We were at Bobby's place. Bobby was working on the Colt, while Dean melted metal into bullets. I was sitting at the bay window, writing in my journal.
"Hey, what's up?" Dean said to Sam.
"Might have found some omens in Ohio. Dry lightning, barometric-pressure drop." Sam said.
"Well, that's thrilling." I said.
"Plus, some guy blows his head off in a church and another goes postal in a hobby shop before the cops take him out. Might be demonic omens." Sam said.
"Or just a suicide and a psycho scrapbooker." Dean said.
"But it's our best lead since Lincoln." Sam said.
"Where in Ohio?" I asked.
"Elizabethville. It's a half-dead factory town in the rust belt." Sam said.
"There's got to be a demon or two in South Beach." Dean complained.
"Sorry, Hef. Maybe next time. How's it going, Bobby?" Sam asked.
"Slow." Bobby said.
"I tell you, it's a little sad seeing the Colt like that." Dean said.
"The only thing it's good for now is figuring out what makes it tick." Bobby said.
"So what makes it tick?" Sam asked. Bobby looked up – not amused.
"So, if we want to go check out these omens in Ohio... You think you can have that thing ready by this afternoon?" Dean asked.
"Well, it won't kill demons by then, but I can promise you it'll kill you." Bobby said. Dean smiled.
"All right, come on, we're wasting the daylight." I said.
"See you, Bobby." Dean said. Sam, Dean, and I started to leave.
"Hey. You guys run into anything -- anything -- you call me." Bobby said. I nodded and smiled.
We got to the church where the man took his life and we were in suits talking to Father Gil.
"There's not much left for the insurance company. It was a suicide - I saw it myself." Father Gil said.
"Well, this shouldn't take long, then." Dean said.
"That's where Andy did it. It's the first time I'd seen him in weeks. He used to come every Sunday." Father Gil said.
"When did he stop?" Sam asked.
"Probably about two months ago right around the time everything else started to change." Father Gil said.
"Change how?" I asked.
"Let's just say this used to be a town you could be proud of. People... cared about each other. Andy sang in the choir, and then one day, he just wasn't Andy anymore. It was like he was..." Father Gil said.
"Possessed?" Sam asked.
"You could say that. Gambled away his money, cheated on his wife, destroyed his business. Yes, like a switch had flipped." Father Gil said.
"Father, did you know the man who killed those folks in the hobby shop?" I asked.
"Sure, Tony Perkins." Father Gil said.
"Tony Perkins. Good man." I said.
"Would you say that his personality suddenly changed one day, too?" Sam asked.
"I never thought about it that way, but...yes. about the same time as Andy -- about two months ago." Father Gil said.
"Well, thank you, Father. Appreciate your time." Dean said.
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Running From Deals - SPN S3
FanficDean sold his soul for Sam. He just wants peace for his last year on Earth. Ali and Sam wouldn't let him go without a fight. They all have to face what is happening and try to find a way out of it. I DO NOT own Supernatural. I only own Alison Hart ...
