A/N: Since Supernatural returns tonight I will treat you all to another update! Enjoy!
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Dean opened the door to the motel, startling both Natalie and Sam. "Hey, you two come on let's go."
"What's going on?" Sam asked.
"There has been another one." Dean said. Natalie and Sam got up from their chairs and grabbed their coats.
"Do you know anything about what happened?" Natalie asked as they walked over to the Impala.
"No, I just heard about it on my way back here." Dean admitted. He started the car and quickly drove out of the parking lot and onto the main road.
"Did you two manage to find what could be doing this?" Dean suddenly asked.
Sam shook his head and sighed, "Don't really have enough to go off of. Maybe this new murder could give us more info."
The car turned down a residential road and they came upon a house taped off and cop cars surrounding the perimeter. Dean parked the car and the three of them got out. They showed their badges to the officers who then allowed them access to the house.
They walked up the stairs and down the hall towards the office. A forensic squad were photographing the scene and taking evidence.
"Heard you got another weird one." Dean said.
Carnegie turned to them and nodded his head, "Uh, well, it's a little strange on the surface, I admit, but you know, once you look at the facts..."
"William Hill died from a gunshot wound to the head. No gun, no gunpowder, no bullet." Sam chimed in.
Dean shrugs, "Nope. Nothing strange about that."
"Well there's gotta be a reasonable explanation. There always is." Carnegie tried to reason.
"Well, what's your reasonable explanation?" Dean asked.
Carnegie looked around the room for a small moment and then turns back to them, "Professional killer." he whispered.
Sam leaned forward slightly, "Come again?"
"Well, CIA, NSA, one of them trained to be assassins, like Michael Clayton." Carnegie explained.
Sam, Dean and Natalie stared at Carnegie, all three of them in disbelief at his little suggestion. Natalie's mouth fell agape and then bit down on her lip.
"Right." Dean finally said.
"You're welcome to look around, but—but these guys don't leave fingerprints."
Sam nodded, "Mind if we talk with the witness?"
"Be my guest. She's not making any sense. And she's not making any sense in spanish either." Carnegie offered.
Dean, Sam and Natalie walk out of the house and towards the witness, Consuela.
"Consuela Alvarez?" Dean asked.
Consuela turns to them and nods her head, "Yes?"
"FBI." They showed their badges to the police officer, who then leaves. "Now, uh, you said you saw something in the professor's house. Right? Something in the window?"
"Estaba sacando la basura. Imiré por la ventana y vi al hombre que matóal Señor Hill!" Consuela exclaimed. Dean and Natalie stared at her with wide eyes.
Sam walks over to her and knelt down in front of her, "Uh, Señora Alvarez. Cálmese, por favor." Sam looks back at Dean and Natalie trying to figure out what to say.
"Uh, diganos lo que vio?" Sam asked.
Natalie smiled in amusement while Dean flashed a big grin. "Nice." Dean said to Sam.
"Freshman Spanish." Sam answered.
"Era alto. Muy alto. Y llevaba el abrigo negro largo y tenía bigotes."
Sam glances between Consuela to Natalie and Dean as he began to translate, "Okay, uh, a tall man, very tall. With a long back coat and a..." Sam turns to Consuela, "A beard?" She nods in affirmation.
"Y un sombrero." Consuela added.
"The dude was wearing a sombrero?" Dean asked in confusion.
"No, no, no, un sombrero alto." Consuela corrected.
"No a tall hat." Sam said.
"So like a top hat." Dean
Consuela motions above her head, "Un sombrero alto. Muy alto!"
"What, you mean like a—like a stovepipe hat." Dean said imitating her gesture.
"Si." Consuela confirmed.
Natalie thought for a moment and turned towards Dean and Sam, "Like the hat Abraham Lincoln wore."
Consuela began to sob, "Si, El Presidenete Lincoln." The three of them exchange confused looks. "Abraham Lincoln kill Mister Hill!"
"What?" Natalie and Dean asked in unison.
Consuela nodded. "So, I go home now?"
"Si. Gracias." Sam said. Consuela walks away leaving the three of them in a confused silence.
"So...Abraham Lincoln...killed this guy. What the hell is going on?" Natalie asked. Dean and Sam shared a look, not really knowing themselves.
The three of them went back to the motel to do more research, to try and find something that could explain these weird murders. Sam and Natalie were on their laptops, while Dean was rewatching the video of Cal's death. His eyes fix on something and he pauses the video, backing up a few frames when a figure in a red jacket appears reflects on the chrome of the car wheel.
"Whoa." Natalie and Sam look up from their laptops and over at Dean.
"What?" Sam asked.
Dean skims back through the frames to double check and finds that it's there in one frame but not the other. Dean turns the laptop around for Sam to look and Natalie gets up from the bed and walks over behind Sam, gazing down at the screen.
"It's a freeze-frame from Jim Grossman's video." Dean said.
Sam and Natalie look closer at the paused image. "Am I crazy, or does that look like James Dean?" Dean asked.
Natalie took another good look at the frame and shrugged. "Yeah, that looks like James Dean."
Dean turned the laptop back around to him, "So we have Abraham Lincoln and James Dean? Famous ghosts?"
Sam shrugged, "Maybe."
Dean scoffed, "Well that's just silly."
"No actually, uh, there is a ton of lore on famous ghosts. More than the, you know, not-famous kinds. I'm actually surprised we haven't run into one before." Sam said.
"Yeah, but now we got two of them? Two extremely pissed off ghosts?" Dean questioned.
"Who are ganking their fans." Sam added.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked.
"Professor Hill was a Civil War nut. He dug Lincoln." Sam answered.
"And Cal must've been a James Dean freak. He spent seventeen years of life tracking down the guy's car." Dean added.
"So, basically, these two famous and really pissed off ghosts and they are killing their...big fans?" Natalie asked. Dean and Sam looked at each other and shrugged.
"That's what it looks like." Sam affirmed.
"Well, that is muchos loco." Dean added.
Sam grins, "Muy."
Dean looks up at him and his brows furrowed. "Not 'muchos'." Sam corrected.
Dean gives Sam a look and Natalie tried to stifle a laugh.
"Yeah, well, the big question is, what the hell are they doing here?" Dean asked changing the subject.
"Yeah. Ghosts usually haunt the places they live. I mean, I get Abraham Lincoln at the White House—"
"And James Dean at a race track, but...what the hell are they doing in Canton?" Dean finished.
Natalie smacked her lips together, "Well then boys I think this calls for some more research." Dean cringed and Sam sat back in his seat.
Sam goes back on his laptop and begins to search through various websites, while Dean stands next to the sink drinking a soda. Sam stops typing and frowns, "You have got to be kidding me." Dean and Natalie walk over to Sam and read the screen.
"You gotta be kidding me." Dean said. Natalie bit the inside of her cheek and sighed.
Natalie walked past a few wax figures, some of them she recognized and the others were ones of people she wasn't familiar with. Though she had to admit that she found wax figures, creepy yet interesting.
"Dude, he's short." Dean said. Natalie looked over to see Dean standing next to a wax figure of Gandhi.
"Hey. Gandhi was a great man." Sam defended.
Dean let out a laugh, "Yeah, for a smurf." Natalie rolled her eyes and laughed before turning her attention back to the figures.
The museum owner comes down the stairs, slightly out of breath. "Sorry to keep you waiting, this is our busiest time of the year."
Dean looks around the room, they were all empty, "This is busy?"
"Well, not right now, but it's early." The owner said.
Dean furrowed his brows, "It's four-thirty."
The owner nodded and glanced between the three of them, "So, what can I do for you?"
"Uh, well, we are writing a piece for Travel Magazine." Sam said.
"Yeah, on how, uh, totally non-sucky wax museums are." Dean said.
"That's fantastic. A little press, just what we need." The owner expressed with a bit of excitement.
"Great. Well we're interested in a few of your exhibits, specifically Abraham Lincoln and James Dean." Sam added.
"Two of our most popular displays." The owner acknowledged.
"Really? So I guess it's safe to say that they bring in a lot of visitors?" Natalie asked.
"Yeah, we have our regulars." The owner responded.
"I don't suppose that, uh, William Hill and Cal Hawkins were regulars, were they?" Dean asked.
The owner nodded. "As a matter of fact, they were. Yeah, I heard about what happened to them. It's tragic Oh—you—that's not gonna be in the article, is it?"
"No. No, of course not." Sam affirmed.
"Yeah you know, I gotta tell you—that Lincoln is so lifelike, I mean, you can just imagine them moving around. You ever see anything like that?" Dean began to pry.
The owner frowns and gives him a confused look, "Uh...no."
"No?" Dean asked again.
"Well, um, is there anything you could think of that would make your museum...unusual? You know, for the article?" Sam asked.
"Well, I'll say. There isn't another place like us, not anywhere."
"How so?" Dean asked.
"Well, for one, that's Honest Abe's real hat." The owner said, pointing towards Lincoln.
"It is?" Sam asked.
"Almost like his remains." Dean began to press again.
"Uh, I guess?" The owner answered.
Dean looked at him and grinned. Natalie glanced over at Dean and nudged him in the side. She leaned closer to him, "I think you're trying a little to hard Dean." she whispered. Dean casted her a look before focusing his attention back on the owner.
"You wouldn't happen to have any of James Dean's personal effects, would you?" Sam asked.
"Ooh, yeah. Got his keychain. We got a bunch of stuff, uh, Gandhi's bifocals, FDR's iron lung. This." He gestured to the leather jacket he was wearing.
"And who did that belong to?" Sam questioned.
"The Fonz. Seasons two through four." The owner exclaimed giving the three of them two thumbs up. Natalie pursed her lips together, holding back a laugh that was beating it's way out.
"W-wow. Yeah, that's really cool...ish." Sam responded.
"This? This is nothing. I've been working on a new collection of figures. Stuff that'll really wow the kids." The owner offered.
"The kids?"
"Yeah, Gen Y." The owner answered. "Computer games, cell phones, sexting." Dean raises his eyebrows. "They're just fads. I'm gonna make wax museums hip again." He gives them another double thumbs up. Natalie turned away slightly, finding it harder to keep in her laugh. Sam awkwardly returned the gesture as the owner turned and walked up the stairs.
Once he was out of sight, Natalie finally let out the laugh that she had been holding in. Dean turned to Sam and gave him a double thumbs up with a wide grin on his face. Natalie saw this, only to cause another laugh to escape, but he only earned an annoyed glare from Sam.
Natalie walks out of the motel and puts what she needed for the job into the trunk. Sam finishes loading a shotgun before placing it in the trunk as well. Natalie turns and walks back towards the motel door with Sam right behind her. As they approach the door they can hear Dean talking to someone.
"Yeah, Abraham Lincoln and James Dean, can you believe it?...Why so kill crazy? Ah, maybe the apocalypse has got them all hot and bothered." Natalie looks over at Sam, his face reading an expression that she couldn't read. "Yeah, well we all know whose fault that is...Well I'm sorry but it's true."
Sam suddenly pushes the door open causing Dean to turn quickly around. "I'll call you later. Bye." Dean said before hanging up the phone and turning back to Sam and Natalie.
"Did you two get the trunk packed?" Dean asked.
Natalie crossed her arms over her chest, "Yeah, it's all packed." she answered.
"Who was that on the phone?" Sam asked.
Dean shrugged, putting the phone in his pocket. "Bobby."
"And?" Sam pressed.
"Nothing." Dean said.
Sam scoffed, "So we're just gonna pretend I didn't hear what I just heard?"
Dean shrugged, "Pretend or don't pretend whatever floats your boat."
"This was supposed to be a fresh start, Dean." Sam defended.
"Well this is about as fresh as it gets." Dean added.
Sam stood in place, bit the inside of his cheek, before walking out of the room. Natalie closed her eyes and sighed, running her hand through her hair. She looked over at Dean, and watched as he picked up his jacket and began to make his way over to the door. Natalie held out her arm, stopping Dean in his tracks.
His eyes fixed on her and she gave him a hardened look. "Dean...this needs to stop."
Dean shrugged, "I don't know what you are talking about." Dean went to walk forward when Natalie grabbed a hold of his arm stopping him again.
"You know exactly what I mean. This attitude you have towards Sam...it needs to stop. Now." Natalie pressed.
"I know I allowed him to come back, so we could start over. But, it's hard, alright. After everything..." Dean defended.
"I know, Dean. But, you agreed to give him another chance. But this cold shoulder act you are giving him, it's not helping one bit." Dean scoffed and broke his gaze on Natalie. "Sam knows that he screwed up Dean, and he is trying his best to make everything better. But, continuously throwing all of this back in his face, it's not doing any of you any good."
Dean sighed, running a hand down his face. He knew that Natalie was right, but it wasn't easy to just put himself on the path of forgiveness. Sam chose a damn demon over his own brother. That isn't something that can just be so easily forgotten. "He should have listened. But, no, he went with Ruby and started this whole mess. All of this, it's his..."
She leaned closer to him, "You want a new start. You want to try and get back to where you and Sam were...then clean up your damn act." Natalie fumed.
Her eyes glared at him for only a moment before she turned and walked out of the motel room. Natalie could feel her heart racing. She never thought that she would have to do that, especially towards Dean. But, she had enough. Dean wanted a new start but because of his bad attitude he was hurting that cause. He had to stop his act and try to forgive. It may be hard for him, but it is for the best.
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