We had moved to the garage, inspecting the crime scene for possible signs that this was actually our type of thing and not some fluke accident.
"No EMF. No sulfur. Like Ellie and I thought- bust," Sam said, standing up.
"Hold on there, Sam," Garth stopped him. "There's a lot of things to factor in here. Uh, it happened last night, so the readings could be cold by now."
"Good point," Dean nodded, and I rolled my eyes at him.
"And, uh, even if there was any sulfur, Barney Fife and his crew probably contaminated the whole crime scene and any evidence that was here with it."
"Wow. He's on a roll," Dean noted.
"That's one word for it," I muttered.
"Uh, guys, I think I found something."
We walked over to Garth as he picked up his foot. There was something green and slimy on the bottom of his shoe.
"Is that gum or is that ectoplasm?" Dean asked.
"Ectoplasm is usually black, right?" Sam pointed out.
"Mm," Garth hummed, tasting the goo.
We all grimaced.
"Definitely ectoplasm," he confirmed. "So what are we thinking- uh, some kind of ghost, right?"
Dean snapped his fingers as another one of Garth's phones went off, this time playing Kool Moe Dee's 'Wild Wild West'.
"Uh, Ranger McRae, here."
"One of those things rings Hammer, I'm throwing down," Dean hissed at Sam and I.
"Oh, great. Okay. Okay," Garth wrote something on his hand. "Thanks, Doc."
He hung up, looking at us.
"Asked the coroner to drop me a line in case the autopsy turned up anything... unusual. And guess what? Our dead guy had the word 'Alcott'," he showed us the word on his palm, "carved into his chest."
"With what?" I asked.
"Coroner's best guess? His wife Mary's fingernails."
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When we talked to Mrs. Lew in the hospital, we learned 'Alcott' was the last name of a woman who went to prom with Mrs. Lew's husband over 30 years ago. When we finished talking with her, we headed to a bar to get some lunch because Dean and I were hungry. Ever since we got back from Purgatory, both of us were obsessed with eating burgers.
"There you go," a waitress said, setting another plate in front of Garth.
"Mm. Thanks. Keep 'em coming."
"Alright."
She walked off and Garth dug in before addressing Dean and I.
"So, Dean, Ellie, give me the skinny. Where were you two over the past year?"
The table was piled with finished plates and Dean and I were each working on one of our coveted burgers while Sam had gone with a chicken salad.
"Why don't we save what we did on our summer vacation for another time?" Dean suggested, taking another bite.
"Aw, come on," Garth protested.
"Alright. We were in Purgatory," I told him.
"Like the Purgatory Purgatory?"
"No, the one in Miami," Dean quipped.
"Man, that's balls."
"That's not how you say 'balls'."
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Saints or Sinners | {BOOK 3}
Fanfiction-BOOK 3 IN THE DAWSON'S DAUGHTER SERIES- ___ Sacrifices must be made. Castiel has declared himself God, Ellie has a new child to worry about, and there's a whole new set of monster problems she and the Winchesters must deal with. As they do, the lin...
