HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Thirty nine.

Several hours later...

Sam, Dean and Sierra left the central library, Dean wasn't looking happy. "Checked every record they had. Found the usual amount of violent childhood deaths for a town this size."

They walked across the empty road and towards a woodland park, Sierra walking in the middle. She looked up to him briefly, "And?"

"Wanna know how many were little girls with black hair and pale skin?"

"Zero." Sam solemnly answered as they followed the trail.

"Zero!" Dean repeated louder, slight annoyance in his tone, "You wanna know how many little girls with black hair and pale skin that have gone missing?" He sarcastically asked, but gave them no time to answer, "Right again. Zip. zilch, nada. Tell me you've got something good 'cause I've totally wasted the last six hours."

Sam chuffed a little bit, glancing at his brother, "Well you ever hear of Lillian Bailey? She was a British medium from the 1930s."

Sierra raised a brow, "She sounds familiar."

"She got a thing for fairy tales?" Dean questioned. Sam shook his head.

"Nah, trances. See she'd go into these unconscious states where, uhm, get this, her thoughts and actions were completely controlled by spirits."

"A ghost puppet master." Dean smirked for a second, "Think that's what this kid is doing? Sending wolfboy and grandma into trances, making them go kill-crazy?"

"Could be. You know, kinda like uh, uh, spirit hypnosis or somethin'." Sam answered with a nod.

"Trances I get, but fairy tale trances? That's bizarre even for us." Dean added, Sierra hummed in thought. The three of them suddenly stopped walking and looked down to see a fat bullfrog sitting in their path and croaking loudly.

"Yeah, you're right. That's completely normal." Sam bluntly deadpanned.

Sierra grimaced a bit, "Casual." The bullfrog croaked again and again. Sierra smirked a little for a second, looking up at Dean and nudged him, "Kiss it."

Dean snapped his head to her with a look of disgust, "I'm not kissin' a damn frog!"

"It might be the prince of your dreams?"

"Hell no!" Dean exclaimed, "Have you seen how slimy it is?"

"You're bothered about the slime?"

Dean paused, looking down at the frog, which croaked loudly again. He shivered and looked at his brother, "Sammy, kiss the damn frog."

Sam didn't seem involved in their conversation as he stared off into the distance at a certain house, "Hey. Check that out." He pointed to one of the houses with a single on the porch.

"Yeah? It's close to Halloween." Dean casually pointed out, not understanding his point.

Sam shook his head, "You remember Cinderella? With the pumpkin that turns into a coach, and the mice that become horses?" Dean was silent, looking puzzled. Sam looked down to Sierra as she mentioned the story earlier, she nodded in response.

Dean sighed, "Dude, could you be more gay?"

Sam looked at Dean, nonplussed. His jaw worked speechlessly for a moment. Sierra lightly whacked Dean's arm, causing him to jolt a bit and look at her in confusion, "Don't be mean."

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Sierra unpicked the lock with her claw, "This definitely doesn't look suspicious." She remarked, considering they were blankly breaking into a house in the middle of the day in a busy neighbourhood.