Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
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"Sam, wake up," Dean said, slapping his brother's chest.
Sam sat up, looking around the car, breathing heavy. "I take it I was having a nightmare."
"Yeah," Dean said. "Another one."
"Hey, at least I got some sleep." Sam shrugged.
"You know, sooner or later, we're gonna have to talk about this."
"What are you, a woman?" I asked. "Why do we have to talk about anything?"
Sam looked around. "We're here?"
"Yeah. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio," Dean said.
Sam picked up the newspaper, reading the article of the man who's death we're investigating. "So what do you really think happened to this guy?"
"That's what we're gonna find out," Dean replied.
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We walked into the morgue past a desk that belonged to a Dr. D. Feiklowicz and toward another where a man sat.
"Hey," Dean greeted as we reached the desk.
"Can I help you?" the coroner's tech asked.
"Yeah, we're the med students," Dean lied.
"Sorry?"
"Oh, Dr...Feiklowicz didn't tell you?" Dean asked, stammering over the name. "We talked to him on the phone. We're from Ohio State. He's supposed to show us the Shoemaker corpse. It's for our paper."
"Well, I'm sorry. He's not here," the tech told him. "He's at lunch."
"Oh, he said—You know what? It doesn't matter. Uh, you don't mind just showing us the body, do you?"
"Sorry, I can't. Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him."
"An hour?" Dean repeated. "We gotta be heading back to Columbus by then. Uh, look, man, this paper is like half our grade—"
"We are really sorry to be putting you in this situation," I cut Dean off, leaning against the desk. "I understand, but I really, really need to get a good grade on this paper—"
"Listen, lady, I can't."
Dean forced a laugh. "I'm gonna hit him in his face, I swear," I thought I heard him mutter something along those lines.
I sighed, a fake one. "I understand. I'm just really depending on it." I leaned a little closer. "I wouldn't mind returning the favor, if you could just help me out a little." I reached out to set a hand on his arm, hearing a scoff from behind me. "You don't mind, do you?"
