"Do it again."
Sam flipped the channel on the TV. "I told you, I don't know how I did it, I don't know why you heard me."
"You projected it."
"On accident."
"Would you guys stop practicing Sam's psychicness already?" Dean stretched out on his stomach across the bed and Kayla moved over to make room for him.
She shrugged and flipped to the next page of the book. "If they entertained so much, didn't anyone hear the people in the attic? How did they keep it hidden for so long?"
"I think people did know but they kept quiet about it. The Crenshaw's were important in the area, no one was going to go against them." He pulled his laptop next to him and clicked through the police database.
"So you think Crenshaw offed the caretaker? After all this time?"
"Maybe he was pissed that he let us in." He found what he was looking for; missing persons. They were few and far between, not to mention they scanned about fifty square miles. No doubt the authorities hadn't made any links to them. Sam was fairly sure the twenty three were linked; all African Americans between twenty and thirty years old.
Kayla had been absently running her nails along the backside of Dean's neck and she noticed that he'd gotten still; the way he did when he tried not to react to something in front of Sam. She smiled slightly.
"Ok, so, right." Sam stood and closed his laptop. "Hey I blocked that out. I heard it, but I didn't want to and it stopped." Dean looked at him. "Right, I'm going to drive around, I'll bring back food. I'm just saying."
Kayla laughed. "Bye Sam."
Dean watched the door shut and turned to her with a smirk. "Great minds must think alike."
He pushed her book onto the floor and motioned her to him; there would be nothing taken for granted anymore. Sammy was going to try his hardest and he knew that but when it came down to it, he wasn't getting out of this deal. If he did, or if he even tried, Sam was a goner and he wouldn't let that happen. Not again. Dean was going to the pit, but until then every moment would be like his last.