A special thanks to Dragon Paranormal for finding the pineapples! Whoever finds any pineapples sooner on gets a mention in the Psychout!
Also, my apologies. This was supposed to be done by Halloween, and we haven't even gotten to the middle of this story. So here's a start!
"So what do you think about them?" Dean paced up and down the small space between the wall and his bedside lamp.
Sam continued typing for a second, then looked up. "Hm?"
"The fake psychics. You think they're involved with this?"
He scoffed. "Those two? Highly doubtful. You were the one with Shawn, why would you ask that?"
"It's like they're purposely acting that way. Like Gus."
"What way? Dude, they're just a little dim. Gus is the smart one in all of this, they shouldn't be in our situation."
"Yeah, but don't you think they're acting like they want to be?" Dean crossed his arms. "It's like maybe they're involved a little higher than their heads."
Sam closed the laptop. "I don't know about Shawn, but I know Gus isn't planning anything."
"Well yeah, you're right about Gus. But he's with the psychic, so we don't really know."
"No, I'm pretty certain Gus doesn't have anything up his sleeve. But you may be onto something with Shawn . . ."
"We need to keep an eye on them," Dean jumped onto his hotel bed, "who knows what they may have gotten themselves into with the witchcraft."
Shawn took a long sip from his smoothie, and shoved a handful of fries into his mouth. "Tho whaddya hink bout' ham an' deh?"
"What? Chew and swallow before speaking." Gus took a bite of his cheeseburger.
Shawn swallowed and held back a belch. "So what do you think about Sam and Dean? You know, Good Cop-Scarecrow Guy."
"I think that Dean's playing the part of bad cop a little too well. He's pretty hateful. And then Sam's just weird."
"Agreed," they continued eating. He picked off a pineapple piece from his smoothie, holding it up to examine. "You think they're trustworthy?"
"What? They have to be, they're trying to . . ."
"Trying to hunt down a witch. Didn't you say witches could possess people, or get them to do their every whim?"
"Yeah? So?"
"So . . ." His hands moved in a circle.
Gus still had a blank face.
"Maybe the witch did something to them? Like, dude. We haven't seen each other in decades. A lot changes in two decades. They probably turned to evil, I finally realized I wouldn't go bald at twenty, and you stopped wetting the bed."
"I stopped wetting the bed when all the kids stop!"
"Yeah, you stopped until Sam and I killed the vampire."
"All of us killed it."
"Really? I don't exactly know if crying and running away counts as killing a vampire."
"Shawn."
"Whatever. Anyway, we were talking about the demon hunters."
"Yeah. Right. I think you may be right in all of this. They have trust issues, even more than Lassie."
"I know, right? When Dean and I were riding back to the office, I asked him if he liked strawberry smoothies, and he just glared at me."
"You just asked him out of the blue?"
"Yeah, but riding with him is like riding with Jules and Lassie in the same car. You can feel the awkward." For an effect, he waved his hands through the air.
"Yeah. You know, instead of complain about them, we should just keep an eye out for any suspicious behavior."
"Suspicious behavior? Dude, this isn't a mystery on TV for families to watch and read about."
"Shawn . . . it's just this feeling that I have. It's like they're hiding things. A lot of things." They continued eating. "Mm! When's Juliet supposed to get back?"
"I think she's supposed to be back later on tomorrow, day after. I hope we'd have finished the case by then."
"Why?"
"Because I don't think we're going to finish this without seeing the witch."
"It's coal."
"What?" Shawn cocked his head, taken off guard.
"Spencer, what the hell have you dragged me into this time? I have important work to do, you can't have me over for mud pies today." Lassiter uncrossed his arms and walked out the door. The only reason why he had come was because he still considered this his case too.
Henry stayed. "What does this have anything to do with your case? It's coal, they were camping out in the woods, there was a campfire. She probably fell-"
"But the coal was a marker for a star on her belly," Shawn took the results, studying them, "and that means that whatever did this to her had access to coal." He stood next to Henry, showing him the pictures of Zoey, "Their fire was made out of wood, not coal. Her murderer drew a star out of coal, and then put Drake Smoothie inside one under the pier. Where does coal come from?"
Woody came over too. The three were alone; the 'FBI detectives' hadn't shown yet. "This is exciting . . . ! We need to do this more often!" He grinned.
Shawn and Henry both looked up at him, then Shawn shook his head.
Henry took the papers. "How the hell did I miss that?"
"Your old-manism made you."
"Shawn!"
"Why is that all that I hear from everybody? It's like a trigger for you people when I come into the room. At least Jules doesn't do it."
"Mm. This is a good lead here, we—we need to follow up on this!"
"Yeah but seriously. Where does coal come from in the SB forests?"
"Pretty damn deep," Woody said, "from what I can remember. It'll take at least a day to get there, you'll need to campout one or two nights."
Oh god. Blair Witch Project, we're all gonna kill each other. "Isn't there a shorter way to get there?"
"Uh . . . you can take a plane over the site and have it drop you off from there?"
"That's perfect!"
"Shawn, you are not going to parachute into the woods!" Henry exclaimed.
"Who said anything about parachuting? When I get close to the ground, I'll use whipped cream cans to slow me down."
"That's not gonna happen!"
"It did in Spongebob."
"If you need to go into the woods, I can lead you. Or you can-"
"Go around town asking, 'hey, did you happen to kill a man and his girlfriend, and draw a star out of coal on her belly?"
"Fine. Go into the woods." Henry went to the door. "But I'm coming with you." He left.
"So you figure we should just march into the woods and find a coalmine?"
"Pfht. No! We need to go into the woods, find the coalmine—or wherever it came from—and find the witch."
Dean looked at Shawn with profound confusion. "I-it doesn't exactly work that way, you know!"
"Why not? You said that you were hunters, you must've found and killed witches in your lifetime, right?"
"Several. But-"
"Then we find coal, we find the witch. You kill her, the town's happy. You especially, you guys can leave and we never have to see each other again."
Dean opened and closed his mouth. Sam leaned over and said, "Dude. We pack tonight, we leave in the morning. In four days, we never see each other again. We go tomorrow." He patted his shoulder and leaned back.
Dean was defeated.
"That was a close one."
"Yeah, you seriously had to leave the tents upstairs. He was almost done when you came back down."
"Well, it doesn't matter now. We escaped your dad when he was in the bathroom, got through traffic, and have plenty of emergency camp stuff packed." They pulled the car up to the trail, talking as they got out.
Sam and Dean were getting out their stuff, arguing as well.
"Dude. I still have to say that you don't need a baseball bat when you're in the woods."
"Why not? What if a bear attacks?"
"You grab a tree branch, Gus." Shawn popped the trunk and screamed.
Henry sat up with his arms crossed.
Sam and Dean stopped arguing and went over.
"Who the hell is he?"
Shawn ignored him, "You rode here in my trunk?"
"Well Shawn, you should probably not explain your plan to leave me at a gas station when I'm in the other room."
"But you were in the bathroom!" Gus exclaimed.
"And out a one story window." He climbed out and shook the bewildered brothers' hands, "Henry Spencer, Shawn's father."
"Oohhhh." Both said.
"Yeah, explains a lot, doesn't it? One time he locked me in the trunk of the car and explained what to do when I was kidnapped. And he made me permanently afraid of the ocean when he said to a nine-year-old me that sharks never sleep. And they're everywhere."
"Yeah, and you used that training when you were stuck in a trunk. And you still love the ocean; don't bitch to me about your many childhood issues."
No one said anything after that. They all got out their things, assigned carriers, and started off.
Reviews are highly recommended and returned (If not, let me know). Also, we finally get to the good point here! This should start to pick up, I just haven't had too much inspiration for the beginning. But the next chapter was my inspiration for the story, so now I'm excited . . . .
