-1Siren's Song part three

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Sam laughed softly and shook his head. "Fine, I won't try to help you, then." Dean sniffled and blew his nose. "Jerk."

"Shut up, Bitch." His voice was muffled under his hands, but the meaning was very clear.

"Fine, shutting up. So, are we going back to that store?"

"Have to, it was the only one I saw here. Trust me, I was looking, too." Sam pulled the car into the parking lot and turned it off. "Okay, I'm gonna go get my Kleenexes, you stay out here and have some friendly chit chat with those guys over there."

"Wait, Dean, why do I... and you leave." Sam shrugged and went up to the three guys sitting at the table.

Dean snagged a few boxes of the tissues, wincing at the price. He glanced up and smiled. Sparrow was still there, and yeah, maybe he looked a little like crap, but he'd charmed prettier girls looking worse. He set the boxes down and cleared his throat. "So, we meet again. Sparrow, right?"

She started and turned around from the cigarette counter, which she'd been refilling. "Yeah, it seems we do. And it seems you know more about me, than I do about you. What's your name?" She kept her voice casual, yet somehow flirty.

"Oh, it's Dean. Pleasure to meet you." He held out his hand to shake hers, but pulled it back quickly. "Sorry, you don't want this crap. My brother's already freaking out about it." He looked around the shop and noticed a sign advertising boat rentals. "Hey, is this the lake those guys drown in?"

She looked up at him sharply. "Yeah, it is. Why?"

"Well, you rent boats here. I mean, I read that there were a lot of drownings on that lake. Doesn't that hurt business at all?" He leaned against the counter, ignoring her sudden change in demeanor.

She sighed softly and shook her head, going back to her old self. "No, no. Those guys were drunk at the time." She send it as calmly as if she was telling him the time.

"Really? I didn't read..."

"Look, I don't want to talk about this, okay. In a place like this everybody knows everybody, so it was sort of a shock, you know? This is where everyone goes when they don't want to drive three hours away to buy a loaf of bread, so I saw them all pretty much every day." Her voice shook convincingly.

Dean frowned. "Yeah, I get that. I'm sorry I brought it up, really. I'll just pay for my stuff and get out of your hair." He handed Sparrow another twenty and got a few dollars back, then left without saying good bye.

Sam trotted up to Dean as soon as he saw him come out of the store. "Hey, I was about to come find you. You are not going to believe what I found out."

Dean nodded, but held up his hand in a "wait" motion, then sneezed about ten times in a row.

"You done?" Sam sounded impatient.

"You know, most people say 'bless you' or something equally nice. Who taught you your manners?"

"I'm looking at him. Now shut up and listen to what I'm about to tell you. You know the drownings that happened a few months ago? There was someone else there. This high school girl. They wouldn't tell me her name, but she told the cops that before the guys started to strip and jump into the lake, they started acting really weird. And talking about what beautiful music it was."

Dean shook his head, confused. "What was?"

"Exactly. She said she didn't hear anything and told them to take her back before they went looking for it."

"Well, did they?" Dean leaned gently against the hood of his car, not seeming to realize that it was getting colder.

Sam shook his head in an almost excited way. "No, she said they just started to take off their clothes, I know" he said as Dean opened his mouth to say that the papers had left that out all the times they read about it, "I was surprised too. I guess the obits wanted to leave them with some dignity. I mean, having your clothes ripped off by rocks or something is one thing, but taking them off yourself? Quite another. Anyway, they all jumped into the lake and just started to swim, even though they weren't really trying, they just said that they needed to find that music, then down they went."

"What music? What the hell are you talking about? Was she insane or something?"

"No, but everyone thought she was. Her own family checked her into a mental health facility when she couldn't get over it. That's why those guys wouldn't tell me who she was. Wanted to spare the family."

Dean let out a low whistle. "Wow, that's weird." He ran a hand through his hair. "You think she was telling the truth?"

"Dude, I know she was telling the truth. Let's go back to the motel and I'll show you why. Besides, you're shivering." He got into the car and started it up.

Dean got in, opened a box of Kleenex and blew his nose. "Can you tell me a little bit of why you think that girl's telling the truth at least?" He sniffled a bit.

"Unless I'm wrong, and I honestly don't think I am, that island has Sirens on it." Sam glanced at Dean, trying to gage his reaction.

"Sirens? As in the weirdo chicks who lured sailors to their deaths?" He sounded slightly incredulous.

"No, as in the things on top of emergency vehicles. Of course the other kind. I mean, think about it, the music that girl couldn't hear, the guys just jumping to their deaths, everything makes sense."

"I don't know, Sammy, that's really far fetched."

"It's Sam, and what do you mean, far fetched? How is this any more off the wall than ghosts and demons and all that good stuff?"

"It's Greek mythology, Sam. I mean, real mythology." He sniffled and closed his eyes.

"Yeah, but you're the one who's always saying that myths come from somewhere."

"I know, but mythology?!" He repeated the word, as if trying to stress to Sam exactly how crazy that sounded. "You gonna try to tell me that Zeus and Hera were real too?"

"We've seen weirder things, Dean. You know it and I know it." Sam's voice was firm. "At least let me try to prove it to you before you blow it off as a crazy idea."

Dean sniffled and blew his nose for what felt like the thousandth time that day. "Fine Sam, show me why you think this is Homer come to life."

Sam nodded as he turned the car into the parking lot. "I'm glad you see reason." He stopped teasing Dean as soon as he started to cough badly. Sam held back the urge to pat his shoulder. "You gonna live, Dean?" He tried to keep his voice playful.

Dean nodded, albeit rather weakly. "Yeah, I'll live. God that hurt, though."

"Sounded like it. Go lie down, will you." Sam unlocked the door and pulled it open. "I thing I'm going to study up on this some more, okay."

Dean sighed as he pulled off his boots. "Sure Sammy, just don't get too loud if you decide to take a break and download some porn, okay."

Sam grinned and shook his head. "Shut up, Jerk. Go to sleep, okay."

Dean had already crawled under the somewhat stiff motel covers. "Don't take a shower when I'm not awake, okay."

Sam gave him an odd look. "Are you still hung up on Psycho?"

"Yeah, I am. Now I'm going to sleep." He closed his eyes and forced his aching body to relax. Within ten minutes he was snoring in a rather loud, congested way.