the prophecy, spn [ 1 ]

009. hook man

"Alright, thank you for your time." Sam hangs the payphone up, walking over to his siblings.

"Your, uh, half-caf, double vanilla latte is gettin' cold over here, Francis." Dean teases.

"Bite me." Sam quips, sitting down.

"So, anything?" Dean asks and Sam shakes his head.

"I had 'em check the FBI's missing persons data bank. No John Does fitting dad's description. I even ran his plates for traffic violations." Sam says.

"Sam, I'm tellin' ya, I don't think dad wants to be found." Dean says. "Check this out." He shows Sam the laptop. "It's a news item out of Planes Courier. Ankeny, Iowa. It's only about 100 from here."

""The mutilated body was found near the victim's car, parked on 9 Mile Road."" Sam reads.

"Keep reading." Dean says.

""Authorities are unable to provide a realistic description of the killer. The sole eyewitnesses, whose name has been withheld, is quoted as saying the attacker was invisible.""

"Could be something interesting."

"Or it could be nothing at all. One freaked out witness who didn't see anything? Doesn't mean it's the Invisible Man." Sam says.

"But what if it is?" Dean counters.

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Dean pulls up to a fraternity house and parks.

"One more time, why are we here?" Sam asks as they get out of the car.

"Victim lived here." Dean states. They walk up to a group of guys who are fixing a car. "Nice wheels. We're your fraternity brothers. From Ohio. We're new in town. Transfers. Looking for a place to stay." Dean grins.

"What's with the chick?" One of the guys ask.

"Uh... girlfriend." Dean says.

"What now?" Rachel's eyebrows shoot up.

"Dude." Thomas mutters.

"His girlfriend." Dean nudges Rachel, shoving her over to Sam. The giant quickly prevents her from losing her balance.

"Uh... yeah." Sam says, awkwardly smiling. He wraps his arm around Rachel's shoulders, pulling her into his side. Rachel struggles to hide her disgusted expression.

The four walk through the house.

"You had to make me date one of you? The hell is your problem?" Rachel hisses, shoving Dean.

"That's just wrong to think about." Thomas grimaces. "Get a brain, dude."

"You're disgusting, Dean." Sam huffs.

"It's not like you two are actually dating, relax." Dean tells them.

They walk into a bedroom where a guy is standing in front of a full length mirror and he's only in shorts. Every part of his body except his back is painted purple, but his face only has a couple of lines painted on.

Dean knocks on the door, getting his attention.

"Who are you?" The guy asks.

"We're your new roommates. She's just visiting." Dean says.

"Do me a favor? Get my back. Big game today." The guy says, holding the can and paintbrush out.

"He's the artist." Dean points back at Sam. "Things he can do with a brush." Sam reluctantly takes the can of paint and brush from the guy as Dean sits in a chair.