A/N: I'm so sorry for not updating in a while, I was without internet access for over a month and that does strange things to people. Anyhoo for the view people who read this story, I'm deeply sorry.
For that reviewer who told me to beware of the accent, I just wanted to use that one character, have a lost in translation thing, the accent will rarely come back.
Chapter 3
Sam ate his sub like he spent 7 years in a Turkish prison. He was content to munch away on that think while Dean scoured the streets for a motel, luckily he found a cheap one. Room 14, apparently the people of Sandwich were superstitious because there was no room 13. The Winchesters entered their room, it was possibly the worst they've ever been in.
The room had a maroon carpet, two twin beds with brown sheets. The T.V looked like it was old enough to show the moon landing. The decorators of this dump had to have been blind fishermen. The walls had fish wall paper and there were random nets on the walls and the obligatory singing fish, that did a grand total of nothing when Dean pushed it's button.
"Okay, let's finish our food then haul as to that place." Dean said as her looked at the address he had scrawled on his little paper '254 Bigham'', he read the address over and over to memorize it.
Both Winchesters quickly finished their sandwiches and coffees with no conversation, Sam was a little more than pissed off at Dean for taking away his vacation. Sure, it was selfish but Dean also needed a vacation, ever since their Dad, Dean really needed a break from hunting, which he never got. Lest he forget, Sam did everything he could to get away from this life, why was fate so cruel to them specifically?
Sam was clicking away at the keyboards of his laptop, researching their new 'case'. Dean wolfed down his sandwich and looked at Sam as he stood up.
"C'mon, let's go visit the Ferris household." He said while clapping Sam on the back.
"Dean, are you really sure we've got a case on our hands?" Sam asked his older brother. "I mean, here it says the woman had a history of hallucinations, and get this, the daughter that found her is schizophrenic."
"What's your pint, Sam? A woman died, would you like it if someone else died because you didn't think there was a case?" This hit Sam hard.
"Fine, but you know what? If this isn't a case, you owe me big time. "Slave for a week" big time." Sam answered, packing up his laptop and getting his jacket.
"Deal." Dean said, then looking at Sam. "What the hell do you think you're doing? It's the end of May! Why the hell are you wearing a jacket?" Dean asked Sam, raising his eyebrows and making a face that clearly meant he was baffled.
The two left the motel room and Sam grudgingly got in the passengers seat.
"You could at least look like you want to be here." Dean said while putting a tape into the cassette player, Aerosmith, the haunting rhythm of 'Dream On' filled the classic impala.
Everytime that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face gettin clearer
The past is gone
It went by like dust to dawn
Isn't that the way
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay
I know what nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know its everybody's sin
You got to lose to know how to win
Half my life is in books written pages
Live and learn from fools and from sages
You know its true
All the things come back to you
Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, if its just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away
(x2)
Dream on, dream on
Dream yourself a dream come true
Dream on, dream on
Dream until your dream come true
Dream on, dream on, dream on...
Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tears
Sing with me, if its just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away
Sam just looked out the window at the suburban area that lay before him. Dean just kept his eyes on the road and mouthed along the words the classic song. Dean snuck a few looks at his brother while he was enjoying the less than spectacular cookie cutter scenery. He looked distant and detached from the world, and almost like he'd never seen it already, or just never seen it from that certain perspective. Dean had reached the street he'd been searching for for 10 minutes, he drove down it until he reached number 254. He cuffed Sam on the shoulder.
"Come on space cadet, we're here, so who are we?" he asked as he pulled the ID box out of the glove compartment.
"I guess we'll just be cops." Sam answered with a shrug. "Fine, let's be boring and predictable." Dean answered and picked out two badges and handed one to Sam.
"Yeah Dean, cause everyone's expecting to have demon hunters come on their doorstep, posing as police to investigate something that could possibly be linked to the paranormal." Said said in a slightly condescending and snarky way. Dean faked shock and replied with.
"Why Sammy, I wasn't going to say anything but since you that out there I must concur and remind you that 99 percent of the American population is afraid of everything." He said in his 'road scholar' voice as they approached the huge three-story house. It seemed like they were on the rich side of town, the house couldn't pass for a mansion but it's pretty damn close. It looked unlike every other house they'd seen in town, it was a red-orange colour with maroon shingles and huge windows with a balcony at the top.
"Showtime." Dean said with a grin, raising his eyebrows as they rung the doorbell. Ever almost 20 seconds of waiting a woman answered the door, she was about 5"6 and had shoulder length raven hair, her eyes were a brown hazel clour. She wasn't gorgeous but she definitely qualified as pretty.
"Hello," Said said kindly to Sam and Dean. "May I help you?"
Dean reacted right away "Hello, ma'am, we're from the police department, I'm officer Douglas and this is officer Ramone." He said as both him and Sam showed their badges and ID. The woman's pallor changed completely, she had gone white.
"I already told the police everything." She said with her lip trembling. Sam interjected here.
"We know, miss but sometimes the department feels more comfortable checking things out, please we'll just take a quick look around, maybe as you and everybody else in the house a few questions." He said with his pleading, puppy dog eyes which no human being can resist.
"Alright, come in. I'm Jeannie Ferris, I'm Janice's daughter." She said as she let the Winchesters into the giant house, it was ass immaculate on the inside as it was on the outside. Dean asked her as they walked in.
"So you were there when your mother fell?"
She looked down and answered "No, my sister was."
"Can we have a few words with her?" Sam asked anxiously.
"She's in the hospital right now." she said as she sat down.
"Can you tell us what happened?" Dean asked as him and Sam both sat down on the couch across from her.
"Well my sister isn't well, she has Schizoaffective disorder. So my mother looked after her, and then she died. So my sister, Gwen tried to hang herself, but luckily a family friend found her and took her to the hospital. I'm sorry officers but I have to go to work." She said running away and crying.
She left before Sam and Dean could so they took a few extra minutes to just scan the place with the EMF meter.
"Poor family." Sam said, shaking his head.
"You know what Schizoaffective disorder is, Sam?" Dean asked.
"Not really, but I guess it's related to schizophrenia, I never took psychology."
"So the sister's a skitzo? Like, has split personalities? Case solved, sister went skitzo and pushed the mother off the balcony. Time to hit the beach."
"Schizophrenics don't have split personalities, you twit.They have delusions and hallucinations."
"Sam I don't know about this, bothering that poor girl and maybe the woman fell, we just don't have loads to go on, Sam." Dean said, spreading his arms, which the EMF meter he held in his left hand started going off like crazy. Dean and Sam both looked at the door the meter was reacting at, Dean cautiously opened the door. It was a big bedroom. There were designs painted all over the walls, it was truly magnificent . On the east side was a unbelievably detailed sun rising and on the west side was an equally detailed moon, with tens, maybe a hundred stars and their constellations. There was a desk with photos of people on it. The only people they recognized were Jeannie, Janice and some with a girl that looked like Jeannie but had red hair and light blue eye. Sam pointed to her.
"My guess is that's Gwen."
"Wanna pay her a visit?"