SUPERNATURAL. in which a girl - bek anderson - is found on the side of the road. 8 years later, she has no recollection of her life before that until a pair of brothers walk into the bar. together they hunt the supernatural - saving people, hunting...
┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ HOMICIDAL LITTLE SANDMAN ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ ( Dream A Little Dream Of Me )
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WHEN ALLISON GOT THE call, she immediately grabbed the boys from the bar just down the street from the motel where they spoke about God knows what. When they arrived at the hospital, Allison sat next to Bobby's bed, grasping his hand and rubbing circles into it. "So, what's the diagnosis?" Sam asks the doctor, standing on the other side. "We've tested everything we can think to test. He seems perfectly healthy."
"Except that he's comatose." Dean scoffs.
"Ms. Quinn, you're his emergency contact. Anything we should know? Any illnesses?" The doctor looks over at her. Allison sniffles slightly and looks up at him through the tears that blurred her vision slightly. "No, uh, he never gets sick. He's never caught a cold." She says, shaking her head.
She felt a hand being placed onto her shoulder. "Doctor, is there anything you can do?" Sam asks him.
"Look, I'm sorry, but we don't know what's causing it, so we don't know how to treat it. He just . . . went to sleep and didn't wake up." The doctor says. Allison bites the inside of her lip and squeezes her eyes shut tightly.
"SO what was Bobby doing in Pittsburg?" Sam asks as they enter Bobby's motel room. "I don't know." She breathes out and closes the door behind her. "He must have been working a job, right?" Sam suggests.
"Well, you think there'd be some sort of sign of something, you know?" Dean says and they begin searching the room to find it completely empty, "Research . . . news clippings. A friggin' pizza box or a beer can."
Allison notices one of the doors to the closet was agape and so she opened it, spotting something behind the clothes that were hung up. "What about this?" She moves the clothes out of the way, revealing a poster board that had nothing to do with a job, but maybe in secret, it did.
"Good ole Bobby, covering his tracks." Dean sighs softly, running a hand down his face. "You make heads or tails of any of this?" Sam asks.
Dean takes a paper off the wall and reads it, "Silene Capensis, which of course, means absolutely nothing to me." Allison went deep into thought. She had overhead Bobby mention the certain plant ages ago. "An obit," Sam pulls it off the poster board as well, "Dr Walter Gregg, 64, University Neurologist."
"How'd he bite it?" Dean asks.
"Uhm, actually, they don't know. They say he just went to sleep and didn't wake up." Sam claims.
"That sound familiar to you?" Dean asks referring to Bobby. "Okay, so, let's say Bobby was looking into the doc's death, you know, hunting after something . . ." Sam trails off.
