[Party On, Garth]
Dean was on the phone in the passenger seat as Sam drove. Haven and Sitka were in back. "All right, well, call us if he wakes up or, you know, anything." ... "Yeah, fine." ... "Thanks for your help, Meg." He hung up and said, "What a bitch."
"So, Cas is the same, then?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, down to the drool."
"Huh."
"How's the noggin?"
"It's all right. It's getting better. Just wish it wasn't like the damn tape from "The Ring." I mean, I feel like I'm okay 'cause I passed on the crazy."
"No, you didn't. You heard what Cas said. You all heard." His phone rang.
"Let's - let's not. You know what?"
Dean answered the phone.
INT. IMPALA / INT. GARTH'S CAR
"Hello," Dean greeted.
"Hey, Dean," Garth answered. "It's Garth."
"Wait. W-who is this?"
"Garth. Garth Fitzgerald the Fourth. We, along with your girlfriend, worked together on that demon thing? You two owe me one?"
"Oh, yeah. Yeah, how you doing, Garth?"
"I'm ready to cash in that chip, Bra. There's something brewing in Junction City, Kansas."
INT. MORGUE - DAY
A coroner led Dean, Sam, Sitka and Haven in their FBI suits and skirt and blouse into the room.
"Well, this is it," the coroner said. "Gentlemen, lady... this is Corporal Brown."
Garth, wearing an Army uniform, was standing next to the body and said, "Corporal James Brown. I'm shipping off to the AF mañana. I'm here to pay respects to my cousin as I will not be able to attend the funeral."
"That must be terrible for your family. Losing two brothers so fast."
Dean, Sitka and Haven looked at Sam and Sam looked at Garth, to whom it was obviously news.
"Yeah. Yeah. My aunt - she's... she's real broken up about it."
"Hey, doc, can we see both files, please?" Sam asked.
"Mm-hmm," the coroner hummed as his phone rang. "Ah." He handed Sam a file. "My wife. I'll, uh, be in my office."
"Great," Dean and Sitka said.
Sam frowned. "You didn't say they were brothers."
Garth looked at him. "Dude, I just found out about the other corpse, and... started moving quick. I'm sucking up info as I go."
"What, are you allergic to a suit?" Dean questioned.
"No. I just... look good in a uniform."
Sitka read the file. "Yep. Same cause of death."
Haven made her way to a computer.
"Right, uh, gutted at night in the woods, where legend says that the ghost of Jenny Greentree roams."
Dean and Sitka took out their EMF meters.
Garth glanced at them. "Oh, uh, I already scanned for EM..." the EMF meters made noise, "F. Oh. Um... I guess mine must be broken again."
"All right," Dean stated. "I'm reading your mail. Uh, ghost of Jenny... whatever?"
"Greentree. That's just it. I torched her bones."
YOU ARE READING
The Curse of Sight
Mystery / Thriller"You're going to die unless you stop what's coming." Haven Jones, a woman of mystery, has an unnatural ability. She is able to see the future. Can she persuade the Winchesters in agreeing with the angels and to stop the apocalypse? Or will a fight...
