the prophecy, spn [ 1 ]

031. interrogations

Dean and Rachel are sitting at a table outside a cafe. Dean is reading a newspaper and Rachel is picking at her nail polish, waiting for Thomas and Sam to get back with food.

"Look, all I'm saying is you don't have to second guess patting her on the head or anything. You were mind controlled and she's not scared of you or anything." Sam rants.

"Sammy, would you shut up?" Thomas pleads.

"No. You were under mind control, you don't need to live the rest of your life guilt ridden just cause you unwillingly almost killed her." Sam says.

"You're one to talk." Thomas scoffs. Sam frowns. "You're telling me you don't blame yourself for Jessica anymore?"

"Wha-- that's a low blow." Sam says.

"And that would be a yes, point proven." Thomas says.

"Tommy--"

"Hey, hey, I'm the big brother. So when I tell you to zip it, you zip it. Zip it." Thomas orders.

"You're ridiculous." Sam rolls his eyes.

"And yet I'm still the favorite." Thomas grins, walking over to the table and dropping the bag with the muffin in front of his sister. Sam rolls his eyes, but follows.

"Ooh. Thank you." Rachel quickly takes the muffin out as Thomas puts a hot chocolate down next to her.

Sam sits next to her and across from Dean, giving the oldest one of the coffees.

"Anthony Giles." Dean states, giving Sam the newspaper.

"Who's Anthony Giles?" Sam asks.

"He's a Baltimore lawyer. Working late in his office, check it out." Dean says.

"Uh... throat was slit, room was clean. Huh. No DNA, no prints." Sam says, glancing over the article.

"Keep reading, it gets better." Dean says.

"Security cameras failed to capture footage of the assailant." Sam says.

"So I'm thinking either somebody tampered with the tapes--"

"Or it's an invisible killer."

"My favorite kind. What do you think, Scully? You wanna check it out?"

"I'm not Scully, you're Scully." Sam retorts.

"No, I'm Mulder. You're a red-headed woman." Dean states.

"Don't they date each other?" Rachel asks.

"Ugh."
"Ew."

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It's nighttime and they get to Anthony's office, sneaking in. Sam shines his flashlight around, finding a pool of blood.

"Hey. Anthony Giles' body was found right about here." Sam says. ""Throat slit so deep part of his spinal cord was visible."" He reads and Dean whistles.

"What do you think? Vengeful spirit? Underlining vengeful?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, maybe. I mean, he did see that woman at the foot of his bed." Sam says.

"Take a look at this." Dean says, holding up a sheet of paper that Sam takes.

"Dana Shulps. A name?" Sam asks.

"I dunno, but it's everywhere." Dean says, looking through more papers. "Well, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." He grins.

Sam breathes on the glass table to reveal the same name impressed in the surface.

"Wow. I'd say we've officially crossed over into weird." Sam says.

"Maybe Giles knew her." Thomas suggests.