"Um, my daughter and I were in our beds. Mike was downstairs decorating the tree. I heard a thump on the roof and then I heard Mike scream, and now I'm talking to the FBI." the woman said.
"And you didn't see any of it?" Dean asked.
"No, he was... he was just gone." she answered.
"The doors were locked? There was no forced entry?" I asked.
"That's right." she confirmed.
"Does anybody else have a key?" I asked.
"My parents." she said.
"Where do they live?" Dean asked.
"Florida." she said. Sam walked out of the house.
"Thanks for letting me have a look around, Mrs. Walsh. I think we, uh, got just about everything we need. We're all set." Sam said.
"We'll be in touch." Dean said.
Mrs. Walsh nodded. We walked down the steps.
"Agents..." She called and we turned around. "The police said my husband might have been kidnapped."
"Could be." Dean said.
"Then why haven't the kidnappers called? O-or – or demanded a ransom? It's three days till Christmas. What am I supposed to tell our daughter?" she pleaded.
"We're very sorry." I said. We walked away and she went inside.
"Find anything?" Dean asked Sam.
"Stocking, mistletoe... this." Sam said and handed Dean a tooth out of his pocket.
"A tooth? Where was this?" Dean asked.
"In the chimney." Sam said.
"Chimney? No way a man fits up a chimney. It's too narrow." I said.
"No way he fits up in one piece." Sam said.
"Alright, so, if dad went up the chimney—" Dean started.
"We need to find out what dragged him up there." I said.
We went back to the motel and were researching. Pictures of demons were pinned up on the wall. Sam was searching the internet for information about demons. I was reading older books. The door opened and Dean walked inside, carrying a brown paper bag.
"So, was I right? Is it the serial-killing chimney sweep?" Dean said.
"Yep. It's, uh, it's actually dick Van Dyke." I said.
"Who?" Dean asked.
"Mary Poppins." Sam said.
"Who's that?" Dean said and I gave him a concerned look.
"Oh come on— never mind." Sam said and waved his hand at Dean.
"It turns out that Walsh is the second guy in town grabbed out of his house this month." Dean said.
"Oh yeah?" I asked.
"Yeah." Dean said.
"The other guy get dragged up the chimney, too?" Sam asked.
"Don't know. Witnesses said they heard a thump on the roof. So, what the hell do you think we're dealing with?" Dean asked.
"Actually, we have an idea." Sam said.
"Yeah?" Dean said.
"Uh, it's gonna sound crazy." I said.
"What could you possibly say that sounds crazy to me?" Dean asked.
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Running From Deals - SPN S3
FanfictionDean 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 ...
