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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Dean folded the newspaper up and set it on the table as we sat in the diner. He sighed. "Alright, dude, not a decent lead in all of Nebraska. What do you got?" he asked, one hand on my knee under the table, fingers brushing and forth.
"I've been scanning Wyoming, Colorado, South Dakota," Sam listed, eyes still on his laptop. "Here. A woman in Iowa fell 10,000 feet from an airplane and survived."
"Sonds more like that's incredible than twilight zone," Dean argued.
"We could test the theory, and I can push you out of a plane?" I suggested, wincing as I shifted in my seat.
Dean's eyes scanned over me, trying to make sure I was okay. "You know, we could keep heading east," he told Sam, looking back at his brother. He grinned. "New York. Upstate. We could stop by and see Sarah again. Eh? She's a cool chick, man. Smoking." He whistled.
I stomped on his foot under the table.
"Ow," Dean muttered, shooting me a look. "You two seem pretty friendly. What do you say?" he asked his brother.
Sam scoffed. "Yeah, I don't know. Maybe someday. In the meantime, we got a lot of work to do, Dean. You know that?"
"There's a quota now?" I asked. "Man, that sucks."
"What else you got?" Dean sighed.
"Uh, local man in Colorado named Daniel Elkins was found mauled in his home," Sam suggested.
"Elkins? I know that name."
"Doesn't ring a bell." Sam shook his head. "Sounds like the police don't know what do think. At first they said bear attack but now they found signs of robbery."
Dean pulled his father's journal from the bag on the floor next to us. He flipped it open. "Here. Check it out." He handed the journal to Sam.
"You think it's the same Elkins?" Sam asked.
"It's a Colorado area code," Dean stated.
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It was snowing the night we broke into Elkin's house. I wrapped my arms around myself, ignoring the ache in my ribs and the cold nipping at my skin.
Inside the house was just as dark and cold. I shivered, following Dean down the hall and into the first room.
"Looks like the maid didn't come today," Dean remarked.
The wall right by the door was covered in photos and newspaper clippings, along with different papers on different supernatural beings.
"Hey, there's salt over here," Sam called from the hallway. "Right beside the door."
