Secrets Will Kill You: The Sequel

A Blast From The Past Part 2

We were all sitting around the table and Dean and I side by side as Mary and dad were side by side with Deanna and Samuel side by side and my grandmother and grandfather side by side as well. "First time in Lawrence Dean and Melissa?" Deanna asked us.

"Well, it's been a while. Things sure have changed...I think" Dean answered.

"You working a job?" Samuel asked.

"Yeah, maybe"

"What's that mean?"

"It means I don't trust other hunters either, Samuel"

I felt the tension rise around the table but Samuel and Dean exchanged small smiles. Then, Mary asked us why we were following her, John, Kathrine (my birth mother) and dad. We told them how we thought something was after John and dad but we didn't think that anymore. Then, Deanna said imagine if John Winchester was mixing up with spirits and that resulted in Samuel sighing and it sounded like he was irritated by something. That caused my eyebrows and Dean's eyebrows to rise and Mary didn't like the sound of the sigh and it led to a small argument between her and her father with both dad and granddad trying to break it up but it didn't work. Samuel called John a civilian and I tried to keep the irony to the side since Dean did learn from the man...and I knew he was thinking the same thing...and then Mary asked her father if he would rather have her be with a guy like Dean and I tried to keep my snickering to myself as Dean became very uncomfortable and started to stammer a little. Then, Deanna and grandmom broke it up, reminding the two that they had company. It was all amusing and weird at the same time.

"So what about you Sam, you uh, working a job?" Dean asked. "Might be" he replied. Mary sighed. "We're working a job on the Whitshire Farm" granddad said and Samuel gave him a look.

"Whitshire, why does that name sound familiar to me?" I asked. "Well, it's been all over the papers Tom Whitshire. Got tangled up in a combine a few towns over" Samuel said. "That kind of thing happens" Dean said.

"So why was he on it in the first place when his crops are all dead?"

"Demonic omens?"

"That's what George and I gotta find out"

"What about the rest of the town? Well, did you find anything on the web?" Dean asked and he received a bunch of weird looks. I gave him a pointed him look. Different time moron.

"The web of information that you assembled" I clarified. "Electrical storms maybe" Deanna said. "The weather service graphs should be here on Friday" grandmom said. "By mail?" Dean inquired.

Then, Samuel, Deanna, grandmom and granddad all exchanged a weird look. I nudged Dean and gave him another pointed look. "No, we hired a jet liner to fly 'em to us overnight" granddad said, sarcastically.

"You know, it sounds to me like we might be hunting the same thing" I spoke. "If we go in there in numbers, we could take care of this thing real quick" Dean added.

"What part of we work alone do you not understand, son?" Samuel said, sternly...and that was it. End of discussion.

We decided to stay the night at a nearby motel. "You know what I wonder?" he asked me as we walked into the room.

"Hmm?"

"My mom and your dad seem like such good friends..."

"It makes you wonder why they were never anything more?" I read his mind.

He shrugged. I sat on the bed beside him. "Maybe they've just been friends all their life, they don't know how to be anything more...they're happy with where they are..."