REUNITED AND IT FEELS AWKWARD

SCENE EIGHT

Swiftly Sam moves, using special tools to open the main doors. A thick gush of putrid air rushes out and Sam unprepared takes a large amount into his lungs, sending him a few steps backwards. He became slightly light headed from the intense fumes and for a moment thought about throwing-up, but without breakfast or coffee that soon passed and he prepared himself to walk inside where he found the building directory and headed straight for the examiners room. His face covered by his jacket.

At the door he found Dean sitting with his head in his knees on the floor. "Dean, Dean are you ok?" He watched Dean raise his head, his hair tossed about like he was blasted by sticky air. "What happened to you? You look awful." Sam stepped back as Dean stood.

With his butt against the wall, hands on his knees Dean looks up at Sam. "I got a full shot of that smell in my face and threw-up in the sink." Dean rose. "You think it smells like roses out here, wait till you go in there. I think Hell had a better air freshener." Just then a doctor walked out of the room with full gas mask on. "Sam this is the work in progress trainee Haggerdille and he is a friend of Bobbies."

The young man, not more then twenty-five years of age, took off his mask and held out his hand to Sam. "Hi, just call me Dan. Everyone has too much fun with my last name, except me. I am one of the examiners here and I help demon hunters on the side. If you ever need a bullet popped or knife would zipped. Come to the morgue and I will fix you right up." He tucked his face mask under his arm. With a smile on his face Dan spoke, "Well, I suppose you're here to see the dead girls too. I cracked one open when they arrived. That I must say created the aroma effect that makes anyone in smelling distance a tad-bit queasy."

Sam looked at Dean and Dean looked at Sam and just shook his head. "I got your messages, so it looks like we are going to have to hit this one running." Dean entered the examination room with Sam and Dan following close behind. "Wow, the room almost smells like a real morgue. That idol dicer does a bang up job on the air."

No one corrected Dean on his miss-wording of the air analyzer-de-ion-zone Aromatherapy Diffuser, Dan just smiled and continued towards another set of doors. "That is a prototype and we are hoping it helps cut down on the so-called morgue smell." Dan held the door open allowing Dean and then Sam to enter first before he entered and led them to a stainless steel table.

Grabbing latex gloves for himself Dan passed the box to Dean. "This table here is actually the washing table where we bathe the dearly departed." He tilted his head, "Or corpses if you wish to call them that." Dan grabbed a diagnostic page. "Yep, just as I suspected the girls were pregnant. There are key traces of Placenta or after birth." He paused, "It looks like they were impregnated by none other then a demon." Dan walked over to another wash table where he had been working.

A screen table top laid three inches above the actual table and was covered with the remains of at least three girls. There could be more, but only three skulls showed their boney faces from the human soup that was being slowly sifted through the screen top. Dan pointed to the remains. "The liquid is almost too thick to go through the screen." He walked over to a stainless steel table on wheels and rolled it along side the other table and stood between them. He picked up a skull. "This is horrifying. How are we going to tell the parents their children were pregnant?" He grabbed another skull. "Worse, how are they supposed to find closure? I can't show them a bag of bones. The thought just makes me sick inside." Dan continued to remove skeleton pieces and set them on the rolling table.

Stand-offish from the table Dean offered a solution. "Maybe after you identify the remains you can put the bones back together then cover them in that rubbery stuff they use to make people. Or maybe use wax?"

"Yah and maybe you could find a better shampoo for your hair." Dan walked away from the table, tossing his dirty gloves into the receptacle bin and grabbing folders from a desk that sat against the wall. "These are the medical records for all the girls. I will go through this first group and try to identify what exactly happened and where. Then I will call you to go find this s.o.b. and send him back to hell."

Sam had shunned the sight at first and then grew uncomfortably comfortable. "There are only three girls here." Sam watched Dan point to two unopened barrels. "Wow," Sam choked, "If this is just one barrel that would make three girls per barrel for a total of nine and as of early this morning they had a count of eight."

Dean stood by the desk and glimpsed at the medical records with Dan. Then he took a deep breathe. "We better get going. The B.A.U. can show up anytime and being the most wanted. This is not the place for me. By the way it is not my fault the motel we're in doesn't provide shampoo and the soap I think is home made."

"I know the place. You might consider a hotel. That motel is known for its lack of sanitation." Dan tosses a plastic container of powder that Dean catches. "Here take this with you. If you stay you might want to dust the bed for bedbugs and mites." Dan watches Dean give a look of disgust. "You may just want to powder the whole room or burn the place down."

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