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Chapter 8

Sam sat on the hood of the Impala waiting for Dean and me to come out of the bar. I came out with a wad of cash in my hand and smiling.

"You know we could get day jobs once in awhile," Sam said.

"Hunting is our day job and the pay is crap," Dean answered as he took the cash and started counting it.

"Yeah but hustling pool? Credit card scams? It's not the most honest thing in the world," Sam argued.

"Dude did you see how much we made in a couple hours," I said pointing the cash, "and I didn't even have to take my clothes off."

"What?" Both brothers yelled.

"Joking relax," I said putting my hands up in surrender.

"That's not funny," Dean said.

"We got a new job or what?" I asked Sam changing the subject. Of course I would never take my clothes off for money but the looks on their faces was priceless.

"Maybe, Oasis Plains, Oklahoma a gas company employee, Dustin Burwash, died supposedly died from Creutzfeldt-Jakob," Sam answered.

"Huh?" Dean asked.

"Human mad cow disease," I answered scrunching up my nose.

"Mad cow disease wasn't that on Oprah," Dean thought out loud.

"You watch Oprah?" Sam asked shocked.

Dean didn't answer so I spoke up, "So this guy eats a bad burger why is it our kind of thing?"

"Mad cow disease causes massive brain degeneration it takes months even years for the damage to appear but this guy Dustin, it sounds like his brain disintegrated in about an hour," Sam answered.

"Ok that's weird," Dean commented.

"Yeah and it could be a disease or it could be something much nastier," Sam said.

"Alright Oklahoma it is. Man work, work, work no time to spend my money," Dean said opening the car door.

"Umm excuse me whose money?" I asked.

"Our money," Dean grumbled.

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We pulled into the parking lot of Oklahoma Gas and Power Co. where Dustin used to work.

"Travis Weaver?" Sam asked as a man got out of his work truck.

"Yeah that's right," he answered.

"Are you the Travis that worked with Uncle Dusty?" Dean asked and I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes.

"Dustin never mentioned he was an uncle," Travis said.

"Really? He sure mentioned you, he said you were the greatest," I smiled.

"Listen we wanted to ask you, what exactly happened out there?" Sam asked.

"I'm not sure, he fell in the sinkhole. I went to the truck to get some rope and by the time I got back…" Travis trailed off.

"What did you see?" I asked.

"Nothing just Dustin," Travis answered.

"No wounds or anything?" Sam asked puzzled.

"He was bleeding from his eyes, his ears and his nose," Travis answered.

"So do you think it could be this whole mad cow thing?" Dean asked.

"I don't know that's what the doctors are saying," he shook his head.

"But if it was he would have acted strange beforehand like dementia…loss of motor control, you ever notice anything like that?" I asked.

"No, no way but then again if it wasn't some disease what was it?" Travis asked.

"That's a good question," Dean remarked.

"Can you tell us where this happened?" Sam asked.

"Oasis Plains Estates," Travis answered.

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We walked over to where the caution tape was up around the sinkhole.

"What do you think?" Dean asked.

"I don't know but if that Travis guy was right it happened pretty damn fast," Sam answered as we stepped under the tape a peered into the hole.

"So what some sort of creature chewed on his brain?" Dean asked turning on his flashlight.

"No there would have been an entry wound, whatever it was worked from the inside," I answered.

"Looks like there is only room for one," Dean said looking down into the hole, "Do you want to flip a coin?"

"I'll go," I offered.

"We have no idea what's down there!" Sam exclaimed.

"Well someone is going down there to find out what it is and I'm not pulling either of you out of a hole," I replied as I tied the rope around my waist.

"Be careful," Dean warned as they started to lower me into the hole.

"Just don't drop me!" I yelled.

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"So you found some beetles in a hole in the ground, that's shocking Leah," Dean scoffed when we were back in the car.

"I'm just telling you what I found," I answered, "There were no tunnels, no tracks, no evidence of any other creature down there."

"Some beetles do eat meat now it's usually dead meat but…" Sam tried until Dean cut him off.

"How many did you find down there?"

"About 10 or so," I shrugged.

"It would take a whole lot more than that to eat out some dudes brain," Dean stated.

"Well maybe there were more," Sam argued.

"I think I would have noticed if there were more I was the one in the fucking hole," I muttered under my breath.

"I don't know it seems like a stretch to me," Dean said shaking his head.

"Well we need more information on the area, the neighborhood, whether something like this has ever happened before," Sam went on.

"I think I know where we should start," I said pointing to a sign that read 'New Buyers BBQ Today'. Sam turned and gave me look.

"What we can't talk to the locals?" I smiled.

"And the free food has nothing to do with it?" Sam challenged.

"Of course not we are professionals," I answered as Dean parked the car.

"Growing up in a place like this would freak me out," Dean commented as we walked down the sidewalk.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"The manicured lawns the 'how was your day honey?' I'd blow my brains out," Dean answered.

"There's nothing wrong with normal," Sam protested.

"Sammy I would rather sleep in the backseat of the Impala then live in a place like this," I confessed.

"That's my girl," Dean smiled as we walked up the stairs to the open house, "I'd take our family over normal any day.

Sam knocked on the door.

"Welcome," a man smiled as he opened the door.

"Is this the barbeque?" I asked.

"Yeah not the best weather but I'm Larry Quick the developer here and you are?"

"I'm Leah and this is Sam and Dean," I introduced.

"So you are interested in Oasis Plains?" Larry asked.

"Yes sir," Sam answered.

"Let me just say we accept homeowners of any race, religion, color or sexual orientation," Larry said.

"See you two will fit right in here," I winked at them.

"We're brothers," Dean corrected him.

"Our father is getting on in years and we're just looking for a place for him," Sam explained.

"Well seniors are welcome too, please come in," Larry smiled.

We followed Larry into the house and once he had his back turned I got death glares from both of them.

"You said you were the developer?" Sam asked as we made our way to the backyard where everyone was gathered.

"18 months ago I was walking this valley with my survey team and there was nothing here but brush and squirrels and you know what we have built such a nice place to live that I actually bought into it myself. This is our house, we are the first family in Oasis Plains," he answered and put his arm around a woman, "This is my wife Joanie."

"Hi there," She smiled.

"Nice to meet you," I shook her hand.

"Don't let his salesman routine scare you this really is a great place to live," Joanie said as Larry walked away.

"Hi I'm Linda Bloom head of sales," a woman said popping out of no where.

"Linda was second to move in, she's a very noisy neighbor though," Joanie joked before excusing herself.

"I take it you are interested in becoming homeowners," Linda smiled widely.

"Yeah they are," I answered.

"Well let me just say we accept homeowners of any race, religion, color or sexual orientation."

"Right I'm going to go talk to Larry ok honey?" Dean said to Sam before he walked away.

Sam stayed and talked to Linda while I made my way over to the food. I was just about to grab a plate when I noticed a tarantula walking across the table. I picked him up and noticed a teen watching me from the other side of the yard.

"Is this yours?" I asked holding the spider up.

"Are you going to tell my dad?" he asked taking the spider.

"Who's your dad?"

"Yeah Larry usually skips me in the family introductions."

"First name basis with the old man, that sucks."

"Well I'm not exactly brochure material."

"Hopefully it will get better," I tried.

"Matthew," Larry called and then walked over to where we were standing with Dean in tow, "I'm so sorry about my son and his pet."

"It's no bother," I answered.

"Excuse us," Larry said pulling Matthew away with him.

"Remind you of somebody?" Sam said coming out of nowhere.

"Who?" I asked sharing a confused look with Dean.

"Dad…" Sam answered.

"Dad never treated us like that," I said.

"Dad never treated you like that you were perfect just like Dean, he was all over my case," Sam disagreed.

"Maybe he had to raise his voice sometimes but you were out of line," Dean reasoned.

"And I still am perfect," I added sarcastically.

"Right like when I said I would rather play soccer then learn bow hunting," Sam laughed ignoring my comment.

"Bow hunting is an important skill," I said.

"Whatever how was your tour?" Sam asked.

"It was excellent I'm ready to buy. So you might be on to something, it looks like Dustin wasn't the first strange death around here. About a year ago before they broke ground one of their surveyors dropped dead on the job, get this a severe reaction to bee stings," Dean answered.

"More bugs," I said.

"More bugs," Dean repeated.

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"You know I've heard of killer bees but killer beetles?" Dean asked as he flipped through dad's journal while Sam was driving.

"What is it that can make different bugs attack?" I asked.

"Well a haunting can sometimes include bug manifestations," Sam replied.

"Yeah well I didn't see any evidence of ghost activity," Dean said not looking up.

"Maybe they are being controlled by something or someone," I suggested.

"You mean like Willard?" Sam asked.

"Yeah but bugs instead of rats," I answered.

"There are cases of psychic connections between people and animals," Sam said.

"Yeah the whole Timmy/Lassie thing," Dean nodded.

"Matt," I said suddenly.

"Larry's kid?" Dean asked.

"Yeah bugs for pets, he was letting the tarantula run loose to try and scare people," I answered.

"Do you really think it could be him?" Sam asked.

"Anything is possible Sammy," I answered.

"Damn it freckles stop calling me that," Sam sighed.

"Oh hey pull over here," Dean said pointing to a driveway.

Sam did so and Dean jumped out of the car

"What are we doing here?" Sam asked.

"It's too late to talk to anybody else," Dean answered as he opened the garage door.

"We're going to squat in an empty house?" Sam asked.

"Come on Sam I want to try the steam shower," I said nudging him from the backseat.

"Come on," Dean yelled holding the door open.

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The steam shower was absolutely amazing. I really wished every motel in the world had one of these. I knew I had been in there forever when my fingers started to look like prunes but I didn't care, it was the most relaxed I had felt in a long time…and then the knocking started.

"Are you ever coming out of there?" Sam yelled.

"What?" I yelled back.

"Leah a police call came in on the scanner," Sam informed me.

"Oh come on Dean got to be in here for like 3 hours last night," I complained.

"Someone was found dead 3 blocks from here come on," Sam argued.

I turned the shower off and wrapped myself in a towel before opening the door.

"That shower is awesome," I smiled.

"Get dressed we need to go," Sam yelled.

I unwillingly got dressed and met them in the car.

"It's raining," I whined.

"What are you going to melt?" Dean laughed.

"And if I did you would miss me," I smiled.

"Only cause I would have to do my own laundry," Dean remarked and then winked at me in the rear view mirror.

"And I wouldn't know who to argue with," Sam added.

It was a quick drive over and Dean handed me an umbrella as we got out of the car and walked towards Larry.

"You're back early," Larry commented as we got closer.

"Yeah just wanted to take another look at the neighborhood, what's going on?" Dean asked.

"You guys met Linda Bloom at the barbeque?" Larry asked.

"The realtor," Sam answered nodding his head.

"Well she passed away last night," Larry sighed.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Still trying to find out, I identified the body for the police, look I'm sorry this isn't a good time," Larry said.

"It's ok," Sam said as Larry walked away.

"You know what we have to do right?" Dean asked.

"We need to get in that house," I answered.

"See if we have a bug problem," Sam added.

We walked along the fence to the house next door before hopping the fence, climbing up the trellis and sneaking into her bedroom window. It looked like she had gone right through the glass shower door. Dean picked up a towel that was on the floor and a few spiders fell out.

"Remember spider boy," Dean said.

"Matt," I replied.

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We pulled up outside of the high school in town and waited for school to let out.

"Hey the sun came out," I beamed.

"Isn't that him there?" Dean asked.

"Yeah but his house is the opposite direction," Sam answered as we watched him walk off in the direction of the woods.

"Where is he going?" I asked rhetorically as we got out of the car to follow him.

When we caught up to him he had a walking stick on his hand.

"Hey Matt remember me?" I asked.

"What are you doing out here?" Matt asked looking at my brothers.

"Well we wanted to talk to you," Dean answered.

"You're not here to buy a house are you, wait you're not serial killers right?" Matt asked.

I couldn't help but laugh, "No I think you're safe."

"So you sure know a lot about insects," Dean started.

"So?" he asked.

"Do you know what happened to Linda the realtor?" I asked.

"I heard she died this morning," he answered.

"That's right…spider bites," Dean said.

"Matt you tried to scare people yesterday with your tarantula," I said getting to the point.

"Wait you think I had something to do with that?" he asked surprised.

"You tell us," Dean answered.

"That tarantula was a joke and by the way that wouldn't explain the bee attack or the gas company guy."

"You know about those?" I asked confused.

"There is something going on here, I don't know what but something is happening with the insects. Let me show you something," Matt said as he led us further into the woods.

"So if you knew about all this bug stuff, why not tell your dad? Maybe he could clear everybody out," Sam suggested as we walked along.

"Believe me I've tried but Larry doesn't listen to me," Matt answered.

"Why not?" Sam asked.

"Mostly he is too disappointed in his freak son," Matt replied.

"I hear ya," Sam nodded.

"You do?" I asked.

"Matt, how old are you?" Sam asked ignoring me.

"Sixteen," he answered.

"Well don't sweat it because in two years something great is going to happen," Sam smiled.

"What's that?" Matt asked.

"College, you'll be able to get out of that house and away from your dad," Sam answered.

"What kind of advice is that? The kid should stick with his family," I stated starting to get angry.

"How much further Matt?" Sam asked ignoring me again.

"Can I hit him?" I asked Dean balling up my fist.

"Not right now," Dean answered patting me on the shoulder.

"We're here," Matt answered and you could hear what sounded like thousands of bugs.

"Thank God," Dean muttered.

"I've been keeping track of insect populations it's part of an AP science class," Matt started.

"You're like two peas in a pod," I mocked.

"What's been happening?" Sam asked.

"A lot from bees to earthworms, beetles you name it, it's like they are congregating here," Matt answered.

"Why?" I asked.

"I don't know," he shrugged.

"What's that?" Sam asked as he pointed to a small hill.

Dean walked over to check it out and we all followed as we got closer it there were hundred of worms all in a pile. Dean tapped them with the toe of his boot and a small hole appeared so he grabbed a stick and started poking around.

"There's something down there," he said.

"Hey I went down the sinkhole, you can stick your hand down the hole with all the worms," I said taking a step back.

He rolled his eyes and reached his hand in the hole after a minute or two he pulled out a skull.

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"So a bunch of skeletons in an unmarked grave," Sam stated as he carried the box of bones with his jacket over top so no one could see.

"Yeah maybe this is a haunting, pissed off spirits, some unfinished business," Dean said.

"Yeah but why bugs…and why now?" I asked as we walked across the campus.

"Who knows," Dean answered.

"So with Matt earlier, why did you tell him to just ditch his family like that?" I asked.

"I just know what the kid is going through," Sam answered.

"How about telling him to respect his old man how's that for advice?" I asked getting louder.

"Leah, come on this isn't about his old man you think I didn't respect dad," Sam stopped walking and looked at me.

"Forget I brought it up," I said shaking my head.

"I respected him but no matter what I did it was never good enough," Sam kept going.

"So what are you saying that dad was disappointed in you?" Dean asked.

"Was? Is. Always has been," Sam answered.

"Why would you think that?" Dean asked.

"Because I didn't want to bow hunt, or hustle pool or because I wanted to go to school and live my life which in our whacked out family made me the freak," Sam replied, "You know what most dads are when their kids score a full ride…proud. Most dads don't toss their kids out of the house."

"I remember that fight and I seem to remember a few choice phrases coming out of your mouth," I said speaking up again.

"And you're telling me you never thought about how things would have been different if you came with me?" Sam asked.

"What are you talking about?" I yelled.

"Daddy's perfect little girl going away to college, if you came with me maybe he wouldn't have been so hard on me!" Sam yelled back.

"Don't blame me because you walked out on this family!" I screamed.

"Guy this isn't the place," Dean quieted us down as we were starting to draw attention to ourselves.

"You know truth is if we ever do find dad, I don't know if he is even going to want to see me," Sam confessed after a minute of silence.

"We are going to find dad there is no if," I said before turning and walking away leaving both of them standing there, "Come on we are going to be late for our appointment."

"So you three are students?" the professor asked.

"Yeah we're in your class Anthro 101," Sam answered.

"This is quite an interesting find you've made," the professor said looking over the bones, "I'd say there 170 years old give or take with the time frame and the geography I would heavily suggest Native American."

"Were there any tribes or reservations on that land?" I asked.

"Not according to the historical record but the relocation of native peoples was quite common at that time," he answered.

"Are there any local legends or oral histories about the area?" Sam asked.

"There's a tribe about sixty miles from here, someone out there might know the truth," he answered.

"Alright thanks for your time," Sam said as we left.

"Hey Le, you want to drive?" Dean asked as we walked back to the car.

"Dean you haven't asked if I wanted to drive in about 2 years," I answered.

"Just thought you might like to never mind," he said getting into the driver's seat.

On the car ride there I decided to try and make amends with Sam.

"Hey Sam."

"Yeah."

"About earlier," I started.

"Don't worry about it," he said looking back out the window.

"Sam dad was never disappointed in you…he was scared."

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked as he turned to look at me.

I shared a look with Dean in the mirror before continuing, "He was afraid of what could have happened to you if he wasn't around but even when you two weren't talking he would drag us to Stanford whenever he could to make sure you were safe."

"Why didn't he tell me any of that? Why didn't either of you?"

"It's a two way street, you could have called us," Dean said and we fell back into silence until we got to the reservation.

We walked into a diner and saw an old Native American man playing Solitaire.

"Excuse me do you mind if we ask you a few questions?" Sam asked walking over to him.

"We're students from the university," Dean started.

"No you're not you're lying," the man cut him off.

"Well truth is," Dean tried again.

"You know who starts a sentence with 'truth is'…liars," the man said cutting him off again.

"Have you heard of Oasis Plains? It's a housing development near the valley," I tried.

"I like her she's not a liar," the man said and then nodded, "I know the area."

"What can you tell us about the history there?" I asked excited that he was answering my questions.

"Why do you want to know?" he questioned.

"Something bad is happening in Oasis Plains we think it might have something to do with some old bones we found down there…Native American bones," I answered.

"I'll tell you what my grandfather told me, what his grandfather told him. Two hundred years ago a tribe lived in that valley, one day the American cavalry came to relocate them. They were resistant, the cavalry impatient, as my grandfather put it, on the night the moon and the sun share the skies as equals the cavalry first raided our village. They murdered…raped, the next day the cavalry came again and the next and the next and on the sixth night the cavalry came one last time and by the time the sun rose every man, woman, and child still in the village was dead. They say on the sixth night as the chief of the village laid dying he whispered to the heavens that no white man would ever tarnish his land again. Nature would rise up and protect the valley and it would bring as many days of misery and death to the white man as the cavalry has brought upon his people."

"Insects," Dean stated.

"Sounds like nature to me," Sam added.

"Six days?" I asked.

"And on the night of the sixth day none survive," the man answered.

"Thank you very much for your time," I said before we walked out of the diner.

"When did the gas company man die?" Sam asked as we walked back to the car.

"Uh, we got here Tuesday so Friday the 20th," Dean answered.

"March 20th, that's the spring equinox," I said.

"The night the sun and the moon share the skies as equals," Dean said.

"So every year about this time anyone in Oasis Plains is in danger, Larry built his house on cursed land," Sam stated.

"And on the sixth night is tonight," I realized, "If we don't do something Larry's family will be dead by sunrise."

"So how do we break a curse?" Sam asked.

"You don't break a curse you get out of its way, we have to get those people out now," Dean answered as we got back into the car and sped back to Oasis Plains.

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"Yes Mr. Quick there is a main line gas leak in your neighborhood…well it's fairly extensive I don't want to alarm you but we need your family out of the vicinity for about twelve hours or so just to be safe…Travis Weaver I work for Oklahoma Gas and Power…uhh," Dean said and hung the phone up.

"Give me the phone," Sam said and took it out of Dean's hand.

"It was a good try," I said to Dean as Sam called Matt.

"Matt it's Sam…Matt just listen you have to get your family out of that house right now ok?...because something is coming…yeah a lot more…you got to make him listen ok?..."

"Give me the phone," I said grabbing it out of Sam's hand.

"Matt it's Leah under no circumstances are you to tell the truth they'll just say you're nuts," I said.

"But he's my dad," Matt replied.

"Tell him you have a sharp pain in your right side and you have to go to the hospital ok?"

"Yeah ok," he answered and hung up.

"Make him listen really, this is why I never had you cover for me," I said shaking my head.

We finally got back to Oasis Plains and saw their car parked in the driveway.

"Damn it they're still here," Dean exclaimed as we got out of the car.

"Get off my property before I call the cops," Larry threatened as we made our way up the front walk.

"Mr. Quick listen," Sam started.

"Dad they're just trying to help," Matt said standing in the door way.

"Get in the house," Larry yelled at him.

"Sorry I told him the truth," Matt sighed.

"We had a plan Matt, what happened to the plan?" I asked.

"Look it's twelve am they are coming any minute now you need to get your family and go before it's too late," Sam instructed.

"You mean before the biblical swarm," Larry questioned in disbelief.

"Larry what do you think happened to the realtor and the gas company guy and the surveyor huh?" I asked.

"You don't think something weird is going on around here?" Dean asked.

"I don't know who you are but you're crazy, you come near my boy or my family again we're going to have a problem," Larry promised.

"Larry I hate to be a downer but we have a problem right now," Dean stated.

"Dad they're right we are in danger," Matt tried again.

"Matt, get inside now," Larry hollered.

"No, why won't you listen to me?" Matt asked.

"Because this is crazy!" Larry exclaimed.

"Listen asswipe this land is cursed, people have died here, are you really going to take that risk with your family?" I screamed.

"Wait…do you hear that?" Dean asked and we were all silent for a few seconds. The buzzing noise started getting louder and louder.

"What the hell?" Larry asked.

"Alright it's time to go Larry get your wife," Dean instructed.

"Guys," Matt said pointing at the thousands of bees coming over the tree tops.

"Holy fuck," I exclaimed.

"We're never going to make it," Sam said.

"Everybody in the house, go!" Dean yelled.

We ran in the house slamming the door behind us.

"Is there anyone else in the neighborhood?" Sam asked.

"No it's just us," Larry answered.

"Honey, what's happening? What's that noise?" Joanie asked.

"Call 911," Larry told her.

"Come on we have to lock this place up doors, windows, fireplace, everything," Sam yelled over the loud buzzing noise.

Larry and I ran around the first floor covering windows and doors with towels and table clothes as Dean, Sam and Matt took care of the upstairs.

"Phones are dead," Joanie announced.

"They chewed through the phone lines," I said as all the lights went out, "and the power lines."

"They are blanketing the house," Dean said as he came back downstairs with Sam and Matt.

"So what do we do now?" Larry asked.

"Try and outlast it, hopefully the curse will end at sunrise," Sam answered as Dean left the room.

"Hopefully?" Larry asked.

Dean came back in with a can of bug spray.

"Really De?" I asked.

"Trust me," he said.

"What's that noise?" Matt asked.

"The flute is about to give," Sam answered pointing to the fire place.

"Now what?" I screamed. A bug here or there didn't bother me but when there were thousands trying to kill us I freaked out a bit.

"Everybody upstairs now!" Dean yelled as the bees broke through and started filling up the living room.

We ran upstairs and Larry pulled down the latter so we could get into the attic, Dean covered us the best he could with the bug spray. We had a few minutes to catch our breath until small holes started forming in the roof.

"What's that?" Joanie asked.

"It looks like something is eating through the wood," I answered as dust fell from the ceiling.

"Termites," Matt said.

"Get back!" Dean yelled as the termites had chewed through the wood and the bees came pouring in.

Sam grabbed a piece of cardboard that was lying in the attic and held it over the hole while Dean grabbed a loose board to hold it in place but as soon as they did that another hole appeared. There were bees everywhere and I had already been stung quite a few times. Dean tried to kill as many as he could but with only one can of bug spray it didn't make much of a difference. We all huddled together in the corner with Sam and Dean both covering me the best they could with their jackets just when I thought we wouldn't get out of this one the bees left the attic.

"Sunrise," Sam smiled.

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"What no goodbye?" Dean asked as Larry loaded the moving van.

"Good timing another hour and we would have been gone," Larry said shaking Dean's hand.

"For good?" I asked.

"Yeah the development has been put on hold while the government investigates those bones you found but I'm going to make damn sure no one lives here again," Larry answered.

"You don't seem too upset about it," Sam commented.

"Well this has been the biggest financial disaster of my career but somehow I really don't care," Larry smiled and looked over to Matt.

We said our goodbyes and headed back to the car.

"I want to find dad," Sam finally said.

"We all do," Dean replied.

"But until then I'm driving," I said with my hands out for the keys which Dean actually handed over.

"Yeah but I just…I want to apologize to him," Sam said getting into the car.

"For what?" Dean asked.

"All the things I said to him, he was just doing the best he could," Sam answered as we started to drive away.

"Don't worry we'll find him and you'll apologize and then within five minutes you will be at each others throats," Dean said.

"Yeah probably," Sam laughed.

I turned up the music and hit the gas.