Saving Grace

Jump The Shark -- Jealousy

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Sam and I ended up leaving Dean at Adam's house to follow up on the cops, and to dig into the history of the town. "Will you excuse us for a minute?" I ask hesitantly as I peer into the room Adam and Dean are in.

Adam nods and Dean follows after me. "You talk to the cops?" Dean asks us.

"Yeah, like Adam said, no leads on his mom," Sam says.

Dean hummed. "Shocker there."

"But, we did find this," I mention. "Here-- In nineteen ninety, there were seventeen grave robberies in Windom."

"You think that's why Dad came through here?" Dean asked.

I shrug. "I'd say so. Check it--" I point to the small, grainy image of John just peeking out from behind a tree during the crime scene photo.

"All right, so he was hunting something. What?" Dean asked.

"We'd probably know if those pages from John's journal weren't ripped out." I mention bitterly. "But last month, the corpse-snatching started up again-- three local bodies from the local cemetery."

"So whatever he was after, he didn't kill it." Dean comments. "It's back."

"And, what-- it's stepped up its game to fresh meat?" Sam asks. "I mean, Kate's missing, and, uh... So is a local bartender-- a guy named Joe Barton."

Dean gazed at the photo before going back into the other room. "Hey, did your mom know Joe Barton?" Dean asked.

"Uh, I don't think so. Why?" Adam asks.

I hum softly, rub at my face and glance down. Something catches my eye. "We'll get back to that," I mutter as I move forward and kneel down, peering under the bed.

"What is it?" Adam asked as he moved out of my way.

"Watch out," I say as I brace a palm on the mattress, stand up and take the bed with me. I turn to gaze at the others. "You gonna stand there?" I ask irritably. Adam flinches into action and helps me move the bed-- not that I needed it. There's a grate under the bed. Sam, Dean, and I glance at each other skeptically, and play rock, paper, scissors. Dean makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat as he loses to the both of us playing rock.

"Every time." Dean complains.

"Stop playing scissors and you won't lose all the time." I mention as Sam tries to contain his amused face.

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What he found in the duct works of the house-- well, we knew we had to act fast before it got to Adam, too. We told Adam to call the cops before we left, and I couldn't help but notice that distressed look on his face when we took off. All my guns were laid out on the bed, most of them completely clean, save for the shot gun I held in my hands. The door rattled with a series of knocks. Sam opened the door, and Adam comes rushing in. "Who the hell are you?" Adam asks angrily.

"Adam, hey. Take it easy," Sam says calmly. I flip my comforter over my bed and stuff my gun inwards.

"No, don't tell me to take it easy, okay!" Adam snapped. "My house is a crime scene, my mom's probably dead, and you two-- well, you tell me to call the cops, but you got to bail before they show? So who are you really?" When we didn't answer, Adam pressed on. "Cops didn't know where to look for my mom, Dean, but she did." He gestured to me. "And I heard you talking earlier-- something about grave robberies. You're not mechanics. I just want to know what's going on. Please."