"Who would live in a place like this?" said Dean as he stood in front of the filthy Impala and surveyed the village. Somewhere a donkey brayed.
"Dad would have, it's quiet. I kinda like it!" said Sam.
They started walking. It was like a scene from a Western, even inside the village boundary the road was caked with dirt. Some people ambled the sidewalks and looked as busy as a person could in such a remote place. Dean caught a movement in the corner of his eye, looking up he saw an old lady at the window above a store named Grendales, she was peeking from behind a net curtain and kept a cold expression of distrust. He waved with a smile and she disappeared. "Hmm," he shrugged.
Footsteps appeared from behind. The brother turned to find two policemen, "You two here for the Carnalds?" said one of the officers, he was lean as a fox and wore tinted aviators just like a horror movie cliche. The other officer dug both thumbs into his belt and patted his thick belly, probably daydreaming of doughnuts. His face couldn't handle the heat.
"Carnalds? Oh, yes! We're having trouble finding the house, would you be so kind as to point us in the right direction? This is our first time here," smiled Sam, not having a clue what the officer was talking about. The shaded officer didn't take too kindly to Dean and stared deep into his eyes for a brief moment of uncomfortable silence, then he continued cheerily, "Sure! Well ya see, you go straight down the road," pointed the officer, "and it's the first house on the right, the one with the beat up old door with scratches and holes. Can't miss it!"
"Wait, scratches?" asked Sam.
"Yeah, that's what you two are here for right? The Carnalds they 'er... have a 'um," he leaned in as if it was a secret and whispered, "a case of the old... hysteria."
Sam and Dean smiled in unison and tried to remain like professional psychiatrists would, "Of course, and we hope we can do as much as possible to help their situation. Thank you officers," said Dean. Both policemen frowned at him and they parted ways.
Further down the street Dean shook his head, "Aw man, hysteria? Nobody uses terms like that any more, this town is going to Hell. Did you see the way they looked at me Sammy?"
"Leave it, we're outsiders to them - ah that must be the house!"
To their right was a small green house. It looked older than all the other homes on the road but still hadn't lost it's glory. Tightly maintained windows framed it beautifully, flowers lined the pathway in the garden, an extensive set of wind chimes jangled in the breeze, and the front door was scarred with deep claw marks embedded in the grain of the wood - it was nearly hanging off it's hinges.
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Supernatural Fanfic: A Little Help Never Did No Harm
Fanfiction'The Impala roared as it battled the dirt trail. Condensation trickled from the exhaust as the wheels spun in heaving circles only moving the vehicle at a careful snails pace. Trees appeared to envelope the road and almost overlap, squeezing the mud...
