Maddison Winchester: Journal 9 {Supernatural}

5 Southern Comfort: Part 2

The five of us walked over to Mr. Lew's covered garage area. A huge bloodstain and drag marks were leading out of it. We started to look around the area. Sam pulled out an EMF meter and checked around. Dean and I searched for any trace of sulfur.

Sam sighed. "No EMF. No traces of sulfur anywhere. Like I thought... bust."

Garth shook his head. "Hold on there, Sam. There's a lot of things to factor in here. Uh, it happened last night, so the readings could be cold by now."

"Good point," Dean agreed and then shot Sam a look.

"And, uh, even if there was any sulfur, Barney Fife and his crew probably contaminated the whole crime scene and any evidence that was here with it," Garth said.

Dean smirked. "Wow. He's on a roll."

"That's one word for it," Sam said.

Garth looked down at his boot. "Uh, guys, I think I found something." He picked up his foot and revealed stringy dark-green goo stuck to the bottom of his boot.

"Is that gum, or is that ectoplasm?" Dean asked.

"Ectoplasm is usually black, right?" Sam asked.

Garth scooped some up with his finger and tasted it. "Mmm." He made a disgusted face.

Sam, Dean, and I grimaced at him.

Garth nodded. "Definitely ectoplasm. So, what are we thinking... uh, some kind of ghost, right?"

Dean snapped his finger and pointed at Garth. Then he looked at Sam as if he had proved something to him.

The wild wild west

The wild wild west

Garth pulled out a different phone and answered it, "Uh, Ranger McCrae here."

"One of those things rings Hammer, I'm throwing down," Dean said to us.

"Oh, great," Garth said and then pulled out a marker. "Okay." (...) "Okay." He wrote something down on his palm. "Thanks, Doc." Then he hung up and looked at us. "Asked the coroner to drop me a line in case the autopsy turned up anything... unusual. And guess what? Our dead guy had the word 'Alcott' carved into his chest." He showed us his palm with the word written on it.

"With what?" Sam asked.

"Coroner's best guess?" Garth asked. "His wife Mary's fingernails."

Dean nodded. "Time to talk to the wife."

Garth, Dean, and Sam walked off while Nate and I trailed behind.

"So, how are things?" Nate asked nonchalantly.

I chuckled. "You're gonna make this awkward?"

He furrowed his brow. "Awkward? I just asked a question."

I nodded. "Yeah, a question people ask when they don't have anything else to say."

He smirked. "Okay, but seriously, how's everything going between those two?" He pointed to Sam and Dean. "I see Dean is still his cheery self."

I laughed. "Yeah, sorry about that. I guess protective big brother mode just never goes away." I sighed and looked up at him and Sam. "They're both still on edge." I shook my head. "Dean's pissed that Sam stopped hunting for a year, and Sam's pissed that Dean can't get over it."

Nate nodded. "Ah, yeah. I can see both sides."

I furrowed my brow at him. "You can?"

"What? You don't?" he asked.