Mute 𖤐 Sam Winchester

FIFTEEN

AFTER asking the girls questions about Mrs. Chandler's disappearance, Sam and Joyce decided to walk around and search for any type of EMF while Dean searched for any objects in the school.

"So, Chuck is a Prophet of the Lord?" Joyce asked as they walked.

"Yeah, we met him a few years ago. We were in town working a case and we saw some books about us. He knew everything about our lives."

"Everything?" She asked. Sam looked at her, noticing the look in her eyes. He chuckled, clearing his throat.

"Yeah, everything."

"I guess I need to read these books."
Sam scoffed. "No, absolutely not."
"How come?"

Sam shook his head. "If you wanna know something, just ask."

She propped herself up against the doorframe of the sound room. "Are you a virgin, Samuel?"

He grinned, chuckling. "That's—That's great. Thank you. And it's Sam."

Maeve— the girl from before, turned in her chair and looked at Joyce and Sam. "Are you two together?"

They stared at each other, and Joyce's face flushed a bright red. Sam coughed, shaking his head.

"No, no, we're uh, we're partners— not like partners, in a relationship, p—partners, FBI."

Joyce quickly nodded, but the girl squinted her eyes.
"Yeah, sure."

Sam sat down in the chair beside Maeve. "Have you noticed anything strange during the production? I mean, any odd noises, or—"

"You mean something like this?"

Joyce and Sam jumped as she turned one of the bars up, and a woman began screaming.

"Or perhaps this?"

Another noise.

"Of course."

"How about this?"

"I—I got it, thanks." Sam interrupted. "You know, back when I did tech in school, we had no CD decks—"

Maeve pressed a hand to her headset. "Oh, sorry. I have to go sign for delivery."

As Maeve moved to leave the room, she turned and looked at the two. "Please don't touch anything."

As she left, Joyce sat down beside him and pulled the EMF from her blazer pocket. When she noticed the flickering of lights coming from the stage, she looked over to see Sam pressing on the controls.

Joyce reached out and grabbed his hand and Sam immediately looked up at her. She pointed towards the stage, trying not to laugh.

Sam clenched his jaw, waving. "Sorry."

She held the EMF and began moving it over the objects and spaces inside of the room. But even as she did that, the EMF didn't go off once.

Joyce tapped on Sam's shoulder. "Nothing."

"Weird," he said, standing to his feet. "Maybe Dean found something."

When they met with Dean outside of the school, the man threw his arms up into the air. "I got nothin'."

"Us too." Joyce mouthed.

"I don't understand."
"Me neither."

"I mean, shouldn't be Dea-stiel?"

Joyce's eyebrows furrowed confusedly. "What?"

"It's a freakin' ship name." Dean said. "And really? That's your issue with this?"