Maddison Winchester: Journal 7 {Supernatural} (Editing)

Party On, Garth

I had been feeling like crap. I was trying really hard to spread out what Crowley gave me to "wean" myself off of blood like Meg said, but I was just feeling terrible.

Sam was driving when Dean got a call from Meg.

"Alright, well, call us if he wakes up or, you know, anything," (...) "Yeah, fine. Thanks for your help, Meg," Dean shook his head and hung up, "What a bitch."

"So, Cass is the same, then?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded, "Yeah, down to the drool."

"Huh," Sam nodded.

"By the way, how is your custard?" Dean asked.

"It's alright. It's getting better," Sam said, "Just wish it wasn't like the damn tape from 'The Ring.' I mean, I feel like I'm okay 'cause I passed on the crazy."

Dean shook his head, "No, you didn't. You heard what Cass said."

Sam sighed and shook his head, "Let's— Let's not. You know—"

Ring! Ring!

Dean answered his phone, "Hello." (...) "Wait. Who—Who is this?" (...) "Oh, yeah. Yeah, how you doing, Garth?"

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We met Garth in a morgue office at Junction City, Kansas. The coroner led us into the back, where Garth was standing next to a dead body in a military uniform.

"Well, this is it..." The coroner gestured to Garth, "This is Corporal Brown."

Garth smiled at us, "Corporal James Brown. I'm shipping off to the AF mañana. I'm here to pay respects to my cousin as I will not be able to attend the funeral."

The coroner nodded, "That must be terrible for your family. Losing two brothers so fast."

The three of us looked at Garth, not knowing our two victims were even related.

Garth nodded, "Yeah. Yeah. My aunt... She's, uh— She's real broken up about it."

"Hey, Doc, can we see both files, please?" Sam asked.

"Mm-hmm," The coroner nodded and walked over to the other side of the room, grabbed some files, and then brought them back to Sam.

Ring! Ring!

The coroner grabbed his phone and held it up to us, "Ah. My wife. I'll, uh, be in my office." He nodded and then walked away.

Dean nodded, "Great."

Sam turned to Garth once the coroner was gone, "You didn't say they were brothers."

Garth shrugged, "Dude, I just found out about the other corpse, and... Started moving quick. I'm sucking up info as I go."

Dean gestured to Garth's outfit, "What, are you allergic to a suit?"

Garth shook his head, "No. I just... Look good in a uniform.

Sam flipped through the file, "Yep. Same cause of death," He walked over to the computer.

Garth nodded, "Right, uh, gutted at night in the woods, where legend says that the ghost of Jenny Greentree roams." Dean pulled out an EMF reader and scanned the body. "Oh, uh, I already scanned for EM—" The meter started to whirr, "F," Garth looked shocked, "Oh. Um... I guess mine must be broken again."

"Alright," Dean tucked the meter away, "I'm reading your mail. Uh, ghost of Jenny... Whatever?"

"Greentree," Garth shook his head, "That's just it. I torched her bones."