Winchester

CHAPTER EIGHT

Since I have been staying here with my dad and uncle, they have informed me on what I have missed since I have been in Beacon Hills. Apparently Sam is going through a thing called 'the trials' to close the gates of hell forever.

At the moment, Dean is currently going through some boxes that he found in the bunker.

"What the hell is this?" I heard him mutter, looking at a glass case. He sighed and read the contents of the box. "Spear of Destiny?" He made a face as he looked down at it. I walked over towards him to see what he was talking about. "What is this -- God's toothpick?" He set the thing aside as he continues to look at the boxes. "You know, would it have killed these asshats to label these boxes in something other than hieroglyphics?" He shook his head. "It's ridiculous." I nodded in agreement. I picked up a small box, opened it and lifted out the object and turned it over in my hands. It looked like some sort of key. "Hey. You listening to me?" He shouted to Sam who was on his laptop.

"Yeah. It's, uh..." Sam cleared his throat. "Fascinating stuff." I turned to face Dean who opened another but smaller box, looks like a Faberge egg. "You should probably, uh, write it all down in your journal for the archives, you know?" He cleared his throat again.

"Yeah, thanks. You're a lot of help." Dean takes the ornate red and gold egg out of the box, opens it and sniffs it. Sam coughed again which made me turn towards him, worried.

"Hey, Doc Holliday, you all right over there?" I asked, jokingly but was really worried.

"Uh, yeah." Sam coughed into a napkin. "Um..." He cleared his throat. "I'm fine." Sam threw his napkin into the trashcan. "Just, uh, wrong pipe." Sam took a drink from his glass, gives another cough as I turned to face Dean again.

Dean pulled out a folder that contains an old magazine titled "Voluptuous ASIAN LOVELIES." He chuckled at the picture of the Asian woman on the cover holding a paper parasol. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Well, hello." Dean flips through the old porn magazine. "These Men of Letters weren't so boring after all. Konnichiwa." Dean told both Sam and I. I rolled my eyes again and sat down at the table by Sam. "Hey, check this out." Dean walks down into the control room holding the magazine for Sam and I to see.

"Dude, what is wrong with you?" I asked him, leaning back in my seat.

"What's wrong with me?" He repeated my question as he looked between Sam and I with disbelieving eyes. "You kidding me?" He asked us. "This is a first edition, dude. You know what this would go for on eBay?" He asked us as I shook my head.

"No. Why? Do you?" Sam asked his brother.

"No." I looked up at my dad with a disbelieving look. "Maybe." I narrowed my eyes at him. "Shut up," He told me which made me chuckle. "You find anything?" He asked Sam. Dean sits sideways at the map table, flipping through the asian porn book.

"I did, yeah -- uh, dead bodies showing up all over the Midwest last week. Benton, Indiana; Downers Grove, Illinois; uh, Novi, Michigan; and then again last night in Lincoln Springs, Missouri." Sam explained to us, gaining my full and complete attention.

"And how is this us?" Dean asked him.

"Because each of the victims had severe burns around their eyes, hands, and feet, puncture wounds through the backs of their hands, eyes and internal organs liquefied," Sam told him and you could see Dean's train of thought rolling.