Daughter of a Winchester [1] SLOW UPDATES

Chapter Three

Later that day, Ryleigh was sitting in Sam and Dean's room, and they were going over what they know so far. Sam looked up from his laptop, "all right, victim number one: Joan Edison, forty-three years old, a realtor handling the sale of the hotel: and victim number two was Larry Williams, moving some stuff out to Goodwill."

"Well, there's a connection: they're both tied up in shutting the place down."

"Maybe somebody here doesn't want to leave, and they're using hoodoo to fight back" The huntress added on.

Dean looks at Sam and Ryleigh "Who do you think our witch doctor is, that Susan lady?"

The female Winchester shook her head "No."

And Sam says "doesn't seem likely. I mean, she is the one selling."

"Sam's got a point why would she be fighting back if she's the one selling in the first place"

"So, what then, Sherwin?"

"I don't know could be."

Dean looks at Sam "Of course, the most troubling question is why do these people assume we're gay?"

"Well, you are kinda butch. Probably think you're overcompensating."

Dean mocks a laugh "Right" Ryleigh bit her lip to hold in a laugh.

The three of them walk out of the room and down the hall, Sam sees another urn and picks it up, and points out the quincunx inscribed on it "Hey. Look at that. More hoodoo." we walk up to a door that says private and Dean knocks on the door.

A minute later Susan opens the door "Hi there."

"Hi. Everything okay with your rooms?"

Ryleigh smiled at her as Sam and Dean said "Yeah. Yeah, yeah, everything's great. Yeah." At the same time.

"Well, I was, I was just in the middle of packing."

Dean calls out "Hey!"

He looks past her "Are those antique dolls? Because this one," Looking at Sam "this one here, he's got a major doll collection back home. Dontcha? Huh?"

Sam gives him a look "Big time."

"Big time. You think he could come — or we could come in and take a look?"

Susan looks at him skeptically "I don't know."

Dean looks at her "Please? I mean, he loves them. He's not gonna tell you this, but he's, he's always dressing 'em up in these little tiny outfits and, um, you'd make his day. You — wouldn't she, huh? Huh?"

Sam gives him a 'seriously' look but says "it's true"

"Okay come in."

"Alright, alright" He slaps Sam on the back and follows him in; Sam shoots him a death glare. I just stand back with a smile trying not to laugh. I look around the room "Wow. This is a lot of dolls. I mean, they're nice, you know. Not super creepy at all."

Dean looks at Ryleigh "That's what I was thinking too"

Susan looks at the three of them "Yeah, I suppose they are a little creepy. But they've been in the family forever. A lot of sentimental value."

Sam looks at the big model on the table "What is this the hotel?"

Susan nods "Yeah, that's right. An exact replica, custom-built."

Sam leans down and picks up the broken doll from earlier. He frowns. "His head got twisted around. What happened to it?"

"Tyler probably"

Tyler comes into the room "Mommy! Maggie's being mean."

"Tyler, tell her I said to be nice, okay?"

Sam looks at her "Hey Tyler. I see you broke your doll. You want me to fix it?"

"I didn't break it. I found it like that."

I look at her "Maybe Maggie, did it?"

She shakes her head "No, neither of us did it. Grandma would get mad if we broke 'em."

"Grandma Rose. These were all her toys." Tyler tells him

"Oh. Really. Where's Grandma Rose now?"

"Up in her room"

Sam looks at Susan "You know, I'd, I'd uh, I'd really love to talk to Rose about her incredible doll —"

Susan interrupts him suddenly "No. I mean, I'm afraid that's impossible. My mother's been very sick and she's not taking any visitors."

They walk out of the room talking in hushed voices "Well, what do you think? Dolls, hoodoo, mysterious shut-in grandma?"

The huntress looked at the two of them "dolls are used in all kinds of voodoo and hoodoo, like curses, and binding spells"

Dean nods "Yeah, maybe we've found our witch doctor. All right, Ryleigh, and I will see what we can go dig up on boomin' Granny. You go get online, check old obits, freak accidents, that sort of thing, see if she's whacked anybody before."

Sam nods "Right" before they walk downstairs Dean turns back to Sam "Don't go surfing porn -- that's not the kind of whacking I mean."

Ryleigh rolled her eyes, Sam walks into the room, and Dean and Ryleigh walked down to the lobby to go out and see what they can dig up. When they got back to the hotel they were loading a body into the coroner's truck the huntress looked at Susan "what happened?"

"Oh, the maid went in to turn down the sheets and he was just . . . hanging there. "

Dean asks her "that's awful was he a guest?"

"He worked for the company that bought the place."

"Hmm."

Susan sighs "I don't understand."

The female Winchester gave her a look "What?"

"Had a lot of bad luck around here. Look, if you'd like to check out I'll give you a full refund."

Dean shakes his head "No thanks, we don't scare that easy"

the father-daughter duo walked back into the hotel and up to their rooms Dean and they walked into Dean and Sam's room and Sam is sitting there in a chair Dean looks at him "There's been another one"

"Yeah, I saw."

"We've gotta figure this out, and fast. What'd you find out about Granny?"

Sam looks at Dean "You're bossy" I snicker as Dean looks at him surprised "what?"

"You're bossy and short" Sam lets out a drunken laugh "Are you drunk?"

"Yeah so" he laughs "Stupid."

"Dude, what are you thinking? We're working a case."

Sam looks at Dean "That guy who hung himself. I couldn't save him."

Dean looks at him "What are you talking about? You didn't know, you couldn't have done anything."

Ryleigh decided to go back to her room, she felt like she kind of imposing on their little brotherly moment there.