In which a girl and her two brothers take over the family business of saving people and hunting things, but things get a little bit more complicated when something horrible happens to their own.
Book 1
Season 1-15
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We decided to walk outside and check around the motel to see if Sam would remember anything "recognize anything?" Dean asked "not really." Sam said as he shook his head as we continued around to the parking garage behind the motel when Sam stopped dead in his tracks "wait." Sam said "what?" Dean asked him "I think I was here." Sam said, looking around "you remember?" Dean asked him "not really, it just...feels familiar, ya know?" Sam said as Dean shrugged and then walked to the nearest garage, tugging at the padlock.
"Try that one." Sam said as he pointed to the second garage "okay." Dean said as he walked over and grabbed the padlock "wait." Sam said, thinking for a moment as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a key. He handed the key off to Dean, who then unlocked the padlock. We all exchanged a look of nervous anticipation, and then Dean lifted the garage door. Once the door raised, it revealed a filthy, beat-up VW Beetle.
"Oh, please tell me you didn't steal this." Dean groaned as we walked in and investigated the car. Sam touched the wheel and held up his hand, revealing blood-stained fingers "more blood." Sam said as Dean leaned in and looked into the back "Sam. Back seat." Dean said as Sam reached down and picked up a bloodstained knife "you think I used this on someone?" Sam asked him "I'm not thinking anything." Dean replied as he looked up at him while Sam looked around and rubbed his fingerprints off the knife with his jacket, and put it back.
As Dean picked up a pack of cigarettes that was jammed in the crease of the front seat "okay, now this is disturbing. Come on, man, this couldn't have been you. Had to have been someone else, somebody who, uh..smokes menthols." Dean said as he sniffed the packet while Sam picked up a paper off of the floor of the front seat "here. Gas receipt. Few towns over." Sam said.
[.....] After we pulled up to the gas station, Dean pulled out the receipt "all right. Receipt's for ten gallons at pump number two. You getting any, uh, any goosebumps yet? 'God, this looks familiar,' Deja vu vibes?" Dean asked him as Sam shook his head "maybe someone inside'll remember you. Come on." Dean said as he smacked Sam on the leg and got out while Sam and I followed, then we all walked into the store. When we walked up to the clerk, he looked terrified.
"You. Outta here now. I'm calling the cops." The store clerk said as he picked up the phone "you talking to him?" Dean asked him as he pointed to Sam "yeah, I'm talking to him. Jerk comes in yesterday, stinking drunk, grabs a forty from the fridge, starts chugging." The clerk nodded, annoyed "this guy? You're drinking malt liquor?" Dean asked as he looked at Sam as he shrugged, confused "not after he whipped the friggin' bottle at my head." The clerk said "this guy?" Dean asked, shocked.
"What, am I speaking Urdu?" The clerk asked, annoyed "look, I'm really sorry if I did anything-." Sam said "tell your story walkin', pal. Po-po will be here in five." The clerk said "wait, wait, put the phone down. Sam, go wait in the car." Dean said as he turned to look at Sam "but Dean..." Sam pleaded "go wait in the car!" Dean said as he raised his voice while Sam sighed heavily as he left "okay, look, man. I just want to talk to you, that's it. Okay?" Dean asked him.
