Family Feud Part 1

Lebanon, Kansas

Sam and Angela sat at one of the library tables as Dean walked into the room talking on his phone. Meanwhile, Sam was tapping away on his laptop and Angela was flipping through one of the many books in the library.

"Okay, well, stay on it," Dean sat as he walked toward the table. "You get any leads, you let us know, and we'll keep working it from our end. Thanks, Cas." He added before hanging up. "So, Kelly Kline is in the wind. No trace."

"Great," Angela commented sarcastically.

"No idea when Lucifer's kid is gonna pop, if it hasn't already," Dean muttered.

"So, basically, we got nothin'," Sam replied.

"Basically."

"All right. Well, we do have this other thing." Sam suggested.

"What other thing?" Dean leaned forward curiously.

"Check it out," Sam started. "Museum in Des Moines, Iowa. A guy's body was found in the parking lot. A teacher. His tongue had been ripped out."

"Well, that didn't kill him," Angela remarked.

"No, but having his internal organs crushed did," Sam noted. "Uh, no obvious damage to the torso, no point of entry."

"You thinkin' witch?" Dean asked.

"Maybe. I mean, he was seen alive just a couple hours earlier, leading a student tour of the museum."

"Hmm." Dean hummed. "Haven't seen Mom or Robert in a while. Maybe they'll wanna work with us on this."

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The Impala sped down the dark back road and Grace was asleep in the back seat.

"Get this," Sam read from his tablet. "It looks like there was another murder. It's just like the one we're checking up on."

"Iowa?" Dean asked.

"No, Andover, Massachusetts," Sam answered. "Six months ago. A woman. Body was found in the same condition. Looks like she was a teacher, too."

"Hmm."

"Too bad Mom and Robert couldn't make it," Sam commented. "You said they were too tired?"

Dean scoffed audibly. "Yeah."

"That's what they're saying," Angela muttered, unconvinced.

"What?" Sam's brows furrowed in confusion.

"I don't know, baby," Angela sighed heavily. "I just…"

"We feel like something's going on with them, and they ain't talkin' about it." Dean finished.

"They're hunting again." Sam shrugged. "That's a grind. You guys know that. They just needs a little time. That's all."

"Yeah." Dean sighed heavily.

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Des Moines, Iowa

Sam, Dean, and Angela dressed in their FBI apparel walked down the museum hall with Dr. Ochoa. Angela held Grace's hand as they walked.

"So, thank you again for meeting with us, Dr. Ochoa," Angela said sincerely.

"Of course, Agent," Dr. Ochoa nodded. "I… we've had two murders in two days. The police have no idea what's going on, and—

"Well, that's why we're here," Dean assured.

"Now you said victim number two brought some Timber Troopers through here, right?"

"16 hours ago, they were standing right where you are."

"Is there anything new to the museum?" Angela inquired.

"Well, here in the lab, three traveling exhibits have been curated." Dr. Ochoa explained. "One's already on display. The other two are being prepped."

"Dr. Ochoa?" a man nearby called out.

"Excuse me." Dr. Ochoa smiled.

"Sure." Sam nodded as she walked away.

"Mm-hmm. Okay, so… including the Massachusetts vic, that is two teachers and one scout leader." Dean muttered.

"People who supervise kids," Sam added.

Dean turned on the EMF meter and is started to react heavily. "Whoa. There's a lot of action in here. Okay, well, I'm switching my vote from witch to ghost."

"I don't know." Angela shook her head. "EMF isn't that surprising at a museum. They're always filled with ADHD spirits and their tethers, you know?"

"Okay, but if our killer is a chain rattler, how are we gonna figure out which one it is?" Dean asked.

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Dean picked up a curved knife and Grace stood next to him.

"Hmm," Dean hummed. "Aztecs were pretty serious about their killings. Aztec ghost. Yeah, I like that."

Dean missed the stand while trying to put down the knife, causing it to thud.

"Unca Dean, shh." Grace hushed.

"Yeah, yeah, like you're so quiet." Dean picked up his niece and walked toward Sam and Angela, who were looking at a figurehead. "What do you guys got?"

"It's a ship, um, a brigantine called The Star," Sam started. "Sunk in a storm off the New England coast. Currently on loan from the Maritime Museum in—wait for it—Andover, Massachusetts."

"Really?" Dean raised his brows.

"Yeah. Sunk in a storm in 1723."

"Something sounds familiar about this ship…" Angela muttered.

"Um, it was, uh, headed to the New World." Sam shrugged. "Weighed anchor in Leith, Scotland."

"Leith," Angela realized, earning confused looks from the brothers. "Yes. Gavin MacLeod. This was his ship."

Sam's brows furrowed. "Crowley's kid?"

"Mm-hmm." Angela hummed.

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Dean pulled out his phone and dialed Crowley's number and waited as it rang.

"What do you want?" Crowley's voice finally rang through.

"Need a favor," Dean replied.

"You… need… You?" Crowley asked incredulously. "Turns out that behind that whole moron façade, you, your brother, and Angela are, in fact, morons! You let Lucifer's child live."

Dean's brows furrowed in confusion. "How do you even know about that?"

"I don't owe you an explanation." Crowley retorted.

"Okay, so, I'm—I'm guessing this isn't the best time to ask you to get in touch with Gavin so we can talk to him?" Sam asked.

"Are you out of your minds?" Crowley scoffed.

"You know what, Crowley? When you set Gavin free to live in our time and possibly screw up the rest of human history, we didn't hunt him down, okay?" Dean reminded. "So, I think you owe us."

"You three fix this mess before it hatches. Then, maybe then, we'll talk about my son." Crowley replied before the line went dead.

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Inside the museum, Sam, Dean, and Angela were sitting with Rowena and Grace sat on Sam's lap.

"Your little story's fascinating," the red-headed witch started. "But you said there was something in this for me?"

"If the killer is a ghost, it may be tethered to something on this ship," Angela explained. "So, we need intel on the vessel."

"Get a library card." Rowena retorted. "You three still owe me for helping you in Arkansas." She reminded before standing up to leave.

Sam reached out and grabbed her arm, stopping her. "Sit down. We know of a guy who has firsthand knowledge of The Star."

"So?" Rowena scoffed.

"So, if you find him, we actually do have something that you'll like." Dean offered. "Like, really like."

Rowena's brows rose in interest. "Who is this eyewitness?"

A/N: Hey, y'all, I hope you liked this chapter! And I hope everyone is doing okay during this crazy time. Love you guys, xoxo :)

~Emily