𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

037

"So you found some beetles in a hole in the ground. That's shocking, Jenny." I look up from the dead beetle that's resting on my palm and glare over at Dean sitting next to me.

"Listen smartass, it was the only thing I could find down there. I didn't see any tunnels or tracks. Just...dead beetles." I shiver at the memory of them. There weren't many, but it doesn't change how gross they are.

"You know, some beetles do eat meat. Now it's usually dead meat, but-" Sam starts.

"How many did you find down there?" Dean asks me, cutting poor Sam off.

"Uh, I don't know, maybe 10 to 15 of 'em." I shrug, looking over at him.

"It would take a whole lot more than that to eat out some dude's brain."

"Gee Dean, thanks for that. I thought it would be enough." I say sarcastically with a roll of my eyes. He shoots me a scowling look. "But who knows. There could've been more than that and they just got away." I add.

"Eh, I don't know. It sounds like a stretch to me." Dean says, sounding unconvinced.

"Well, we need more information on the area, the neighborhood. Whether something like this has ever happened before." Sam chimes in defensively. I turn myself around to look at him and smile.

"Thank you, Sam."

"I know a good place to start." Dean smiles.

"Where?" I ask, turning back around. I look out the window just in time to see us drive past an open house sign that mentions having a BBQ.

"Kind of hungry for a little barbecue. How 'bout you?" Dean asks us.

"Really?" I smirk at him.

"What, we can't talk to the locals?"

"And the free food's got nothing to do with it?" Sam asks.

"Of course not. I'm a professional."

"Right."

"Sure you are, hon." I smile with a shake of my head. I toss the dead beetle at him and let out a loud laugh when he jumps, quickly brushing it off. "Baby." I tease.

After finding an open parking spot, the three of us get out the Impala and start walking down the sidewalk. It surprised me when I spotted how many cars there were. I could only imagine how many people were in the house.

"Growing up in a place like this would freak me out." Dean says randomly, observing the area. I furrow my
brows, looking up at him.

"Why?" I ask curiously. He gestures to the grass.

"The manicured lawns, the 'how was your day honey?'. I'd blow my brains out."

"I call you honey. You don't seem to mind." I pout. He looks down at me and chuckles, pulling me into his side.

"That's different."

"There's nothing wrong with normal." Sam cuts in.

"I'd take our family over normal any day." Dean says. I frown.

I can't help but feel sad that he had to grow up in a life that brainwashed him to think a normal life is bad. He didn't get to experience a normal life, neither did Sam. But at least Sam still has hope to live normally. Did Dean?

"Welcome." A man in a tan suit smiles warmly at us when he opens the door.

"Is this the barbecue?" Dean asks cheerfully.