Chapter Twelve

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Walkway Along River Day-time, Dean is on the phone to Frank and he says So, Dick's funding an archaeological dig? Well, unless Dick's actually digging himself, I'm not sure I know what to do with that, Frank or the factory in Saudi Arabia, or the fishery in Jakarta. None of this is helping, Frank." Frank on the other line says "Explain how Western to Southeast Asia is too wide a net. You know, I could be in Tromso right now you know why because there's Zero Leviathan activity in Tromso." Dean asks "Where the hell is Tromso?" Frank says "Norway, you moron. By the way, they opened another Biggerson in Butte." Dean says "Yeah, well, we're not in Montana."

Frank says "Oh, you know where Butte is. That's encouraging wait so where are you?"  Dean says "We're in Oregon." Frank says "No I got nothing in Oregon." Dean says "Wisconsin, Frank." Which causes Frank to ask Dean "What about it?" Dean says "The coordinates – Bobby's coordinates." Frank says "Bobby... Oh! Right. Yeah, no. I got nothing no activity." Dean says "Well, work on it." Frank says "Hey. When did you become the boss of me? You don't like what I'm doing, you can stick it right up your Montana."

Dean says "All right, all right, all right. Take it easy, Frank." Frank says "Oh, and another thing –" He hangs up and Dean says "Frank? Hello? Fr—" Both Sarah and Sam both carrying drinks and Sam holding a newspaper and Dean says "He's a crazy son of a bitch." Sarah says "Frank?" Dean says "You know, having a cranky total paranoid as your go-to guy – that's – it's... I don't know what it is. What, are you going for, like, the Guinness record of caffeine consumption? That's like your fifth this morning." Sarah hands him a drink which he appreciates and then looks over to Sam and he speaks up saying, "Yeah, well, every time I close my eyes, Lucifer is yelling into my head. It's like I let him in once, now I can't get rid of him." Dean says "You know he's not actually..." 

Sam says "Yeah. Yeah, no. I know. Uh, try telling that to the volume control inside my brain." Sarah asks Sam "Well, did you try the hand thing?" Sam says "Yeah, Anyway, long as I'm awake, check it out." Sam hands Dean a newspaper, "They're saying drugs, but read between the lines. Sounds like she danced her own feet off. Might be our kind of thing." Dean says "Dancers. They are toe shoes full of crazy." Sam and Sarah looks at each other and then back at Dean and Sarah says "You – and you would know this how?" 

Dean says "I saw "Black Swan." Twice. Hot tutu-on-tutu action? Come on, Sam. What's wrong with you?" Sam says "Wow. The depths of your – Anyway, it's in Portland, a couple hours away. What do you think?" Dean says "Yeah, dancers. Why not? Maybe you'll get some sleep on the way." Sam says "Yeah, Maybe." Portland Police Station Day-time , Sarah, Dean and Sam enter the police station and Sam says "So, the usual – no EMF, no sulfur, no hex junk." Dean says "If there's no more dancers to interview on this trip, it could be a bust. Although I hear they have good coffee in Portland." Sam says "Dude, that's Seattle. Oh, let's just get the drill over with." 

The Duty Officer behind the desk is talking to another Officer, Dean clears his throat and Sam raises his hand. The Duty Officer raises a hand in acknowledgment, but continues to talk he eventually says to the other Officer "Later." The other officer leaves and Sarah says "Hi." The Duty Officer looks at the three of them and simply asks "Yeah?" Sam says "Uh, we'd like to see the crime-scene photos from the Irina Koganzon case, please." The Duty Officer still looks at the three of them and then asks "And you would be..." Dean says "Oh." Then the three of them show their FBI Badges and he says "Give me a minute." Dean then says to the Officer "Take your time."

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