Maddison Winchester: Journal 7 {Supernatural} (Editing)

Plucky Pennywhistle's Magical Menagerie

I had been feeling a lot better, knowing that I had half a bottle left of blood at my disposal. My mood was lighter, and I just all around felt better. I was hoping the next time I was out, I would just have to contact Crowley like I did before, and I wouldn't have any issues.

We were waiting at a rest area parking lot, near a phone booth. Frank insisted that he was being tracked, so we needed to wait for his call at the nearest payphone and that he would find us. Sam was leaning up against the jeep reading a newspaper when the phone rang.

Dean hurried over to it and answered, "Hello?" He rolled his eyes and sighed, "'I am the Eggman.'" Sam and I smirked at each other. Dean shook his head, "Seriously, Frank, payphones? I mean, come on. I— I'm getting the clap off this thing just touching it." (...) "Fred Savage? Really?" (...) "Yeah, no, I know, big mouths are everywhere." (...) "Uh, well, since you asked, some actual intel on the Dick Roman guy would be nice." (...) "Fine. Alright. Yeah, good looking out," He hung up and then scowled at his hand as he walked over to us, "I hope he finds something quick. This whole protocol du jour thing's really creeping my cheese."

Sam sighed, "So, we got dick on, Dick?"

Dean hesitated, "That's a vivid way of putting it," He nodded, "You find anything on Wonder Woman?"

Sam shook his head, "No. And there probably won't be. They are definitely gone. But..." He held up the newspaper, "Might have found something over in Kansas."

Dean nodded, "Alright, well, let's do it. But, uh, a few simple rules, okay? No babies. In fact, no baby mamas. No bars. No booze... No hot chicks of any kind."

"Wait, wait, wait," Sam chuckled, "Did you just say—"

"Hey. You spawn a monster baby, see how quick you want to dive back in the pool," Dean said and got into his car.

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We went to the morgue to see the first vic. The doctor pulled back the sheet from a body of a middle-aged man. His body was covered in circular raised sores of various sizes. They honestly looked like they had been made by tentacles.

"Oh," Dean cringed, "Those are not the fun kind of hickeys."

"You're— You're saying an octopus did this?" Sam asked.

"Not just any octopus," The doctor picked up the clipboard, "Based on welt diameter, Enteroctopus dofleini."

"And for those of us who skipped the enteroctopus class?" Dean asked.

"Giant Pacific octopus," I said.

The doctor nodded and smiled, "That is... Exactly correct."

Sam and Dean furrowed their brows at me, and I shrugged back.

Dean turned his attention away from me, "How giant we talking, Doc?"

"Approximately thirty feet," The doctor said.

Sam laughed, "I mean, aren't... Giant octopi rare around here?"

The doctor nodded, "Yet here we are."

"Alright, so what happens?" Dean asked, "Guy comes home, cracks a beer, and gets... Suckered to death?"

"Obviously, this was some kind of freak fetish attack. Someone created those hickey marks, then bled the man out," The doctor turned the man's head to reveal a large bite mark in his neck.

Dean nodded, "Alright, thanks doc." The doctor nodded, and we walked out of the room down the hallway. He looked down at me, "How do you know such weird things? You know, it's like we've got a walking-talking encyclopedia over here," He gestured to Sam, "And we've got you, who apparently sponges every weird fact you've ever heard right up."