The Impala zoomed up a two-lane, driven by Deanna. She was in a good mood, grooving along to the music.
"Whoo!" Deanna cried. "Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?"
Sam glanced at his sister. "You know, if you two, want to get a room, just let us know, Deanna."
"Oh, don't listen to him, baby, he doesn't understand us," Deanna said.
"You're in a good mood," Sam noted.
"Why shouldn't I be?"
"No reason."
"Got my car, got a case, things are looking up."
"Wow. You hear a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead bodies and you're Miss Sunshine."
"How far to Red Lodge?"
"Uh, about another three hundred miles."
"Good." Deanna floored it.
They reached Red Lodge and entered. The three entered the lodge and a sheriff with an impressive mustache began talking to them; they were posing as reporters.
"The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at this time," the sheriff said.
"Sure, sure, we understand that, but just for the record, you found the first, uh, head last week, correct?" Sam questioned.
"Mm-hmm."
"Okay, and the other, a uh, Christina Flanigan-"
"That was two days ago. Is there-" A young woman knocked on the door and pointed at her watch. "Oh. Sorry boys, young lady, time's up, we're done here."
"One last question-"
"Yeah, what about the cattle?" Deanna asked.
The sheriff frowned. "Excuse me?"
"You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained... over a dozen cases."
"What about them?"
Kaden frowned. "So you don't think there's a connection?"
"Connection... with..."
"First cattle mutilations, now two murders? Kind of sounds like ritual stuff."
"You know, like Satanic cult ritual stuff?" Deanna added.
The sheriff laughed. "You -- you're not kidding."
"No."
"Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?"
"How?" Sam asked.
"Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within 48-hours the bloat will split it open so clean it's just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that's what gravity does. But, hey, it could be Satan. What newspaper did you say you work for?"
"World Weekly News..." Deanna said.
"Weekly World News," Sam corrected.
"World-"
"Weekly World-"
"Weekly... I'm new."
"Get out of my office," the sheriff ordered.
As soon as they exited, Kaden glanced at Deanna. "Nice play, baby."
Deanna smiled. "Thanks."
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Ramble On
Mystery / ThrillerWhen her father goes missing, Deanna recruits the help of her younger brother. The two, alongside another, fall once again into what they know. Saving people, hunting things, the family business. And Deanna Winchester will certainly try her best...
