We were driving down a two lane highway in the Impala. I was sitting in the back, enjoying the music and scenery.
"Whoo! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?" Dean said.
"You know, if you two want to get a room, just let me know, Dean." I said.
"Oh, don't listen to her, baby. She doesn't understand us." Dean said.
"You're in a good mood." Sam noted.
"Why shouldn't I be?" Dean asked.
"No reason." Sam said.
"Got my car, got a case, things are looking up." Dean said.
"Wow. You hear a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mister Sunshine." I said.
"How far to Red Lodge?" Dean asked.
"Uh, about another three hundred miles." Sam said.
"Good." Dean said and he floored it.
In Red Lodge, a Sheriff with an impressive mustache was talking to the boys and I, who were posing as reporters.
"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 asked.
"Mm-hmm." the sheriff said.
"Okay, and the other, a, uh, Christina Flanigan." I asked.
"That was two days ago. Is there -" the sheriff asked before getting cut off by a woman who knocked on the door and pointed to her watch.
"Oh. Sorry boys, time's up, we're done here." the sheriff said.
"One last question..." I said.
"Yeah, what about the cattle?" Dean asked the question I had.
"Excuse me?" the sheriff asked.
"You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained... over a dozen cases." Dean explained.
"What about them?" the sheriff asked.
"So you don't think there's a connection?" I asked.
"Connection... with..." the sheriff asked.
"First cattle mutilations, now two murders? Kinda sounds like ritual stuff." Sam said
"You know, like satanic cult ritual stuff?" Dean said. The sheriff laughed.
"You - you're not kidding." the sheriff asked.
"No." I said.
"Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?" the sheriff asked.
"How?" I asked.
"Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within forty eight 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?" the sheriff asked.
"World Weekly News..." Dean said.
"Weekly World News." Sam said.
"World-" Dean started again.
" Weekly World-" Sam said.
"Weekly... I'm new." Dean said.
"Get out of my office." the sheriff said.
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Don't Leave Me-SPN S2
FanfictionAfter John's death, Sam, Dean, and Ali are more determined to find the demon that killed their family. All of their connections become stronger as they navigate this new world without John Winchester. Feelings flow and secrets are revealed. I DO NO...
