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Dean balanced the sack in his hands as he opened the motel door to see Sam walking around the motel room. Two large duffel bags lay on the floor and Dean could see that his brother was on the phone.
"OK..yeah.." Sam turned when he noticed Dean had walked into the motel room and shut the door with his boot. "Yeah..he just got here. OK, we'll check it out." Sam hung up the phone and tossed it near the bag on the bed.
"What's up dude?" Dean threw a greasy sack of take out food at hi, not carrying if he caught it or not.
"Damn Dean, what the hell is your deal?" Sam yelped as the sack hit him in the chest and fell to the orange shag carpet, fried tumbling out. There was no way Sam was going to eat that now. Not telling how long this room had been cleaned. From the unmentionable stains all around the carpet, Sam guessed when they first built this flea bag decades ago.
"Bobby just called. Seems we have a case more local than Illinois."
Dean sighed and flopped face first onto the bed. "I just need some sleep."
"A murder at a local diner and a girl is missing. Mac's Diner, just outside of town."
Dean raised his head to look at his brother as he walked to the closet and took out a black suit. "What?"
Sam turned to see Dean with a weird look on his face. "Yeah, I guess the night cook came in to see a woman dead on the floor and the waitress was missing."
"So, this is our case because?"
"Yellow powder in the walk in fridge and the older woman's eyes were burned..hey!" Sam was pushed back as Dean barged to the closet and yanked a suit so hard off the rack, it brought the whole rod down crashing to the floor. "What the hell is with you?" Sam was puzzled as the bathroom door was slammed making the small windows shake.
"So, uh, wanna tell me what's up your ass?" Sam slid out of the passenger seat of the Impala and shut it with a loud thud. He knew his brother and that something was bothering him. He seemed moodier than usual, if that was possible. This job was taking a toll on the both of them and Dean seemed to be taking it harder.
Dean shut the drivers side door and joined Sam on the curb. He looked at the neon sign and flashed Mac's Diner in red. Just a few hours ago, he had been sitting at that corner booth over by the window and enjoying the view. "Let's just get this over with, huh? Then I'll promise, we'll put on a slow song and dance it out."
"Jerk." Sam grumbled as he reached into the inner lining of his jacket and extracted a black leather billfold.
"Bitch."
Taped around the door and two trash cans, hung yellow police tape with Crime Scene Do Not Cross written in black. Several officers were moving in and out of the diner and one was standing guard just behind the tape.
He extended his hand as he noticed Sam and Dean approach him. He put a hand on his holster and the other one halted them. "Hold it right there...this is a crime scene."
Dean glanced at Sam and they both flipped open their billfold, showing the FBI badges. "Agent White..this here is my partner Agent Sims." Dean nodded his head towards Sam as he tucked it back into his jacket.
The officer was young, Dean assumed fresh out of boot camp. He had the look of uncertainty about him. Like shooting fish in a barrel. "What are feds doing here? This is a murder scene."
"Well," Sam glanced at Dean who's attention was on the diner. "There has been a few like this and just want to cover some bases. Make sure this is not linked to the other murders."
The cop looked at them for a long while, trying to decide if what they were telling him was true or not. They were awfully young to be feds and the giant of a man's hair was a little long for regulation. But the badges did look legit. "CSI is photographing evidence. Body is near the kitchen." The young officer, who's badge read Jones, paused as he swallowed the bile that stuck his throat. "Meat wagon is due here in an hour, so you have until then. The cook is being questioned by the police and are wrapping that up, so you can have your turn soon."
Dean bent under the tape and pushed open the glass door, the bell above his head made a jingle, dodging a few cops as they walked outside.
He looked over to see the cook was sitting at one of the booths talking to a cop, his eyes bloodshot.
"Dean."
Dean turned to see that Sam was over by the bar and he could see a pair of plump legs that ended in a pair of gray sensible shoes. He almost let out a sigh of relief to know this wasn't Lana. He stepped around the bar to see Sam kneeling at the head of a woman with gray hair. The woman's eyes throat had been slashed and the blood was pooled around her head. That's when he noticed the yellowish substance.
Dean dipped his finger into the fine powder and brought it to his nose and instantly pulled it back. "Sulfur."
"There's more of that in the fridge. Any idea what it is?"
Sam looked up to see a cop with his hand resting on his badge, his huge belly strained against his waistband, threatening to send a button flying across the room."Uh..no idea...so..what did the witness say."
The cop sniffed and stared Dean and Sam down. 'And you would be?"
Dean brushed the sulfur off his hands and extended his hand. "Agent White..and this my partner, Agent Perry."
The cop looked at Dean's hand that was smeared with the yellow powder and gingerly took it and then proceeded to wipe his hands on his black pants. "Well..uh..witness states that he was in the back cooking when he heard a scream coming from the fridge. So he run s back there and see the waitress, I think her name was..." He took out the small notebook that had been stuffed in his lapel pocket of his uniform shirt. "Lana...up against the wall and this bald guy attacking her."
Sam noticed that Dean's mouth had twitched at the mention of the waitress. "Did he happen to say what this man looked like."
"Here's the funny thing," The cop sniffed and leaned forward. "Says the guy was tall, bald and had these weird tattoos all over his body. And he's eyes glowed this blue color." He stopped and chuckled. "Sounds like he was smoking the wacky tobacky if you ask me."
"Thank you officer." Sam followed Dean out to the car and looked at him over the top. "Got any ideas?"
"Not a single damn one. Looks like we have a call to make to Bobby and see what the hell this thing is. Obviously demon from the sulfur."
Sam nodded and opened the door and slid into the seat as Dean brought the big, powerful engine to life. There was something his brother was keeping from him and he wanted to get to the bottom of what that was.