Winchesters and the Seven: Greek Gods (completed)

Chapter 5

//Winchester Brothers//

Dean grips the steering wheel tightly on their way home, his knuckles whitening. "I don't like this Sammy."

"We'll just watch them and if they get into trouble, we will take care of it," Sam replies, "they're just teenagers Dean."

"Still, they are powerful."

"We'll be fine."

Dean turns the Impala into the minuscule parking lot of the motel, barely enough room to turn around the car when they needed to. Sam catches the keys as Dean tosses them and grabs his gun out of the trunk. After getting inside, they both fall face-first onto their musty-smelling beds, a cloud of dust jumps out from each mattress and Dean makes a face.

"Tomorrow I want to go back to that site where we fought. I feel like there might be more to it than we saw." Sam says, studying the splintering cracks in the ceiling.

"Alright, goodnight Sam."

"Night."

***

"Rise and shine Sammy!" Dean yells as he flings the door open. "We have ourselves a dead body!"

Sam groans and sits up, and Dean tosses a burger in his direction. He looks down as it lands in his lap and rubs his eyes.

"Why are you happy?"

"I'm really not, but it means leads which means solving the case." Dean says. "Get your clothes on, you're going to the morgue to look at the body and I'm going to go speak to the grieving family members."

"Sounds great."

"After you're done, I want you to head back over to the place where we fought, like you mentioned last night. I think we need to look more into what happened and where the ghouls came from." Dean replies.

"Yep, I'll be ready in a minute."

"Alright, see ya later Sammy."

//Sam//

"Bye." Sam says and watches the door click shut behind his brother. The Impala's engine turns over outside and Dean is motoring away. Sam is slow getting up, and take as his time in the shower and getting his suit on.

Sam finishes with his tie, pulling it up to hug his neck. With the note book full of his notes tucked under his arm, Sam flings open the door and steps out into a breezy day. Across the street and to the left was the police station, and a couple cops walk out talking animatedly with their coffee cups in there hands. Once inside the door, Sam rests his arms on the counter and leans forward to look for someone to talk to.

"Oh! Sorry, can I help you?" A little lady says, walking over and settling in her receptionist chair.

Sam flashes his FBI badge and tucks it away, "I'm here to see the body brought in this morning."

"Alright, go ahead and head down honey." She says, gesturing to the elevator to the left of Sam.

Sam steps into the elevator, and silently nods his head to the elevator music as the doors slide smoothly shut. Downstairs, the morgue door opens and a gust of antiseptic-smelling air blows over him. The pathologist leaning over his desk looks up as he walks in. "Are you here to see the recent guest?"

Sam laughs, "yes, I am Doctor."

"Over this way." The doctor says and walks over to get big doors on one side of the wall. Opening the door and pulling out the tray, he folds back over the plastic over the mans' face.