Chapter 4

"This place looks like the kinda town you see in horror movies" Sam comments, walking besides Dean.
"and we know that the kinds of things you see in those movies really do exist" Dean replies.
"aint that the truth"……

Dean pushes open the door to the Store. It even creaks like a classic horror movie……. There are 2 customers standing at the post office counter, where Mr Libermann is busy dealing with their packages. After a brief glance around, Dean approaches Mrs Liberman who today is manning the grocery counter. "Can I help you boys?" she asks in her little high pitched voice.

"Er, Hi. Im Dean, and this here is my brother Sam. We work for the local paper in St Cloud? We were just wondering if you had heard anything about the bodies being found around here? Any local gossip?"
Nancy Libermann looks over the two of them specutively. "You sure don't look like any paper men to me" she says shrewdly.

"well, we like to keep to the casual look, kinda puts people at ease Mrs………"
"Libermann, Nancy. That there is my husband of 47 years, Melvin. Weve run this place for the last 40 years, and there aint never been so much killings and such. Its terrible! Then young Abbie just comes in and tells us she hasnt heard from her Dad for a long time…… things is getting crazy around here. We don't know much about these young men they keep finding, but if you want to help anyone, help Abbie find her Dad. She put a note in the window, youll see it on your way out…."

Sam understood the polite but firm way of telling them to leave….. No news here.
Dean turned to Sam, raised an eyebrow and turned towards the door to leave. "Thanks for your time Mrs Libermann" calls Sam.
Dean opens the creaky door again, and out they step into the crisp fresh air again.
"These small town folk are freakin scary man!" he smirks.
"They are, but ya know, they don't see much life do they? Then 2 strangers walk in and start asking questions, theyre bound to be a bit over cautious"
"huh….. I suppose"
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Sam thinks of what Nancy said about helping this girl….Abbie? Find her Dad. They could both relate to how that feels. Maybe they should offer help? Maybe hes become a victim? Only one way to find out…..
He starts scanning all the notes in the little window, and finally his attention is caught by a piece of bright yellow paper. The one word screams out at him….. Winchester. He slowly reads the note. Then reads it again carefully, and takes a good long look at the picture attached to it.

He shoves Deans arm and makes a noise that Dean takes as "look at this"
"Dean! What the fuck? This is some kinda joke right!" Dean reads the note twice…… he gets palpitations and the whole scene before him doesnt seem real for a few seconds. He looks at the picture properly. No doubt about it, that is definitely John Winchester…… THEIR John Winchester. And this girl with him in the picture? Definitely a startling resemblance. Sam is standing there with every kind of emotion working his face. Just what the hell is going on here he thinks to himself? That girl does look a hell of a lot like Dad. My hair colour, Deans mouth…… Sam feels sick. Dean pulls his cell phone from his pocket and starts dialling the number on the note, then changes his mind and shoves open the creaking door again. "Mrs Libermann? Where do you think we could find this Abbie Winchester?"

"Well she said she was going for coffee, so my guess is the coffee shop 2 blocks across" Dean mumbles his thanks and slams the door closed.
"I don't like this" Sam says with more than a trace of anger…. Or was it resentment? "Well ya know Im not entirely thrilled at this curent time Sammy, but I sure as hell want to talk to this Abbie character"

Dean walked ahead of Sam, and they stopped in front of Caffeine Shot coffee shop. It looked like an old shop recently dandied up to conform to the modern coffee houses. Smelled great anyway Dean thought even at this confusing time. They both looked at each other, silently asking who was going first. Both felt like little boys being caught doing something bad and waiting to go see the head master. Dean, being the eldest, finally pushed the door open. The bell rings like a friendly hello. A country song plays on the radio, and overall the little shop is welcoming and warm. There is a bar with stools along the counter. Sam sees a brunette girl wearing jeans and a denim jacket sitting on one of those stools. That's the same girl we just watched deal with Pervert Pete a minute ago he thinks. Again he nudges Dean, and he makes the assumption along with Sam.
Both boys walk to the counter and take a seat. Sam takes the one on a right angle, to get a better look at this girl. On closer inspection, this is the same girl in the photograph. Would you believe this? He catches Deans eye, and nods in her direction. "That's her" he mouths. Dean acknowledges Sam with a slight nod.

No other way for it thinks Dean. "Abbie Winchester?" he asks loudly. The girls head whips up and looks right at Dean. Both Sam and Deans hearts skip a beat as they look at the girl that undoubtedly shares the same genes as them. "Yeah? Whos asking?" Abbie replies. To the point thinks Sam. Just like Dean.
Im Dean, this is my brother Sam……………….Winchester" Abbie sits there for a second. She looks between the two good looking men sat staring right at her. "Im sorry, what did you just say?"
"he said hes Dean Winchester, and Im Sam…Winchester"
Abbie looks like she hasnt a clue who any of them are, including herself at this moment. "Youre looking for your father John?"
"That's right"
"So wed be looking for the same man too then, our father, John Winchester" With this Dean pulls a battered picture from his wallet and passes it along the counter to Abbie, who takes it reluctantly. The moment she sees her Dads smiling face looking up at her, she feels a warmth like the gentle heat of comforting arms wrapped around her. "Oh…my…god" she finally manages.
"You can say that again" says Sam.
Abbie jumped off her chair and went to sit between the 2 young men, who to all intents and purposes claim to be her half brothers. "we need to talk then" she says with a calm she really doesnt feel inside…….