Maddison Winchester: Journal 9 {Supernatural}

5 Southern Comfort: Part 3

The next day, we got a call that Scott Lew had been involved in a murder at a convenience store.

We stared down at the bloody body that had been covered by a white sheet.

"So, first the mom goes Natural Born Killer, and now the son?" Dean shrugged. "Well, what do we got... a ghost with an Oedipus complex?"

Sam looked at him, surprised, and Dean just stared back.

I furrowed my brow at him. "You don't know what that means, do you?"

Dean looked at me and shook his head. "No. No, I don't."

Something caught Sam's eye. "Check that out." He pointed to a beverage cooler that had the word Sussex in blood on it.

"'Sussex'?" Dean asked.

"Is that another name?" I asked.

Sam shook his head. "I don't know."

Garth and Nate walked over to us when they finished talking with the sheriff. Garth was wearing one of Bobby's hats tilted slightly to the side.

"Hey, what'd the cops say?" Sam asked.

Garth suddenly looked down and examined the bottom of his shoe. He had stepped in more green goo. "Aw, come on."

Nate sighed. "Not much. Uh, Scott insisted he wasn't in control of himself. Says all he remembers is a red-hot rage."

Sam nodded. "So, what is this, some— some kind of family curse?"

"Is that Bobby's hat?" Dean asked, staring at the hat with irritation all over his face.

Garth nodded with a smile. "Oh, yeah. Sure is." He touched the brim of the hat. "We worked a rugaru case together a few years back. He left it in my car, so I kept it as a—"

Dean quickly snatched the hat off Garth's head, messing up his hair in the process. My jaw dropped.

"Memento," Garth finished his sentence even though he was stunned. "What are you doing?" he asked, looking upset.

"That's not how you wear it," Dean snapped.

"Dean, what the hell?" I asked. "Give it back."

"No, I'm not giving it back," he snapped.

We glared at each other for a moment.

"Guys," Sam said in a hushed warning tone. "Don't cause a scene. We're working. Remember?"

"Excuse me," the deputy said as Dean tucked the hat into his jacket. "Surveillance is up... but something is all screwy with it."

Garth looked after Dean sadly as he and Sam turned away to follow the deputy.

I patted Garth on the back sympathetically. He nodded at me sadly, and then he walked over to join Sam and Dean.

"What's up with Dean?" Nate whispered.

I shook my head. "I don't know, but I will personally kick his ass if he keeps acting like that toward Garth." Then I walked away to join the others, with Nate following behind.

The deputy started the footage for us. It showed Scott beating the victim with a shovel, but the whole time his head was obscured by a white line across the screen.

The deputy shrugged. "Must be the camera."

Garth nodded. "Yeah, thank you, there, deputy."

"You guys see the head? Ever seen anything like that before?" Dean asked.