someone to stay, supernatural [ 1 ]

072. horror movie monsters

They get to Oktoberfest, looking around.

"We still got to see the new Raiders movie." Dean says.

"Saw it." Sam says.

"Without me?" Dean asks.

"You were in Hell." Sam reasons.

"That's no excuse." Dean says, looking around. "Big pretzel!" He walks over to the vendor, ordering some big pretzels. "Thank you." Dean takes the pretzels from the person in charge of the cart. He turns to the twins and hands one pretzel to Natalie and two to Sam. Ophelia hands Larissa and Jacob pretzels, keeping one for herself.

"Thank you." Sam says.

"Guten tag." A woman greets.

""Guten tag" yourself." Dean says with his mouth full as he watches her walk away. Natalie flicks him on the head making him swat at her hand.

Sam gives Libby one of the pretzels.

"I don't want it." Libby frowns.

"Baby, all you've had today is, like, four grapes. And that was hours ago." Sam says, crouching next to her. "Just try, okay?"

"Okay." Libby mumbles. Sam kisses her on the cheek before standing up.

"Wow. Been about a week and you haven't made a single dick move." Natalie comments. "Congrats, Sammy."

"Thanks." Sam mutters, lightly rolling her eyes. "Mmm. Looks like that's our man." He says, looking over at the sheriff and they walk over to him.

"Sheriff Dietrich." Sam calls.

"Are you boys from the fed?" Dietrich asks.

"Agents Angus, Young, Malcom, Scott, and Johnson." Sam informs, the five adults showing their badges. "We called ahead about your, uh, problem."

"Right. Um... I'll tell you what, why don't we talk this out away from the crowd, huh?" Dietrich suggests.

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They're in the morgue -- without Libby and Ophelia -- and Dietrich draws the sheet back off the woman's head and shoulders.

"Marissa Wright, 26. Just up from Lockhard for the 'fest. Terrible. Just terrible. It's the last thing this town needs at peak tourist season." Dietrich says.

"Definitely the last thing Marissa Wright needed." Sam says. Dean turns Marissa's head and finds two puncture marks on her neck.

"What the hell?" Dean mutters.

"Yeah, you got me. I mean, this killer's some kind of a grade A whacko, right? I mean, some Satan worshipping, Anne Rice reading, gothic, psycho vampire wannabe." Dietrich says.

"Sheriff, in your report you mentioned a witness." Dean says.

"Yeah, I wished I didn't. But our witness insisted. That's Ed Brewer. Not exactly what you'd call reliable." Dietrich says.

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The group get to the bar and walk up to the counter.

"I remember you." The woman from earlier says.

"And I remember you..." Dean looks at her name tag. "Jamie. I never forget a pretty... everything." Natalie and Larissa both roll their eyes.

"We're looking for Ed Brewer." Sam says.

"What do you want with Ed?" Jamie asks.

"Well, we are, uh... federal agents." Dean says, the three flashing their badges. "Mr. Brewer was witness to a serious crime. We just need to--"