Sam and Hermione walk across a city square towards Dean, who is sitting on a bench.
'Yep. I got it. Okay, bye,' Dean says into the phone. He hangs up then in one motion picks up and throws two unopened cans of soda to Sam and Hermione. He stands up and shoves the last of the food he is eating into his mouth. 'So?' He asks chewing.
'So, the professor doesn't know crap,' Sam responds.
'Shocking. Pack your panties, we're hitting the road,'
'What? What's up?'
'That was Bobby. Some banker guy blew his head off in Ohio and he thinks there's a spirit involved,'
'So you two were talking about a case?'
'No, we were actually talking about our feelings. And then our favourite boy bands. yeah, we were talking about a case!'
'So a spirit, what?' Hermione asks.
'Yeah, the banker was talking about some sort of electrical problems at his pad for like a week. Phone was going haywire, the computer was flipping on and off,' Dean explains.
'Huh...' Sam thinks out loud.
'This is not ringing your bell?' Dean asks him.
'Well, sure, yeah. But, Dean, we're already on a case,' Sam points out.
'Whose?'
'Yours,' Hermione responds.
'Right. Yeah. Well, you coulda fooled me,' Dean responds.
'What the hell else have we been doing lately other than trying to break your deal?' Sam asks.
'Chasing our tails, that's what. We've talked to every professor, witch, soothsayer and two bit carny act in the lower 48. Nobody knows squat! And we can't find Bela, we can't find the Colt. So until we actually find something, I'd like to do my job,'
'Well there's one thing we haven't tried yet...'
'Sam, no,'
'We should summon Ruby,'
'I'm not gonna have this fight with you,'
'She said she knows how to save you,'
'Well, she can't,'
'Oh really, you know that for sure?'
'I do,'
'How?' Hermione asks.
'Because she told me, okay!'
'What?' Sam asks.
'She told me. Flat out. She can't save me, nobody can,'
'And you just somehow neglected to mention this to me?'
'Well, I really don't care what that bitch thinks and neither should you, so...'
'So what, now you're keeping secrets from me, Dean?'
'You really wanna talk about who's keeping secrets from who?' Dean asks. They stare at each other in silence for a long moment. Sam turns away. 'Now where are you going?'
'Guess I'm going to Ohio,'
Sam, Dean and Hermione are in the study of the house where a man had died.
'I found him here,' Mrs Waters says as she points to the room.
'Why don't you tell us everything you saw, Mrs Waters,' Dean points out.
'You mean beside my dead husband?'
'Just everything else you saw. Please,' Sam adds.
Mrs Waters sighs. 'Blood. Everywhere. The phone was ripped from the wall, his favourite scotch on the desk, what else could you possibly want to know?'
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SuperPotter 3
FanfictionDean now only has a year to live, Hermione does everything she can to make sure he doesn't go to hell. But since the devil's gate has been opened there is more work to do for Sam, Dean and Hermione.