~Third Person's P.O.V~
Dean puts some things in a fridge, close the door and turns around. Applause sounds throughout the room and there is a sandwich on the table, about a foot tall.
"I'm gonna need a bigger mouth." Dean states and laughter fills the room again. Sam enters the room with more applause. "Hey there, Sam. What's happening?"
"Oh, nothing. Um. Just the end of the world." Laughter errupts around the room as he says that. "You're gonna need a bigger mouth." Sam says after he spots the sandwich. "Hey, uh, have you done your research yet?" Dean has a busted' face on while the crowd laughs.
"Oh, yeah. All kinds of research. All night."
"Yeah? Hm." Sam says suspiciously. The bathroom door opens and a woman in a bikini comes out; wolf whistles from the crowd ensure.
"Oh, Dean..." The woman trails off. Sam looks at her while Dean turns around, caught red handed.
"We have some more research to do." Sam folds his arms in annoyance.
"Dean..." Sam trails off and the audience laugh.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean exclaims while the crowd laugh again.
~Two days ago; Casperia's P.O.V~
I play on my new DS as Dean watches Dr. Sexy, MD...Honest, Why? "What are you watching?" Sam asks.
"Hospital show. Dr. Sexy, MD. I think it's based on a book." Dean replies. I think he likes it a lot more than he lets on.
"When did you hit menopause?" I chuckle at Sam's question while getting my shoes on.
"It's called channel surfing." Dean states before turning the TV off. Sam grabs his suit jacket off the other bed and puts it on.
"You two ready?"
"Yeah." I reply while Sam asks, "Are you?" Dean grabs his keys and we follow him out.
"One more time, the FBI is here why, exactly?" The officer asks. Dad taught me how to be invisible which is really useful.
"Might have something to do with one of your locals getting his head rpped off." Dean replies steadily.
"Bill Randolph died from a bear attack." The officer states.
"How sure are you that it was a bear?" Sam asks.
"What else would it be?" The officer asks.
"Well, whatever it was it chased Mr. Randolph through the woods, smashed through his front door following him up the stairs, and killed him in his bedroom. Is that common, a bear doing all that?" I snort. Not likely.
"Depends how pissed off it is, I guess. Look, the Randolphs live way up in high country. You got trout runs to make a grown man weep. And bears." The officer says.
"Right. Now, what about Mrs. Randolph? The file says she saw the whole thing."
"Yes, she did. My heart goes out to that poor woman."
"She said bear." Dean says.
"Kathy Randolph went through a hell of a trauma. She's confused." The officer, unsuccessfully, tries to explain.
"What did she say?" Sam asks.
"Ask her yourself" Sam and Dean share looks.
"Can we please speak to her?" Dean asks.
"Sure. Just in there." He points to a room before walking off. Here goes nothing.
"No, it must have been a bear." Kathy insists. "I mean, why else could it have been?"
