the prophecy, spn [ 1 ]

027. good monsters

"Whoo! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?" Dean asks as he drives the Impala. Sam and Natalie share a look.

"You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let us know, Dean." Sam teases.

"Oh, don't listen to him, Baby. He doesn't understand us." Dean tells the vehicle. Sam gives Thomas a weird look, the older one just rolling his eyes.

"You're in a good mood." Sam remarks.

"Why shouldn't I be?" Dean asks.

"I don't know." Sam shrugs.

"Got my car, got a case. Things are looking up." Dean states.

"Wow. Give you a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mr. Sunshine." Sam says.

"How far to Red Lodge?" Dean asks.

"Uh, about another 300 miles." Sam informs.

"Good." Dean floors it.

"He scares me. He knows we were in a car crash, right?" Rachel mutters to Thomas.

"It's okay, sweetie." He pats her on the head.

"Tommy--"

"Least we'll die together." Thomas shrugs. Rachel glares at him.

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They talked to the sheriff, though he wouldn't tell them much since they posed as reporters and he wasn't allowed to give out much information. He denied the satanic ritual possibility that Dean gave.

The four walk into the morgue and see an intern sitting at a desk.

"John." Dean says.

"Jeff." He corrects.

"Jeff. I knew that." Dean laughs. "Dr. Dworkin needs to see you in his office right away."

"But Dr. Dworkin's on vacation." Jeff says.

"Well, he's back, and he's pissed, and he's screaming for you, man, so if I were you, I would--" Dean whistles and Jeff practically runs out. Sam shuts the door. "Hey, those Satanists in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?"

"Yeah, reversed pentacle on the forehead." Sam says.

Dean hands out gloves, putting some on himself.

"Yeah. So much fucked up shit happens in Florida." Dean says.

Sam wheels open the drawer with the recent victim on it.

"All right, open it." Dean says.

"You open it." Sam retorts.

Dean looks at Thomas.

"I'm not doing it." Thomas scoffs. Dean points at his sister.

"Absolutely not." Rachel denies.

"Hey, all the bad stuff rolls down hill to the youngest." Dean says.

"Says who?" Rachel asks.

"Says... people. It's a saying, I know it is." Dean says. "You're at the bottom of the hill, you get the crappy situations."

"Yeah, but she has me, so no, she doesn't... unless she annoys me." Thomas says.

"Ha." Rachel laughs in Dean's face. "Have fun."

"Wusses." Dean comments.

"You're the one trying to pawn it off." Thomas points out.

Dean rolls his eyes and carries the box to a table and opens it, grimacing at the woman's head inside.