not strong enough, supernatural [ 2 ]

035. wedding

It's nighttime and Sam is driving while Larissa sits in the passenger seat and Dean is stuck in the back with the twins again.

"All right, well, call us if he wakes up or, you know, anything. Yeah, fine. Thanks for your help, Meg." Dean hangs his phone up. "What a bitch."

"So, Cas is the same, then?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, down to the drool." Dean says and Sam hums. "By the way, how is your custard?"

"It's all right. It's getting better. Just wish it wasn't like the damn tape from The Ring. I mean, I feel like I'm okay cause I passed on the crazy." Sam says.

"No, you didn't. You heard what Cas said." Dean says as his phone starts ringing.

"Let's-- let's not. You know what?" Sam says. Larissa reaches out and grabs his hand, holding it and gently squeezing.

"Hello." Dean answers his phone. "Wait. W-Who is this?" He asks. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, how you doing, Garth?"

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"Well, this is it." The coroner leads them to the morgue. "Gentlemen, ma'ams... this is Corporal Brown." He introduces Garth who is in a military uniform.

"Corporal James Brown. I'm shipping off to AF manana. I'm here to pay respects to my cousin as I will not be able to attend his funeral." Garth says.

"That must be terrible for your family. Losing two brothers so fast." The coroner says.

"Yeah. Yeah. My aunt, she's, um... she's real broken up about it." Garth says.

"Hey, doc, can we see both files, please?" Sam asks. The coroner's phone rings. He hands Sam the file.

"My wife. I'll, uh, be in my office." The coroner says.

"Great." Dean says as the man leaves.

"You didn't say they were brothers." Sam says.

"Dude, I just found out about the other corpse and started moving quick. I'm sucking up info as I go." Garth says.

"What, are you allergic to a suit?" Dean asks.

"No. I just... look good in uniform." Garth says.

Natalie hums and nods.

"Excuse you?" Jacob frowns.

"Well, not-- not as good as you." Natalie states. "I love you. I meant the hum in a non-romantic way."

"He kinda does." Larissa comments. Sam looks down at her. "I mean that platonically." She tells him. "I love you." She smiles.

"Same cause of death." Sam says, walking over to a computer.

"Right, uh, gutted at night in the woods, where legend says that the ghost of Jenny Greentree roams." Garth says. Dean takes an EMF meter out. "Oh, uh, I already scanned for EM--" He stops as the device makes noise. "F. Oh. Um... I guess mine must be broken again."

"All right. I'm reading your mail. Uh, ghost of Jenny... whatever?" Dean asks.

"Greentree. That's just it. I torched her bones." Garth says.

"Yeah, well, maybe she's got something still laying around." Dean says.

"Highly doubtful. Chick was homeless. Plus, is it me, or is this less evil spirit and more monster chow?"

"A werewolf?"

"Except, uh, the witness said that whatever was chasing victim numero uno was invisible."

"Uh... so, invisible ghost werewolf?"

"Why'd you think I called for backup?"

"Hey. Any of you ever heard of Thighslapper Ale?" Sam asks.