Running From Deals - SPN S3

Chapter 6 - Red Sky at Morning

Dean is driving, Sam in the passenger's seat. There is a tense silence in the car, which Dean breaks.

"So, I've been waiting since Maple Springs. You got something to tell me?" Dean said.

"It's not your birthday." Sam said, playing dumb.

"No." Dean said.

"Happy... Purim? Dude, I don't know. I have no idea what you're talking –" Sam yelled.

"There's a bullet missing from the Colt. You want to tell me how that happened? I know it wasn't me. So unless you were shooting at some incredibly evil cans... You went after her, didn't you? The Crossroads Demon. After I told you not to." Dean stated.

"Yeah, well..." Sam said, annoyed.

"You could have gotten yourself killed!" Dean yelled.

"I didn't." Sam retorted.

"And you shot her." Dean asked.

"She was a smartass." Sam sassed.

"So, what? Does that mean I'm out of my deal?" Dean asked.

"Don't you think I might have mentioned that little fact, Dean? No. Someone else holds the contract." Sam said.

"Who?" Dean asked.

"She wouldn't say." Sam said.

"Well, we should find out who." I said.

"Of course, our best lead would be the Crossroads Demon. Oh, wait a minute..." Dean said.

"That's not funny." Sam said.

"No, it's not! It was a stupid freaking risk, and you shouldn't have done it." Dean said.

"I shouldn't have done it? You're my brother, Dean. And no matter what you do, I'm gonna try and save you. And I'm sure as hell not gonna apologize for it, all right?" Sam shouted back.

Sam, Dean, and I were impersonating officers to interview a witness. She was holding a framed photograph of the shower-drowning victim. The witness' name was Gertrude Case, and she was elegant and well-groomed and approximately 70 years old. She began to flirt shamelessly with Sam.

"But I don't understand. I already went over all this with the other Detectives." she said.

"Right, yes. But, see, we're with the Sheriff's Department, not the police department – different departments." I said.

"So, Mrs. Case..." Sam stared.

"Please. Ms. Case." she interrupted him. I was trying to stay professional and not laugh.

"Okay. Um, Ms. Case, um... you were the one who found your niece, correct?" Sam asked.

"I came home, she was in the shower." Ms. Case explained.

"Drowned?" I asked.

"So the coroner says. Now, you tell me, how can someone drown in the shower?" she said.

"How would you describe Sheila's behavior in the days before her death? I mean, did she seem frightened? Maybe she said something out of the ordinary?" Sam asked.

"Wait a minute. You're working with Alex, aren't you?" Ms Case asked.

"Yep. Absolutely. That's Alex and us, we're like this." Dean said.

"Why didn't you say so? Alex has been such a comfort. But I'm sorry. I thought the case was solved." Ms Case said.

"Well, no. No, not yet." Sam said.

"I see." she said.

"So, anyways, we were talking about your niece." Sam tried to get back on the subject.