#THINMAN Part 2
Sam worked carefully as he patched up Harry's wound and dressed it. "Too tight?"
"Nope." Harry shook his head. "No, I'm good. I'm good."
"Yeah?" Sam raised his brows slightly.
"I'm good," Harry assured. "Alright. I think I'm just gonna have to staple it when we get back to the motel." He added before turning to Ed. "We were right, Ed! Thinman's real."
"Yeah," Ed replied quietly.
Angela jogged up from the woods. "I found some fresh tire tracks back over there. I took some photos."
"What for?" Harry asked in confusion.
"Because that car might belong to whoever knifed you," Angela replied.
"Well, whoever cut me was Thinman, and Thinman doesn't drive," Harry explained. "It was Thinman! I mean, I shouldn't have to connect the dots for you guys. I figured, you know, you're both intelligent, m-maybe."
Sam and Angela both pointedly looked at Ed, silently urging him to tell Harry the truth.
"Um, Harry." Ed cleared his throat nervously.
"What?" Harry frowned.
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Ed walked out of the motel room and met Sam outside the door.
"Hey." Sam greeted. "How did it go?"
"It, um, went, uh… Um…" Ed whispered.
He walked off in silence, leaving Sam alone. Sam opened the door and walked in to check on Harry.
"Hey." He sighed softly. "You okay?"
"I just got punched right in the feels," Harry replied with tears in his eyes.
"Um…" Sam trailed off, unsure of how to respond.
"None of it was real, Sam," Harry whispered. "Ed was just pretending, and now he wants me to pretend, like this is just something I could get past."
"I know what you mean." Sam sympathized. "Look, there are things you can forgive, and there are things you can't."
"So, which one is this?" Harry asked.
"That's something you got to figure out for yourself," Sam replied gently.
Angela knocked on the door and walked into the room. "Hey. Uh… I got a beat on those tire treads, if you want to…"
Sam stepped into the hallway with Angela and folded his arms across his chest.
"What's up?" Sam sighed.
"So, the tires were only made for one kind of car," Angela started. "It's a 1989 Geo Metro. Town this small—there's only one registered here. Deputy says it belongs to a guy named Roger who works night security down at the mill on the north side of town."
"So, this thing teleported, but it has a job and car," Sam muttered. "What are we dealing with?"
"Let's go find out," Angela replied.
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Angela and Sam pulled up to the mill and saw that Deputy Norwood was already there.
"I thought we said my partner and I would take care of this," Angela said as she got out of the car.
"Look, guys, my boss is AWOL." Deputy Norwood replied. "We don't have a warrant. My ass is on the line if this thing goes sideways."
"Alright. Just stay back." Angela instructed.
Sam went to pick the lock on the mill but quickly realized that the door was already open. Sam and Angela drew their guns as they entered. However, before they could do anything, Deputy Norwood tasered them from behind.
"Always wanted to use these things." Deputy Norwood smirked evilly.
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Angela was handcuffed to a chair in front of a woodsy tapestry hanging from the ceiling. Sam was handcuffed to a column off to the side. Deputy Norwood hummed as he buzzed around the room, setting up lights and a camera.
"So, you're Thinman, huh?" Angela asked once she regained consciousness. "That would make sense if it didn't look like you just ate a fat camp."
Deputy Norwood just continued to hum without answering Angela.
"Oh, God, Sam, make him stop." Angela groaned.
"Hey, so, what's the deal?" Sam questioned. "What are you, Norwood? You a demon? I mean, how did you teleport back at the diner?"
"Team effort." Deputy Norwood replied vaguely.
Thinman walked around a corner and Sam and Angela stared. Thinman then lifted his hands and removed a mask, revealing the waiter from the diner.
"So, there was no teleporting." Angela realized. "Just a couple of douche bags doing the 'Scream' thing."
"Wait, I know who you are." Sam narrowed his eyes. "You're the busboy from the diner. So, what, you just wanted to kill your boss?"
"Trey was a dick." Roger defended.
"And what about Casey? What did she do?" Angela glared.
Roger smirked sadistically. "She wouldn't go out with me, so I set her up with someone else—my knife."
"Good one, Rog." Deputy Norwood laughed.
Angela noticed another body lying off to the side. "I see the sheriff didn't make it out of town."
"Well, he really should have given me the time off I asked for." Deputy Norwood replied.
"So, you killed him?!" Sam asked incredulously.
"I didn't kill anyone. Roger did." Deputy Norwood corrected. "He's the psycho. I'm the visionary. I don't blame you for underestimating me. Everybody does. Fancy Fed, coming in here, treating me like a paper monkey from the get-go. But I was Thinman the whole time. Do you have any idea how good that felt?"
"No, sicko, I can't say that I do." Angela retorted.
"Yeah, Barbie doesn't know what it's like to feel invisible—to grow up in a town of 300 people and nobody sees you." Roger scoffed.
"They didn't see us." Deputy Norwood snarled.
Sam was working on breaking out of his handcuffs with his lock pick tools he was able to reach in his back pocket. When Angela looked over Sam motioned to her with his eyes.
"So, how did you two meet? ?" Angela tilted her head.
"No." Deputy Norwood shook his head. "Just a couple of schmoes in an empty bar. We hit it off. Turns out me and Rog—we're both total conspiracy-theory junkies."
"And then we found Thinman," Roger continued. "And, bam, we blew up all over the message boards."
"So, what is this, then? Some sort of twisted cosplay?" Sam's brows furrowed.
"Cosreal. You know, blogging was fun, but…" Roger trailed off.
"But, let me guess, you wanted something more." Sam finished.
"You realize what you two jackasses are doing doesn't make you Thinman," Angela added. "It makes you copycat killers."
"It makes me Thinman," Roger growled. "And you're not telling anyone I'm not, 'cause you'll be too dead to talk."
Deputy Norwood moved back to the camera. "Showtime."
"You two are lucky ducks," Roger smirked. "You're the stars of our best video yet. And when it goes viral, everyone will know Thinman's real."
Roger moved behind Angela and put his mask back on. Sam started to struggle harder when he realized what was about to take place. Angela realized what was going to happen and started to steel herself for the worst."
"And… Action!" Deputy Norwood directed.
Roger drew his knife and yanked Angela back to slice her throat.
"Wait, no, no, no. Don't!" Sam yelled in a panic.
Suddenly, a door was slammed somewhere in the mill and Roger stopped his knife. Roger and Deputy Norwood walked out of the room.
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Roger and Deputy Norwood walked Ed and Harry back to where Sam and Angela were tied up. However, when they got back to the room, Sam and Angela were gone and their handcuffs were on the chairs.
"No." Roger frowned deeply.
As they stood there in shock, Sam and Angela attacked. Angela grappled with Roger and stabbed him with his own knife. Sam knocked Deputy Norwood to the ground but he was able to draw his gun on Sam. Ed immediately stepped into the path of the gun.
"Wait, no! No! No, look. Look at me." Ed pleaded. "This is all my fault. Okay? It's all my fault."
Deputy Norwood grinned evilly. "I got enough bullets for both of you."
Suddenly, a shot rang out and Deputy Norwood dropped dead from a gunshot to the chest. Everyone looked up to see Harry holding the smoking gun.
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Angela was loading the trunk of the Impala outside the mill when Sam walked over.
"So, are we good in there?" he asked.
"Yeah." Angela nodded. "With the Thinman footage and the way I set the bodies, there should be enough breadcrumbs to make it look like those two psychos offed each other."
"They were just people," Sam commented. "They weren't… demons. They weren't monsters. They… were just frickin' people."
"Yeah, well, people are sick, Sam," Angela replied softly.
Harry walked up to Sam and Angela, a glum expression on his face.
"Can I get a ride from you guys?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah, sure." Angela nodded.
The three of them got into the Impala and drove away, leaving Ed standing by the Ghostfacers van with tears in his eyes.
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Angela turned in the passenger seat slightly. "Harry, you okay?"
"Yeah." Harry lied. "I mean, no. You roll with a guy so many years, you start to think he's always gonna be next to you. Like, when you're old and you're drinking on the porch, he'll be in that other rocking chair. And then something happens, and you realize that other chair has gone empty."
Sam and Angela both had intense looks on their faces. Clearly, they understood what Harry was saying a little too well.
"You know what I mean?" Harry asked, breaking the silence.
A/N: Hey, guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I was really worried about how y'all would feel about this episode because I had Dean stay at the bunker with Gracie, but I am so glad that you guys have liked it :) I'm writing the chapter where Cas finds out that Angie has the Mark of Cain and I am so excited for you guys to read it. As always, thank you for the recent reviews. Your feedback means the world to me! Love you guys, xoxo. :)
~Emily