Indeed, after a little over an hour Dean could see a road sign saying "Hamburg" and his mood lit up. "See, Sammy, we made it. We're in Hamburg!" Sam looked up, he hadn't slept at all, at least he was still as tired as before. Yawning, he had a stretch and looked out of the window.
"Wow, look at the harbour, it's beautiful, don't you think so?"
Dean mumbled something in agreement and scanned the street in front of him. "What the…" His mouth dropped open as he saw three almost naked ladies, waving them and touching their bodies seductively.
"Sammy, look at that! Is this… paradise?" Dean asked dreamily.
"No it's not, you idjit, it's the Reeperbahn. And now drive on, we got work to do."
Startled, the boys turned around to find Bobby sitting on their backseat. "What are you waiting for?!" Bobby smirked.
Obediently, Dean kept on driving and followed Bobby's instructions until they finally stopped in front of a small old house.
As the boys got out, Bobby gave each of them a hug and said, "Sorry about earlier, getting you here before the dark was more import than giving cheesy greetings. Let's go in and I'll explain everything to you." The three of them entered the house and made themselves comfortable on the sofa in the living room.
While Sam was yawning and having a stretch, Dean was sneezing deafeningly into the crook of his left elbow.
"Hrrr'GZSHshh."
"You doing alright?"
Bobby appeared next to them and handed each a bottle of beer, a quizzical look on his face.
As to answer the question Dean started coughing involuntary - thick and long - and it visibly took him a lot of effort to settle himself again. "Coming down with a cold?"
Dean snuffled and gave a shrug. "I'm okay."
At this, Sam rolled his eyes.
"How did you get to Germany, anyway?" Bobby looked surprised.
"Dean pissed off a witch, and kazaaaam, the Impala was standing in front of some sign saying 'Cologne.'"
Bobby chuckled, "Oh, okay. I've never heard of anything like that, but I won't complain. Since you are already here, you can also help me with my case."
"Hehhh'GZRSH-ehhh."
Dean looked up from his hands, looking for something to wipe them on.
"Boy, keep your snot to yourself, you don't want us to get sick either, do you?" Sam rolled his eyes and thought "Too late." as he felt his throat burning and aching badly. He grumbled something about 'being back in a minute' and disappeared in the bathroom.
"Heh'eKshh-uhh." Sam groaned in pain. He was definitely going to get sick too. If the terrible pain in his throat wasn't enough to prove, the sneeze surely was. He sighed and splashed some cold water into his face before returning into the living room.
"Alright boys, we are most certainly dealing with a poltergeist. Actually poltergeists aren't that much of a problem but this one's different. It can…"
"Hih'YESH-uhh."
Two pair of eyes were facing Dean now who was fiddling around with the shredded rests of his last tissue, trying to find a dry spot.
"Sorry," he said guiltily.
"Never mind," Bobby continued, "Well, the special ability is, that it can actually move on from house to house, it's not bound to just one. I've never seen anything like that before, so I thought I'd rather call you. It's always good to know to have some back-up, especially when…"
"Huhhh'DZRSHSH-uhh. Agh, I'b sorry. Agaid."
Dean was pressing the back of his hand to his nose, sniffling madly to try and keep it from running.
Bobby rolled his eyes in annoyance and handed him a roll of toilet paper.
"Thaggs. "
"Blow your nose, boy, I can barely make out what you're saying,"
he commanded with a laugh.
While Dean was noisily blowing his nose, Sam tried to clear his throat unobtrusively.
"So, how do we kill that son of a bitch?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Well, like any other ghost, too. Burn the bones. The problem is that I haven't even got his name when it was still human. I need you for research."
"Waid, I am barely able to flirt id German, how should I be able to udderstadd ady books?"
"There is such a thing called 'internet'. You've ever heard of that? It can help you translating."
"Add what about you?"
"Ich verstehe Deutsch, du Depp, ich brauche keinen Übersetzer."
(= I understand German, you idjit, I don't need a translator.)
Puzzled, Dean stared at him.
"Okay, whatever you've just said. I get what you meandd."
"Alright, the both of you do some research at the library, I'll see what I can find out by interviewing the locals. I'm sure at least one person must have heard of this strange ghost. See you around, boys."
"So…What exahh…heh…-exactly are we looking for?" Dean eyed the huge amount of book shelves confusedly.
"Anything related to these strange murders near Reeperbahn, maybe we'll find a pattern between the victims, which could help us with our case."
"Mmm." Dean grunted in response and crinkled his nose.
Sam took a couple of old looking books out of the shelf and dropped them next to Dean on the table producing a small dust cloud.
"Dude, keep your dust to yoursehhh…self-HHRSHH-uhh. Ugh, see what I mehh…mean? Hhh'GDTSHsh."
An angry Dean looked up from his book and threw his brother a fiendish sideways glance.
"Sorry. I can't help that you have a sensitive nose." Sam grinned at him.
"My fucking nose is not sensihhh…hehhh…" Dean started but as to contradict his nose started revolting again, making his breath quiver.
Determined not to let Sammy triumph, he pressed his fist under his nose and held his breath. Sam bit back a smug grin and watched his brother struggling, his nose twitching madly and his eyes tearing slightly.
Feeling a little guilty, he averted his eyes and opened one of the books he had found. Luckily he had also found a German dictionary, so could look up a few words to understand what the books were about. After he had skimmed a couple of pages, he heard a hasty intake of air and looked up. It was his elder brother.
Rolling his eyes in annoyance, Dean turned his head away from him and let loose a messy sneeze in the crook of his elbow.
"Hhhh'rrESH-uhh. Say a wordd andd I kill you."
Sam chuckled with a hint of schadenfreude and dedicated himself back to the book. The hours passed and the boys gradually lost interest because all they could find were myths about nymphs like the Lorelei but nothing about ghosts in particular.
"I'm starting to think that the Germans left poltergeists out purposely! What's so bad about them?"
Sam closed his book with a snap and send another cloud of dust into the air, much to Dean's disapproval.
"Hehh…Sab, I hahhh…hate you!" He got barely the words out before sneezing convulsively into his hands. "Hhhhr'GTZSH-uhh, hehh…hhhhr…Heh'GDzSH-uhh."
This time, Sam couldn't hold back and laughed at him.
"Dean, you're adorable, you know that?"
With a wet sniff Dean faced him, mimicking him. "Adorable. Yeah, sure."
His nose had gotten runny and he dragged a wrist under it, sniffing helplessly. "Uh, I'll be right back," he grumbled, standing up to go to the bathroom.
"Okay, see you then."
"Hhhh'GZSH-uhh…ohh…Fuhh…Fucking Sam with his fucking duhhh…dust. Heh'rrESHhh-yew. Uh god, I'b disgustigg." Dean delivered another sneeze into the wad of toilet paper in his hands, trying to blow but finding his nose too blocked up to do so.
Sniffing thickly, he tried to breath but ended up coughing noisily.
Suddenly, the door of the unisex bathroom opened and a brunette woman entered, a little started by his appearance.
"Whad?" Dean asked her as she continued staring at him.
"Ich glaube wir haben uns schon einmal getroffen," she said, giving him an insecure smile. (= I believe we've met before.)
"Dodn't understadd no fuhh-fuckigg Germa…hhhh'GDSHhh-uhh. Sorry."
Her eyes lit up and she flashed him a confident smile. "Actually, I'm really sure I have met you before! You're the guy with the cold from the gas station, the guy who's hunting with his brother and father, am I right?"
Dean, who had buried his cherry red nose in a heap of toilet paper, stared at her in disbelief. "I dodn't thigg so, the ode I got to kndow was blondde."
"You ever heard about dying one's hair?"
"True. Sorry agaidd." Dean blushed, the colour of his cheeks resembling the one of his nose.
"So, whad are you doigg here?"
"I am working."
"Add what exagtly?"
"Research."
"You are very talkative, you kndow thad?"
"Yeah, I'm aware."
Dean smiled, for some reason he liked her.
"Do you thigg you could help be? I'b also doigg sobe research."
"In the bathroom?"
Dean rolled his eyes. "Just follow be, please."