𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻

•Chapter eight•

~Bugs~

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Sam laid on the hood of the impala, reading a newspaper. August laid against Sam's chest in the harness.

Dean came down the stairs from the roadhouse with a big smile on his face. He showed sam the cash in his hands.

"You know, we could get day jobs once in a while." Sam told him.

"Huntings our day job and the pay in crap." Dean stated.

"Yeah, but hustling pool, credit card scams? It's not the most honest thing in the world, Dean." Sam said.

"Well, let's see, honest, fun and easy. It's not contest." Dean said. "Besides, we're good at it. It's what we were raised to do."

"Yeah, well, how we were raised was jacked." Sam told him.

"Yeah, says you. She asleep?" Dean asked, gesturing to his baby.

"No, but here, she'd been whining." Sam said, taking the baby out of the harness and passing her to her father.

"We got a new gig or what?" Dean asked, taking his daughter and letting her lay her head on his shoulder.

August grasped onto his jacket tightly.

"Maybe." Sam said, getting off the hood and coming around to his brother. "Oasis plains, Oklahoma. Not far from here. Gas company employee, Dustin Burwash supposedly died from Creutzfeldta-Jakob."

"Huh?" Dean questioned, very confused.

"Human mad cow disease." Sam stated.

"Mad cow? Wasn't that on Oprah?" Dean questioned, patting Augusts back.

"You watch Oprah?" Sam questioned him.

Dean stared at him for a moment.

"So this guy eats a bad burger. Why is it our kind of thing?" Dean asked, changing the subject.

"Mad cow disease causes massive brain degeneration. It takes months, even years for the damage to appear but this guy Dustin, sounds like his brain disintegrated in about an hour, maybe less."

"Okay, that's weird." Dean stated.

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "Now it could be a disease or it could be something much nastier."

"Alright, Oklahoma." Dean said, starting towards the back door, he looked at August who was looking at him with big blue eyes. "Man, work, work, work. No time to spend my money." He told her.

August grinned at him as he opened the back door, and smiled at her, kissing her nose.

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August cried as Dean drove down the road.

"August, calm down." Dean said.

He then sighed and started pulling over to the side of the road.

"What are you doing?" Sam questioned his brother.