Family Don't End in Blood || d.w

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Nerves fire through my body as Sam, Dean and I walk to the front door of the house of the gas leak call. I straighten my suit jacket and reach in the front pocket for the fake ID my father had printed for me when I first started going on hunts. Dean reaches out and knocks on the door, reaching into his own pocket to pull out his matching ID, Sam following suit.

An older woman opens the door and gives us a curious glance before Dean starts speaking. "Evening ma'am. We're with the energy company associated with this neighborhood and heard about a possible gas leak. Do you mind if we come inside and check out the system installed in your house?" He flashes his ID to her to make it seem more real. She nods slowly, still wary as she opens the door further, allowing us to file in.

"Thank you Mrs. Feris, would you mind explaining to me what alerted you of a possible gas leak?" I question, nodding towards the couch in the living room, distracting her as Sam and Dean begin to search through the house.

"I smelt that nasty rotten eggs smell comin from the kitchen and called 911." She says, sitting down and patting the seat next to her. I nod, sitting down next to her and pulling out a small notepad and scribbling down fake notes.

"Did your husband notice the smell at all?" I ask, looking up at her with my brows furrowed slightly.

"Naw, he had been in the kitchen but disappeared outside before the scent became noticeable." She recalls, suddenly confused. "Now that I think about it, this happened not that long ago and I didn't do nothin bout it and my husband hadn't been around for that one either..."

"Has your husband been acting differently within the last week or so?" I ask, curiously.

"He has been...off. He seemed a little more irritated than normal but he gets upset over the dumbest things. I figured he was just being a grumpy old man." She shrugs, watching as I scribble down in my notebook once again.

I hum in understanding before looking around the living room, bringing my attention back to her. "Your husband isn't home, is he?" I question.

"Naw, he left about an hour or so ago, sayin somethin about having a call to make." She says, squinting slightly as she talked.

"Okay, that is all I needed to know. I'll go grab the boys and we'll leave you alone." I smile kindly at her before standing up and walking in the direction the boys had gone. I stop in the door way of one of the rooms, finding the boys crouched down by a window. I clear my throat causing them both to jump.

"Damnit Myra." Dean grumbles before turning to look at me expectantly.

I just roll my eyes with a smirk, "Have you two found anything yet?" I ask, looking directly at Sam.

"No, I think we got this wrong." He sighs, clearly frustrated.

"Did you check the kitchen?" I question, raising an eyebrow.

"Not yet. That's the last place we have to look." He says, heading towards me, shuffling past me as he heads towards the kitchen.

"She just told me that her husband had been in there both incidences of sulphuric smell. She also said he has been grumpier than normal and more irritable." I say quietly as I follow him, Dean trailing behind me.

We walk into the room, instantly splitting to look in different areas. I head towards the window and immediately notice a small pile of a yellow substance next to the glass. I reach out slowly and touch it, bringing my finger to my face as I take a short whiff. My face contorts subconsciously at the smell, shoving my hand away from my face quickly.

Dean chuckles next to me, watching my facial expressions before he comes up to the window, looking at it before he gives a short whistle, catching Sam's attention, beckoning him to come over to where we stand. He nods towards the window and Sam glances at it before nodding and turning to me.