was happening in this town, but he probably couldn't find anything,"
"But I came down here too, remember? Maybe he thought I would find something he missed," Dean paced the length of the floor, rubbing his head.
"There is some relation between all of these people, because there isn't any relation between the time periods," Sam calculated. Random years. No correlation there.
"Right. But how are we supposed to figure that out? From the 1800s?"
"Dean, we gotta talk to that girl. She's the one that saw her dad die," Sam said, straightening his back.
"Why would her mom let her talk to us?"
"If we're cops, I don't think she has a choice,"
"Right on, Sammy," Dean chuckled, patting his brother's shoulder. "I taught you well."
"Dean. It's Sam."
"Right, right, whatever. Come on, the badges are in the car,"
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