The Impala zoomed up a two-lane, driven by Dean. He was in a good mood, grooving along to the music.
"Whoo!" Dean cried. "Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?"
Sam glanced at his brother. "You know, if you two, want to get a room, just let us know, Dean."
"Oh, don't listen to him, baby, he doesn't understand us," Dean said.
"You're in a good mood," Nori noted.
"Why shouldn't I be?"
"No reason."
"Got my car, got a case, things are looking up."
"Wow," Sam said. "You hear a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead bodies and you're Mister Sunshine."
"How far to Red Lodge?"
"Uh, about another three hundred miles."
"Good." Dean floored it.
They reached Red Lodge and entered. The brothers entered the lodge and a sheriff with an impressive mustache began talking to them; they were posing as reporters. Nori had offered to remain outside with Phoebe.
"The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at this time," the sheriff said.
"Sure, sure, we understand that, but just for the record, you found the first, uh, head last week, correct?" Sam questioned.
"Mm-hmm."
"Okay, and the other, a uh, Christina Flanigan-"
"That was two days ago. Is there-" A young woman knocked on the door and pointed at her watch. "Oh. Sorry boys, time's up, we're done here."
"One last question-"
"Yeah, what about the cattle?" Dean asked.
The sheriff frowned. "Excuse me?"
"You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained... over a dozen cases."
"What about them?"
"So you don't think there's a connection?"
"Connection... with..."
"First cattle mutilations, now two murders? Kinda sounds like ritual stuff. You know, like Satanic cult ritual stuff?"
The sheriff laughed. "You -- you're not kidding."
"No."
"Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?"
"How?" Sam asked.
"Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within 48-hours the bloat will split it open so clean it's just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that's what gravity does. But, hey, it could be Satan. What newspaper did you say you work for?"
"World Weekly News..." Dean said.
"Weekly World News," Sam corrected.
"World-"
"Weekly World-"
"Weekly... I'm new."
"Get out of my office," the sheriff ordered.
HOSPITAL
Dean and Sam entered the morgue, still wearing their shirts and ties, and wore lab coats. Nori was once again watching Phoebe who insisted on playing dolls, though it was Phoebe's idea. The intern on duty had a name tag that read J. Manners.
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Learn Me Right
Misterio / SuspensoOne call from a small voice changes it all for Dean. Suddenly he's responsible for a pint-sized human, and he would move heaven and earth if he could to keep her safe. Though that's not an easy task in the life they live, he'll do his best. [Satu...