We walked out to the Impala as Mrs. Holmes hurried off.
"Well, she's definitely hiding something," I said.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, she didn't want to say much, for sure."
"Son of a bitch," Dean snapped as he scrolled through his phone.
"What?" Sam and I asked in unison.
"There it is. It happened," he said.
"Come on, don't tell us someone had their heart ripped out here in Boulder," Sam said.
Dean nodded. "All right, then I won't tell you." He walked over to his door.
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Back at the motel, Sam got a call from the anthropology professor while we were researching.
"All right, Professor, that does it." Sam nodded. "The FBI thanks you." (...) "Yes, I am totally looking into adding you as a technical advisor." (...) "Yeah, it— it comes with a medical plan. All right, goodbye." He hung up.
"He get anything good?" I asked.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, he did." He took a deep breath and sat down at the table with us. "All right, so, here's what crazy Arthur Swenson was babbling over and over." He looked at the paper he had been taking notes on. "Um, first, it is a dead language... ancient Mayan."
Dean nodded. "Doesn't get much deader than that."
"So, what Arthur was saying was, 'The divine God Cacao is born,'" Sam read.
"Cacao?" Dean asked.
I nodded. "Yeah, Cacao, the Mayan God of maize."
Sam nodded. "Exactly. Corn, the big crop."
Dean raised his eyebrows and nodded at us.
Sam nodded. "See, Cacao was the most powerful god because maize was the most important thing to the Mayans. Well, that and torturing and killing everyone in sight."
"So, this is what we're looking for, is a thousand-year-old culture's god of corn?" Dean asked.
Sam shrugged. "Uh, I guess."
Dean nodded. "Well, whatever it is, we better cap it quick, or somebody in Phoenix is next up to get their heart yanked."
"Someone in Phoenix got a piece of Brick?" Sam asked.
Dean nodded. "Yeah, I got a name. Just e-mailed the cops." He sighed. "Just heard back from them. They haven't seen the guy in days. Uh... oh, got another email here, too. This one is for you." He looked at Sam. "From a university. Answering questions about admissions."
I furrowed my brow. "You're trying to go back to college now?"
Sam shrugged. "Just something I'm looking into. An option."
"You're seriously talking about hanging it up?" Dean asked in annoyance.
Sam shook his head. "I'm not talking about anything. I'm just looking at options."
Dean stared at him.
Sam sighed. "So, what, should we just go to Phoenix and chase our tails until this guy shows his face?"
"No. Uh, Brick Holmes is the way into this." Dean stood up and walked across the room. "Eleanor Holmes was doing her damndest not to tell us a thing. Nice job on changing the subject, though."
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Later that night, we snuck into Brick's house while no one was home.
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Maddison Winchester: Journal 9 {Supernatural}
RandomAfter a year apart, the Winchesters are reunited. Dean was in Purgatory, Sam had found a new home, and Maddi was still out hunting. Kevin, the prophet, was caught in Crowley's clutches and only narrowly escaped. The Winchesters find out that Kevin h...
