family ties, supernatural [ 1 ]

017. something wicked

Dean walks over, two coffees in hand.

"Well... the waitress thinks the local freemasons are up to something sneaky, but other than that, no one's heard about anything freaky going on." Dean says, giving Sam his coffee.

"Dean, you got the time?" Sam asks.

"Ten after four. Why?" Dean asks.

"What's wrong with this picture?" Sam nods to the park where only one kid is playing.

"School's out, isn't it?" Dean asks.

"So, where is everybody? This place should be crawling with kids right now." Sam says.

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They're in Bethany's room and they're checking for EMF.

"You got anything over there?" Sam asks.

"Nah, nothing." Dean says.

"Yeah, me neither." Sam says. "Hey." He calls.

"Yeah?" Dean turns to him.

"You were right. It's not pneumonia." Sam says. Dean walks over to them and sees the handprint that's in the wood of the windowsill. "It's rotted. What the hell leaves a handprint like that?"

"I know why dad sent us here. He's faced this thing before. He wants us to finish the job." Dean says.

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"So what the hell is a shtriga?" Sam asks as Dean pulls up outside the motel office, the four getting out.

"It's... kinda like a witch, I think. I don't know much about 'em." Dean says.

"Well, I've never heard of it. And it's not in dad's journal." Sam says.

"Dad hunted one in Fort Douglas, Wisconsin, about 16, 17 years ago. You were there. You don't remember?" Dean asks.

"Ah, the good old days." Griffin sighs. "The baby days. John and Dean free days."

"I wasn't even born yet." Tabitha frowns.

"I stand by my statement." Griffin says.

Tabitha glares and shoves him, Sam quickly preventing a fight from breaking out.

"No." Sam answers his older brother's question.

"And I guess he caught wind of the things in Fitzburg now and kicked us the coordinates." Dean says.

"So, wait, this..." Sam forgets the name.

"Shtriga." Dean says.

"Right. You think it's the same one dad hunted before?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, maybe." Dean says.

"But if dad went after it, why is it still breathing air?" Sam asks.

"Cause it got away." Dean says.

"Got away?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, Sammy, it happens." Dean says.

"Not very often." Sam says.

"Well, I don't know what to tell ya, maybe dad didn't have his wheaties that morning." Dean says.

"What else do you remember?" Sam asks.

"Nothing. I was a kid, all right?" Dean goes into the office.

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"Well, you were right. It wasn't very easy to find, but you were right. Shtriga is a kind of witch. They're Albanian, but legends about them trace back to Ancient Rome. They feed of spiritus vitae." Sam says.