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( THE GIRL WITH THE
DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS )

CABIN
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        Sam is talking on his cell phone. The wall behind him is covered with research. "Yeah, I hear you. All right. Well, thanks for looking. Yep. Bye." Sam hangs up. "So, Nora didn't see any pattern to the dig sites either." He sits down on the sofa.

       "Yeah, 'cause they got nothing in common." Dean sits on the arm of the sofa next to Elena whom is reading a book. "And I got nothing from local lore 50 miles in every direction of all of them. I mean, it's like they're just... old dirt. What's Dick looking for?" He takes a drink from his flask.

        The lights flicker. Sam and Dean both stand up and take guns out of their jeans. Bobby appears and they point their guns at him. "Hey, hey, go easy, you idjits. Sorry for the jump scare." He says.

       "So how does this work, huh? I leave the cap off and you just genie your way out?" Asks Dean.

       "I wish it were that easy. The thing—" Bobby flickers and vanishes.

       "Bobby?" Elena calls as Bobby reappears.

        "Damn it. It's hard to stay focused. I'm still kind of worn out." Bobby says.

       "You've been pretty busy for a dead guy." Says Dean.

       "All right. Listen. I-I don't know how long before my next ghost nap, so let's just skip to the skinny – those numbers I gave you." Bobby says.

       "The empty lot in Cheeseville?" Asks Dean.

       "Yeah, well, it ain't gonna be empty for long." Bobby says. "I got a gander at Dick's big plan, right before he Lincolned me. They're breaking ground – what month is this?"

      "Uh – uh, April." Elena says.

       Bobby sighs. "Ground's broke. They're building as we're yammering. Check it out yourself. It's all right. I mean, you guys missed it because you've been kind of busy..." He says as Sam opens the laptop. "...killing ghosts the past few days. But Dick is about to get into the Soylent Green business. That site'll show you they're building a biotech lab, right?"

       The laptop screen shows Geothrive's "Standard plans for an efficient slaughterhouse". "Biotech my ass. That sucker is a state-of-the-art slaughterhouse. And we're the beef." Bobby says.

       "Don't you think that's a little bold, even for Dick?" Dean asks.

       "I bet you no one will even notice cause first, he's gonna dumb us all down with Turducken-style munchies." Bobby says. "Make us docile. It's in the meat."

       "Yeah, we haven't been to Biggerson's since that whole fiasco." Dean says.

       "Biggerson's? He's bought a list of joints 10 pages long." Says Bobby.

       "Ah."

       "Next, he's gonna cure us." Says Bobby.

       "Cure us of what?" Asks Elena.

       "All the biggies – cancer, AIDS, heart disease. Let's just say they got an affinity for stem-cell research."

       "The, uh, Leviathan real-estate mooks building that cancer center." Dean says.

       "They're not hunting anymore. They're engineering the perfect herd." Says Bobby. "Now, we've gone up against plenty liked to eat a few folk in the woods. This ain't that. This is about knocking us off the top of the food chain. This is about them Levis living here forever, one-percenter style, while we march our dopey, fat asses down to the shiny new death camps at every corner."