Sam woke from sleeping in the backseat of the car. Dean was studying some papers while I was writing in my journal.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked.
"What's it look like I'm doing?" Dean said.
"Like you're looking for a job." Sam said.
"Yahtzee." I said. Sam sat up.
"We just finished a job like two hours ago." Sam said.
"I already told him." I said.
"Adrenaline's still pumping, I guess. So, what do you think... Cedar Rapids, Tulsa, or Chi-Town?" Dean said.
"I am all for working. I really am. But you got us chasing cases nonstop for like a month now. We need sleep." Sam said.
"Yeah, we can sleep when we're dead." Dean said.
"You're exhausted, Dean." I said.
"I'm good." Dean said.
"No, you're not. You're running on fumes, and you can't run forever." I said.
"And what am I running from?" Dean asked.
"From what you told us. Or are we pretending that never happened?" Sam said.
"Stratton, Nebraska. Farm town. A man gets hacked to death in a locked room inside a locked house. No signs of forced entry." Dean said.
"Sounds like a ghost." Sam said.
"Yes, it does." I said. Sam sighed and flopped back down.
As the Impala drove into the house road we saw the sold sign hidden in the grass.
"Boy, three bedrooms, two baths, and one homicide. This place is gonna sell like hotcakes." I said. We entered the kitchen, opening the cabinets. Dean saw something on an empty piece of wall.
"Hey, check this out." he said. Dean knocked, it was hollow.
"Huh." I said.
"It's probably a dumbwaiter. All these old houses had them." Sam said.
"Know-it-all." Dean said.
"What?" Sam asked.
"What?" Dean said.
"You said..." Sam said.
"What?' Dean asked.
"Never mind." Sam said.
"You two are idiots." I said.
We entered a bedroom.
"Well, no bloodstains, fresh coat of paint, it's a bunch of bubkes." Dean said.
"Needle's all over the place." Sam said.
"Yeah-power lines." I said.
"Great." Sam said.
"Smartass." Dean said. I rolled my eyes. I opened a closet with the boys right behind me. There was a doll head on the floor. I jumped back and walked away.
"Uh..." Sam said.
"Well, that's super-disturbing." Dean said.
"Think it got left behind?" Sam said.
"By who? Unless Bill Gibson likes to play with doll heads." Dean said. A car and moving truck pulled it.
"Really, can anything be easy?" I said.
"Uh-oh." Sam said.
"I thought you said this place was still for sale." Dean said.
"Apparently, it's not." Sam said.
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Broken Promises - SPN 4
FanfictionAli had to adjust to life without Dean. She began hunting on her own. Four Months pass. She walks into Bobby's house to Dean. Little did she know, this was a step towards everything they knew changing. ...
