Chapter 2: Those Tricksters
Author's note: Okay, so we bring Dexter into all of this. For those of you who watch the series, Dexter has baby Harrison. In the book series (which I adore) he has baby Lily Anne, so we gave him both :) Remember, this isn't a well thought out story-it's just my sister and me writing back and forth, but if you enjoy it, please let us know and I'll continue to type it up. Thanks!
Castiel's heart broke when they arrived through the backyard gate which was open for guests. Suzanna was already holding a wine cooler talking to two other men.
"And that's how you know if your neighbor is really piggybacking your wifi," one of them told her.
Suzanna laughed and nodded polietly and then smiled when she saw Castiel.
"Steven!" She moved to awkwardly and very briefly put her arms around his neck.
"Elaine loved the lilies," she told him.
Castiel smiled shyly and narrowed his gaze at Dean, who nodded in a thumbs-up kind of way. When Suzanna moved back, she turned to the others.
"Have you met the neighbors to the right of me?" She asked Castiel. "Shawn Spencer and Burton Guster?"
Castiel shook their hands. He introduced Dean and Sam. Another duo came out of the house, a man and a woman.
"These are my roommates," Suzanna said. "Robby and Laura."
Robbie was the perfect example of every woman's dream. He looked like he was straight out of a magazine ad. He was handsome, well-groomed, and was wearing two polo shirts-one on top of the other, expensive looking shorts, and a gold watch. Laura looked like your classic feminist artsy woman and was a little bit chubby, but most of her weight was in her hips and boobs.
"Robbie's a cardiologist," Suzanna told them. "Laura's a painter."
"And what is it you do exactly?" Gus asked Suzanna.
"I work for an art gallery," she told him. "Laura helped me to get the job."
Shawn put a hand to his temple.
"Not just a painter," he said. "I'm sensing Laura is a sculptor as well."
Laura blinked and looked at Suzanna.
"You told him?" She asked.
"No," Shawn said smiling. "She also didn't tell me you're into acupuncture."
Suzanna let out a beautiful, breathy laugh.
"Oh my gosh! That's amazing! How did you know?" She asked.
"Because I'm a psychic," Shawn said simply, and a little smugly. "I used to work for-"
"A private business," Gus interrupted, shooting him a look.
Dean and Sam exchanged wary glances.
"Psychic, huh?" Dean chimed in. "How does that work? Like you...tell the future? Peer into a crystal ball?"
Shawn looked at him and said, "I read the present, actually."
He put a hand to his head again.
"I'm getting shots...shots fired...a gun."
"A gun?" Robbie smirked. "This is Texas, Man. Who doesn't own a gun?"
"A very particular gun, an older gun," Shawn said. "A Samuel Colt gun. But you're no collector...not of guns..."
He went to work looking at every little detail on the older Winchester.
"You're very right to be so superstitious," he said, catching the grains of salt in the cuff of his jeans, the protection charm necklace and the small crystal hanging from his carkeys peeking out of his jeans pocket. "There are a lot of un-wordly dangers out there."
Sam looked flabbergasted and it took him a second to regain composure.
"Dean?" He asked, trying to sound casual. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Dean kept a wary eye on Shawn for a few ore seconds and followed his brother over to the pool.
"Dean, if this guy's a real psychic, he could help us," Sam told him.
"That guy?" Dean scoffed. "He's not psychic!"
"But he knew all of that stuff about you," Sam countered. "About Suzanna's roommate. That doesn't seem weird to you?"
"Yeah, but all the psychics we've met could see into the future," Dean pointed out.
Just then, a girl with dark hair and glasses came around through the gate holding a brown paper sack.
"Ding-dong," she greeted.
Suzanna smiled at her and said, "Oh, hey, Darcy. I'm so glad you could make it."
Darcy handed her the bag and Suzanna frowned slightly as she pulled out a jar of pickle spears floating in a fluorescent red liquid.
"They're Kool Aid pickles," Darcy explained. "They're really good."
Dean and Sam perked up, turning to back to the others.
"Did you say Kool Aid pickles?" Dean asked.
Darcy shrugged. "Look, it sounds weird, but they're pretty tasty."
"I haven't had one of these since I was a kid," Dean said, picking up the jar from the food table where Suzanna had set them down. He took one out and offered the jar to Sam, who shook his head warily.
Robbie and Laura had cooked Texas-style barbecue, which turned out to be amazing and Suzanna continued to offer dips and snacks and drinks to their guests. Castiel got the courage to inch his way over to her.
"You have a lovely yard," he said.
"Thank you." Suzanna smiled. "I'm hoping to start a flowerbed soon."
She held up a tray of dips and pates to him. "Hummus?"
"Um, sure." Castiel dipped a red pepper slice into the strong-smelling mush.
Dean continued to chow down on Darcy's pickles, and she approached him, grinning.
"Wow," she said, laughing.
"I used to love these as a kid," Dean explained. "I lived all over the place, and I can't remember where they were so popular."
"Army brat?" She guessed.
Dean shook his head. "No, but our dad traveled a lot for work."
Darcy nodded and the two of them stood there awkwardly while Dean sucked pickle juice from his fingers.
"Well, I'm gonna go grab some brisket, " Darcy said. "Go ahead finish the jar if you want."
Shawn glided over to where Castiel and Suzanna were talking. Castiel managed an almost smile at Shawn, giving all he had to be polite.
"Suzanna," Shawn said. "I must apologize. Gus ate all of your pepperjack cheese cubes. He's savage that way. But I also want to apologize for cracking your windshield."
Suzanna chuckled and said, "It's fine, Shawn. After a rock cracked my windshield on the highway, I've been hoping for a bigger one so the insurance company would finally fix it."
"I see," Shawn said. "Would you also like us to break into your house and steal everything so you can get new furniture?"
Suzanna laughed again, this time touching Shawn's arm. Castiel frowned at the touch.
"Shawn?" A nasal voice spoke.
They all turned to see the creepy cat neighbor.
"Hello, Jerry," Suzanna greeted.
"Thank you for inviting me," Jerry said, holding up a container. "I brought Jello salad."
"Creepy cat guy," Dean muttered to Sam. "Twelve o'clock."
Sam looked at Jerry, who was inspecting carrot sticks on the vegetable tray, smelling them and then putting them back. Sam made a face. He then noticed Jerry talking to Shawn in a hushed tone about a haunted house.
"Dean," he hissed, slapping his older brother on the shoulder. "Jerry owns the house on Ridge and Woodsong!"
"Jerry lives next door to us," Dean reminded him.
"He must have rent houses," Sam said. "He hired Shawn as a psychic to investigate."
"Ooh, a haunted house?" They both jumped a little to see Darcy standing right next to them, eating food from a paper plate.
"That sounds fun," she said. "Is that what you guys do? Hunt ghosts?"
The Winchester brothers laughed nervously.
"That's funny," Dean said. "Like we believe in ghosts."
Darcy shrugged. "I've seem some bat-crunk crazy in my life."
" 'Bat-crunk', huh?" Dean's brows furrowed and he looked at Sam. "Um, yeah, ghosts...only weirdos believe in that stuff."
Darcy chewed some potato salad. "What about Bigfoot? Aliens? Underpants gnomes?"
"You're weird," Dean told her, but he was smiling.
Darcy grinned. "Thanks."
Sam frowned at Dean and walked away. He waited for Shawn to finish talking to Jerry and then approached him.
"Hey, Man," he greeted casually. "That, uh, that psychic thing seems pretty cool."
"Thanks," Shawn replied, and looked around awkwardly when Sam said nothing else. For several seconds they were both silent.
"Okay, well, bye," Sam said, and walked away.
Juliet walked up to Shawn.
"Who was that?" She asked.
"Duck McGurken," Shawn told her.
"Who?"
"I have no idea."
Now that everyone was fixing plates and eating, Castiel made sure he was quick enough to land the spot next to Suzanna. When Darcy approached them, he forced himself to be a gentleman and stood up.
"Oh, no, Darcy said, waving the idea away. "You're cool, Steve-O."
She sat down beside the pool. Dean watched her from his spot standing next to Sam. Sam watched Shawn and Juliet, mostly Shawn.
"There's something up with her," Dean said, licking barbecue sauce from his fingers. "I can feel it."
"Oh, but nothing comes to mind about the creepy psychic guy?" Sam asked sarcastically.
"He's not psychic," Dean said simply.
"He knew about the colt, Dean," Sam pointedout. "How could he know about that?"
"Okay, Sam," Dean demanded. "What do you want from the guy, huh? Why do we suddenly need a psychic?"
"Hey, Fellas." Jerry suddenly interrupted, munching on a rib. "Great cook out, huh?"
"Um, yeah..." Sam managed to smile politely.
"I wanted to bring the cats," Jerry continued. "But they're beggars."
He chuckled and shook his head. Dean and Sam looked at each other uncomfortably.
"See this scratch on my arm?" Jerry, who always wore sweater vests and long-sleeved shirts, rolled his sleeve to show them. "That's where Big Bertha got me after I wouldn't share my deviled ham."
"Big Bertha," Dean repeated, nodding.
"And Buster Brown got me on the leg," Jerry said, raising up his pant leg. "Never eat chocolate pudding in front of a Maine Coon."
"So," Sam asked with a casual shrug. "You and Shawn know each other?"
"Hm?" Jerry blinked behind his old, eighties glasses. "Oh,yes! Shawn Spencer. He's doing some-" he winked dramatically. " 'Private work' for me, if you know what I mean."
Dean and Sam simultaneously frowned.
"I hope we don't know what you mean," Dean said.
"I'm trying to sell a house in town," Jerry explained. "But visitors keep telling me odd things occur inside-that they hear voices, see shadows. Mr. Spencer told me he can communicate with spirits so I've hired him to investigate the possibility of the house being haunted."
"Oh." Sam nodded. "Have you ever seen anything?"
"No, not once," Jerry said.
"Maybe it's a cat," Dean suggested with fake cheerfulness.
"Oh, no," Jerry said in all seriousness. "If it were a phantom feline, I would know."
Sam and Dean only stared at him, and then at each other.
"Nice talking to you, Jerry," Dean finally said, pulling his brother away by the arm.
"That guy is so friggin' weird," he muttered."
Castiel pushed his food around his plate with a plastic fork as Suzanna chattered away in her lovely voice with her dazzling smile. He couldn't keep up with what she was talking about because he was too caught up in her rich, brown eyes. He made sure, though, to laugh when she did.
"You speak French?" She asked, her brows furrowing slightly.
"French?" Castiel repeated, his mouth suddenly feeling dry.
"Yeah, I told you what my mother told the guidance counselor in French and you laughed before I could ever tell you what she said in English," Suzanna explained, a confused smile still on her face.
Castiel could speak French, but only because language barriers meant nothing to angels, but he couldn't speak back necessarily. He just heard all language the same.
"A little," he replied neutrally.
Suzanna took a delicate sip of her iced tea and said, "I'm really glad you came. I mean, it's nice for neighbors to get to know each other, right?"
Castiel nodded, taking a bite of chicken. There was barbecue sauce on the corner of his mouth. Suzanna chuckled at him. Castiel looked like a confused dog. Suzanna handed him her napkin. Dean and Sam watched from a distance, proudly.
"Attaboy, Cas," Dean said, taking a swig from his beer he'd got from the ice chest.
"She's cute," Sam agreed.
Dean narrowed his gaze at him and asked, "What about you, Sammy?"
"What about me?" Sam asked.
"Now that we're 'settled down' are you gonna 'settle down'?" Dean used air quotes with his free hand.
Sam suddenly thought of Abigail and her adorable smile and small voice with a slight rasp to it. He bit his bottom lip and told his brother, "Shut up."
Carlton couldn't help but secretly feel better after the barbecue. It was nice to mingle with people, even if it wasn't the way he preferred. He was in the kitchen drinking a glass of milk, standing up at the counter when he heard someone else come in. He turned around a jumped nearly a foot in the air when he was it was O' Hara. He managed to slosh milk everywhere.
"Sorry." Juliet frowned. "Did I spook you?"
It was still very strange to catch her in night clothes. She continued to stare expectantly at him and he quickly reached for paper towels to clean up the mess.
"For God's sake, O'Hara," he said. "Put some clothes on."
"I am wearing clothes," she said.
Pajama bottoms, a t-shirt, and a cotton zip up sweater was hardly clothes, Carlton thought. She wasn't even wearing shoes. She was practically naked!
"Oh, leave the milk out," she said as he started to put it away.
Carlton roughly and awkwardly set the open gallon on the counter, causing milk to splatter again. He frowned and set his glass down.
"Oh, boy," he muttered.
As Carlton began to get more paper towels, Shawn breezed into the kitchen wearing a pair of onesie pajamas covered in geometric shapes. He handed Carlton the paper towels. Carlton paused, frowning at him.
"Oh, hey, Jules, "Shawn said, smiling at Juliet.
"What are you wearing?" Carlton asked him.
"My onesie," Shawn said, shrugging. "After all, what is WP without P&J?"
"WP?" Juliet repeated.
"Witness protection," Shawn said. "Well, Gus and are about to watch Sixteen Candles. Care to join us? I can't make any promises, but I'm sure there'll be a pillow fight."
Carlton sighed and muttered, "This is it. This is Hell."
'This is Hell', Dexter Morgan thought as his one-year-old daughter smeared strawberry ice cream in his hair.
Rita was at her weekly book club meeting for the evening and Dexter had all four children by himself-Astor, Cody, Harrison, and Lily Anne. Astor and Cody had long abandoned the dinner table and dishes and were upstairs minding their own business. Five-year-old Harrison was still working on his bowl of ice cream, spilling a lot of it down the front of his shirt. Lily Anne had gracefully managed to knock her entire bowl off of her high chair and onto the floor right after she'd painted with it.
"Harrison, go upstairs and tell your brother and sister to come help clean the kitchen," Dexter said as Lily Anne stealthily unfastened her diaper and peed on her father.
Harrison obediently jogged upstairs and when he returned he said, "Astor said she's in the shower and Cody said he's pooping."
"They're playing video games, aren't they?" Dexter guessed. He frowned when he felt something wet and warm on his shirt.
"Yup." Harrison casually went back to his ice cream.
Dexter sighed and bagged up the trash. Still holding a half-diapered Lily Anne, he took it outside to the bin and saw his neighbor across the street digging in the trunk of his old Chevy Impala. The inside of the hood was loaded with various weapons. Dexter frowned. The neighbor shut the trunk and turned around to wave. Dexter waved back and held up Lily Anne's hand to make it wave too. As soon as the neighbor's back was turned again, Dexter scowled menagingly.
"Dah-dee," Lily Anne babbled, snapping her father back to reality.
When Dexter went back into the house, he didn't see Harrison at the table. He put Harrison's bowl in the dishwasher and continued cleaning the kitchen. Lily Anne, now in a fresh diaper, played with pots and pans on the floor.
"Harrison!" Dexter called. "Bath time!"
He picked Lily Anne up and called again, "Harrison! Bath!"
He went upstairs to open Cody's door where Cody and Astor were playing some sort of fighting game on the Xbox.
"Where's Harrison?" He asked, looking around.
"He's not in here," Astor said, also looking around.
Dexter checked the room Harrison and Lily Anne shared and then Astor's room and then all three bathrooms. He went back to Cody and Astor's room.
"Help me look for your brother," he told them, and all three of them went scouting.
"A child snatching demon," Sam read online using his phone, scrolling through some information. "You think that could be it?"
They had just got word from their stolen police scanner that two children in the local area were missing. Dean was already packing up their hunting gear. He hated to be slightly excited about missing children, but he was tired of pretending the white picket fence life with a dog and a paycheck was enough for him.
"Luckily I haven't seen many kids in this neighborhood," Sam said.
Dean shook his head and said, "Not true. The dude that lives across the street has kids. A whole friggin' herd of 'em."
"Oh, yeah, Dexter," Sam said.
"You know him?" Dean asked, frowning.
"We leave for work around the same time," Sam said. "He's..."
"Creepy?" Dean finished his sentence for him.
"Yeah." Sam shrugged. "A little."
Just then the sounds of commotion were heard outside across the street. Sam and Dean both stood up and walked to the living room window. They saw Dexter's wife frantically charging through her front yard.
"How could you let this happen, Dexter?!" She shrieked.
Dexter was right on her heels.
"I was out of the kitchen for not even a minute! Will you try and stay calm, please?"
"Stay calm?!" Rita, the wife, whirled around to face him. "I am calm! I'm going to the police station to report this! Somebody took my baby..."
She burst into tears and leaned against Dexter. Dexter wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. Sam and Dean looked at each other.
"Whoa," Sam breathed. "That demon doesn't waste any time."
Dean looked over at Sam. "You're telling me. We gotta find this thing."
They looked out the window again and stiffened. Dexter and Rita were still standing in their yard, Dexter holding onto Rita as she cried. Only his face was pointed directly at the window where Sam and Dean stood, and his piercing stare was aimed right at them. Dean slowly lowered the blinds. He turned to face Sam, but Sam was already away from the window sitting at the table. He looked up at Dean and said, "You were the one looking, not me."
"Did you see the look in that dude's eyes?" Dean sat on the couch. "He looked like he wanted to kill us."
As Dean and Sam loaded up their gear to go demon-hunting, they heard a knock at their front door. The brothers looked at one another and Dean moved cautiously to open it. He opened it a crack and then all the way when he saw it was Darcy.
"Hey," she greeted with a sassy little wave.
"Hey," Dean replied, trying not to sound so confused.
"Busy?" She asked.
"Um, yeah, actually, "Dean said. "About to head out for...work."
"What part of the plant do you work in again?" Darcy asked.
"Machinery, usually," Dean replied.
Darcy nodded and said, "They have you working with crossbows, I see. Sounds exciting."
Dean hid the crossbow he was holding behind his back.
Darcy held up her hands defensively and said, "Maybe some other time."
"Other time?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
Darcy only grinned and said, "G'night, Dean Winchester."
She walked away and Dean shut the door. Sam approached him and asked, "What was that about?"
His brother shrugged and said, "I have no idea."
Sam slapped his shoulder and said, "She's jail bait, you know."
"Yeah." Dean sighed. "I know."
They finished loading up their gear and carried the bags outside to the Impala.
"So what do we know about this child snatching demon anyway?" Dean asked, looking at the Morgan house across the street.
"Not a lot," Sam admitted reluctantly.
As the Winchester brothers headed down the road, a young woman running down the street called out something.
"Suzanna?" Sam said. "Pull over, Dean."
Dean pulled over and she ran up to the driver side window. It was not Suzanna, but looked a lot like her. Almost just like her.
"Hey," she breathed out.
"You okay?" Sam asked her.
"Have you seen a little boy? He's almost three, has dark skin, curly black hair-"
Sam and Dean exchanged looks. The girl ran a hand through her hair and said, "Oh, God. Liam."
"Your son?" Dean guessed.
"Kid brother," she replied. "Police are here, but I'm askin' around anyway. We just moved here. I'm worried sick."
"Fiona!" A man jogged up to her. "Just talked to the police. There's another kid missing on the same block."
He eyed Dean and Sam, but didn't ask who they were. Fiona allowed the man to embrace her.
"Jimmy, what are we gonna do?" She asked, close to tears.
"We'll keep an eye out," Sam promised.
Fiona nodded inattentively and called out, "Liam! Liam!"
Sam and Dean drove on.
"I wonder how many kids have already been taken," Sam said. "I just hope we're not too late and something terrible's happened to them."
Dean sped up.
"And then you just give a magic shake and a CLAP! And the birdie's back!" Gabriel, a sneaky angel, said, making the children squeal with laughter.
He held up little Harrison Morgan and tickled him.
"Oh, this is fun," he mused. "I should have been a clown."
He had twelve children in total. Soon enough, Dean and Sam would be on his scent after following the obvious clues he'd left for them and then he'd soak up their humiliation when they discovered it had been him. Plus, the kids weren't so bad either.
"Who wants to have a balloon party?" He asked, making balloons appear out of thin air as he snapped his fingers.
"Yay!" The kids jumped up and down, catching and tossing balloons.
"How are we even supposed to find this thing?" Dean asked. "I don't even know where I'm driving."
"Stop the car!" Sam ordered.
Dean slammed on the brakes. Ahead of them was a group of teenagers and older kids arguing with each other. The brothers could see one of them holding a little red jacket.
"Looks like we found our first clue," Dean said and leaned over to fish fake FBI badges out of the glove compartment.
The Winchester brothers stepped out of the car and Dean put on his most authoritative voice.
"Hey!" He boomed. "What's goin' on here?"
When he was ignored, he flashed his badge and Sam obnoxiously waved a flashlight around.
"Agent Maddox, FBI, break it up," he said.
"FBI?" A little girl of eleven or twelve asked.
"Ignore him, Debs," An older boy-maybe seventeen, eighteen-ish, told her.
"I'm sorry," Dean scoffed. "Did you just say 'ignore him'?"
The boy looked at him, completely unafraid.
"Yeah, I did," he said.
"We got a couple of missing kids out," Sam said, nodding his head at the little red jacket. "Where'd you get that?"
"It's our brothers," the girl said. "He's missing. We found it right over-"
"Debbie," another boy, a ginger one, shook his head at her.
"We're doing everything we can to find them, "Dean said. In a much more gentle voice, he asked Debbie, "Where did you find it, Sweetheart?"
"Okay, back the fuck up!" The first boy said, moving Debbie behind him. "You really expect us to believe you're FBI?"
"We are FBI," Sam said, trying to keep a hard, stony face.
"Yeah?" The boy said. "Well your badges are wrong. Feds don't use that seal anymore."
"Where did you find the jacket?" Dean barked. He didn't have time to play twenty questions with these kids. Other kids lives were at stake.
"Lip," the ginger boy said, taking the other by the arm. "Maybe they can help."
"We found it at the edge of that wooded trail that goes to the park," Debbie said.
"Shawn!" Gus hissed. "What are we doing?"
He and Shawn not so discretely slinked from bush to bush.
"We're solving a kidnapping case," Shawn replied. "And why didn't you wear black like I told you to? You're going to get us caught!"
"You're wearing a yellow t-shirt!" Gus pointed out.
Shawn rolled his eyes.
"All of my black clothes are dirty. Besides, if at least one of us had worn black, the one in yellow could be mistaken for moonlight," he said.
"That's Rita Morgan," Gus said, looking at a woman standing across the street on the edge of her driveway holding a baby and sniffling.
"Let's go talk to her," Shawn said, attempting to creep over.
Gus smacked him on the arm and Shawn stood upright and walked. They approached the weepy Rita.
"Hello, Rita," Shawn said in a gentle voice. "My name is Shawn Spencer. I'm the head psychic for the RRPD. This is my partner, Howlin Monkey."
Rita wiped her eyes with a Kleenex.
"Psychic? Those things really exist?" She asked.
Gus was busy making funny faces at baby Lily Anne.
"Did your son have any enemies?" Shawn asked.
Rita frowned. "He's five."
Shawn looked at Gus who was giving him an 'Are you serious right now' look.
"That's good," Shawn said, nodding and wringing his hands. "That rules out gangs and psychotic ex-girlfriends and the like."
He looked at Gus for help.
"Where was the last place anyone saw him?" Gus asked.
"Dexter-my husband," Rita said. "He said he stepped out of the house with Lily Anne to take the trash out and when he came back inside, Harrison was just gone."
She blew her nose and said, "We thought maybe he wandered off until we heard about the other missing children."
She broke down in tears again.
Shawn let his hyper-observant skills kick into high gear. Gus noticed what he was doing so he tried to question Rita further to stall for time.
"Do you keep the doors unlocked when you step outside? Any unlocked windows?" He asked.
Rita blinked. "I'm sue Dexter didn't lock the door because he was coming right back in, but all of our windows are locked."
Shawn pretended to have a vision. Meanwhile, Gabriel was watching this scene play out through a crystal ball. He liked crystal balls. They were just so tacky they were wonderful.
"Psychic, huh?" He said, bouncing a random toddler on his hip as the other children played with puppies he'd made magically appear. "This looks like a job for the Trickster!"
He blew raspberries on the toddler's tummy.
"Lil' Liam!" He exclaimed. "That's me!"
Shawn suddenly felt a jolt go through him-the same kind one gets when they're woken from a deep sleep and feel like they're falling. It made his head sting.
"Shawn?" Gus looked slightly worried.
Shawn suddenly had movie clip-esque thoughts that blurred through his mind at lightening speed, but somehow, he was absorbing all of it.
"Gabriel!" He said. "Gabriel took the kids! All twelve of them! It's a trap he set for the Winchesters!"
"Who are the Winchesters?" Gus asked, frowning.
Shawn could see Gabriel in his mind, letting the little abducted ones chase him around in some sort of one-roomed structure. The images pounded him like paint balls and he actually winced.
"Mr. Spencer?" Rita looked concerned.
"Excuse us for a moment," Gus said, pulling Shawn away.
When they were a good distance away, he dropped Shawn's arm like a hot potato.
"What was that?!" He demanded.
"I had a vision," Shawn said, gingerly touching the side of his head.
"That wasn't vague and mystical at all and where did you get that kind of information just by looking around?" Gus asked.
"No, Gus," Shawn said. "I think I had a real, honest to God vision."
Gus frowned at him. "You're not really psychic."
"Look," Shawn told him, sounding frustrated. "I can't explain it. At all. But I konw who took the kids. I know where they are. We have to find Sam and Dean Winchester."
"Who are Sam and Dean Winchester?"
"The brothers from the barbecue," Shawn said. "Tall dudes. They drive the Impala."
"You mean that noisy thing that probably gets terrible mileage?" Gus asked.
"Yeah, but it's a sweet ride," Shawn said. "Don't worry, Buddy. The Blueberry would smoke it in a race."
As they started down the sidewalk, Shaw had another series of images flash through his mind. More information.
"Were are we going anyway?" Gus asked. "And what makes you think you had a 'real' vision?"