Crossroads - Supernatural Rewrite

Dead in the water

Kat, Dean, and Sam were holed up at a shabby little place called The Lynnwood Inn, the kind of roadside motel that smelled faintly of stale coffee and mildew. They'd claimed a corner booth at the attached diner, a stack of local newspapers spread out across the sticky table while they hunted for their next case.

Dean sat hunched over his plate—now littered with only a few crumbs and a half-eaten slice of toast—methodically circling obituaries that looked even remotely suspicious.

Kat sat opposite of him, lost in her train of thought, eyes focused on her hands, fingers flexing slightly. The instance from the mines replaying in her mind like a broken record.

She didn't even fully grasp what it was that she did, but she knew it wasn't a mere coincidence that the moment she was in danger, likely to be killed, some force happened to protect her. The feeling that came with it replayed in her head as well, like it was primal.

She glanced over at Dean, wondering if he would view her differently, knowing she could do something like that.

An attractive waitress approached from across the room, her eyes locked on Dean. She leaned in a bit closer than necessary, "Can I get you anything else?"

Dean looked up at her with a giddy smile, clearly enjoying the attention.

Sam interrupted, "Just the check, please." He told the waitress, taking a seat next to Kat.

The girl nodded, flirtatiously smiling at Dean once more as she sauntered off.

Dean dropped his head, looking at Sam in disbelief, "You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while...that's fun." He said as he pointed in the girl's direction.

Sam looked at him, unimpressed, then turned to Kat who had been blocking out Dean's incessant tool-like behavior.

Dean sighed and set down a newspaper article, "Here, I think I got one. Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week Sophie Carlton, eighteen, walks into the lake—doesn't walk out. Authorities dragged the water; nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of the other bodies were found either. They had a funeral two days ago."

"A funeral?" Kat questioned, the statement catching her attention.

"Yeah, it's weird, they buried an empty coffin. For, uh, closure or whatever." Dean explained.

"Closure? What closure? People don't just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them." Sam said bluntly.

Kat sulked back in her seat, preparing herself for the impending argument.

"Something you want to say to me?" Dean questioned.

"The trail for Dad. It's getting colder every day." Sam stated, frustration in his tone.

"Exactly. So, what are we supposed to do?" Dean snapped.

"I don't know. Something. Anything." Sam said.

Dean snorted in annoyance, "You know what? I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think I wanna find Dad as much as you do?"

"Yeah, I know you do, it's just..." Sam began before Dean interrupted.

"Me and Kat are the ones that have been with him every single day for the past two years, while you've been off to college going to pep rallies." He mocked. "We will find Dad. But until then, we're gonna kill everything bad between here and there. Okay?" He said with a serious glare.

Kat's eyes darted between the two of them at the mention of her name, hoping they didn't drag her into it.

Luckily Sam seceded, simply rolling his eyes and beginning to ask more about Lake Manitoc—but of course, their waitress walked by again—Dean's eyes distractedly followed her as she passed.