Chasing The Void - Supernatural And Gravity Falls Fanfiction

Chapter 3

Dipper rolled his eyes grumpily as his great uncle approached the Marshalls. The man wore a fez and a tattered suit in front of federal agents - what kind of impression did he put on himself? Humiliation grew over him as one of the agents frowned at Stan's being. He sighed, watching with embarrassment as his Grunkle spoke with a disrespectful tone.

"Ah, new residents to the town. How much money ya got? Oh, and no refunds here."

Sam cleared his throat and frowned at the man's voice. In sync, he and his brother pulled out their ID's.

"Jimi Hendrix. This is my partner, John Bonham. Federal Marshalls. We need to ask you some questions and check out the area."

"John Bonham? Like the drummer? Ha! Your mother had interesting name choice!" The man chuckled sourly at the name, which only made the brothers frown. Dean stared at him, then proceeded after Sam with a more stern voice.

"Mr. Pines, you do realize that a murder took place near your property. This gives us evidence that you are a possible suspect." He kept his voice professional so that he could keep off his slightly obvious fake ID. Stan, careless of his remark, shrugged it off like the daredevil he was.

"Eh, as long as you don't take my money, you can lock me up in any prison." Mabel stared up at Stan with Waddles sitting beside her, feeling amused by his confidence. But her brother had a look of burning disappointment in his eyes as he watched Stan and the Marshalls talk.

"Sir, we're just going to take a quick look outside of your property." Sam explained briefly. With his hands in his pockets, Dean lead Sam behind the shack to investigate the scene. Dipper frowned with suspicion as he heard the faint mumbles of the Marshalls behind the shack. Why were they investigating behind the place? Nothing happened there, so why start there? Crossing his arms, he headed over to his sister and whispered quietly.

"Psst. I feel uncomfortable about them two."

"You feel uncomfortable about everything, Dipper." Stan unexpectedly remarked. Dipper slowly turned to him, staring up at him with frustration.

"Can you not invade my personal thoughts? Go watch your stupid TV or count your money or something!" Stan stared down at him, saying nothing for a moment. Then he shrugged.

"Alright, fine. I'll be a minute, but I'm coming back. I'm just gonna do something quickly." He started to walk off, saying one final thing before he left:

"Oh, and I'm not replacing that broken lawn-mower out of MY money." Dipper gritted his teeth with agitation at his grunkle's remark. His head whipped around back to Mabel, only to see her playing with her pig again. She laughed and played as if it was only her and her pig. He frowned furiously, whispering loudly with anger to his sister.

"Mabel! We can't just let two strange - sounding, so called 'Marshalls' snoop around our place! I think we should check out what they're doing." Instantly, Mabel dropped Waddles and stood up enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling.

"Okay!" She squeaked. Waddle's squealed with surprise, then stood up and waited for his owner's next movement. Dipper was surprised at his sister's sudden excitement, yet he nodded at her reply and turned towards the direction the Marshalls headed. He sighed, then lead Mable and Waddles in the path of the mysterious strangers.

Alright, let's see what these guys are really up to...