SuperPotter 3

Chapter 5 Bedtime Stories

The Impala races along the highway. It hits a puddle spraying water.

'I don't understand, Dean. Why not?' Sam asks in anger.

'Because I said so,' Dean responds. Dean and Sam had gotten into another argument and Hermione was starting to get tired of them.

'We got the Colt now!'

'Sam...' Dean starts with a warning tone.

'We can summon the Crossroads Demon,..' They start to shout over each other's words, getting louder each time.

'We're not summoning anything,'

'...pull the gun on her, and force her to let you out of the deal!'

'We don't even know if that will work!'

'Well then we'll just shoot her! If she dies then the deal goes away!'

'We don't know if that will work either, Sam! All you're pitching me right now is a bunch of ''ifs'' and ''maybes'' and that's not good enough, because if we screw with this deal, Hermione dies!'

'And if we don't screw with it, you die!'

'Sam, enough! I am not going to have this conversation,'

'Why, because you said so?'

'YES, BECAUSE I SAID SO!'

'Well you're not Dad!' Sam and Dean silently stare at each other.

'No, but I am the oldest,' Dean raises his voice. 'And I'm doing what's best. And you're going to let this go, you understand me?' Sam and Dean stare at each other angrily. Sam turns away and looks out the window. He was frowning but didn't say anything, 'Tell me about the psychotic killer,' Dean says calmly.

Hermione grabs a paper and clears her throat. 'Psychotic killer rips his victims apart with brute-like ferocity,'

'Okay, any mention of his razor sharp teeth or his four-inch claws? Animal eyes?'

'No. But the lunar cycle is right. If it is a werewolf we don't have long, there is a full moon this friday and that's the last time it changes for a month,'

'Two days, no sweat,'

Sam, Dean and Hermione are at a hospital. They close their badges and return them to their suit pockets. A man named Kyle lies in a hospital bed with bandages and scrapes.

'I'm Detective Plant, this is Detective Page and Detective Jones, we're with the County Sheriff's Department,' Dean introduces.

'Yeah, uh, I've been expecting you,' Kyle responds.

'You have?'

'All morning. You are the sketch artist, right?'

Sam turns towards Dean. '...uh,'

'Absolutely,'

'Yeah,' Sam responds quietly.

'Yeah. That is exactly who my partner is. The things he can do with a pen...' Dean laughs. Sam glares at Dean. 'But listen before we get started on that, I wanted to ask you, uh, how did you get away?'

'I–I have no idea. I was hiding and he found me. He was coming right for me and then he just...stopped. Staring at me with this blank look. And after that he just took off running,' Kyle explains.

'Okay,' Sam sighs. 'Um, I'm going to need as much physical detail as you can remember,' Hermione hands him a small notebook and pen from her bag.

'Uh yeah. Uh, he's about six feet tall...'