World Away ➳Book 1 | TW&SPN

one down; one to go

omg I have one more week of GCSE'S (well this will be posted defo ages after and I've probably even gotten my results knowing me)
AND I CAN'T WAIT FOR 2 MONTHS TO DO A WHOLE LOAD OF NOTHING

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"Thanks a lot for that, Cass," Dean sharply, sarcastically said.

Moments before, they had their exchange with the shocking Banshee. She strode away from the car and straight up to the McCall home. Only a quick glance back before she hurried inside - barely opening the door wide enough before she slid through and disappeared.

Sam thought of how kind and passionate she looked. Knowing that it probably all came naturally, but then shattered as she was dragged into the supernatural (and Sam knew how life changing that could be). He truly wished they could have met under different circumstances, and in another realm.

"You are welcome, Dean," Castiel replied, "although, I am unsure as to what I have done."

"Uh-- oh God help me here, Sammy," Dean said. His palms were quick to his eyes, where he ferociously rubbed then. Squinting again when revealing them back to the light. "What do you think our next move is?"

"I honestly have no idea. I don't think we've had a case as deep as this before. We basically have all the reasoning and evidence against Liam, but something just feels... wrong, don't you think?" Sam shuffled his hands through a wad of paper he held in them; quickly scanning the words and numbers imprinted on the sheet, then onto the next. "I hacked into the Sheriff's Department's database, and, well first I got all the info they've gather for this case we're looking at," - he awkwardly hands the sheets to Dean, which he half's with Castiel - "but then I found all this about unsolved cases. They've got over seventy cases that have just been 'written-off'. But from autopsy's and more evidence, everything looks supernatural related."

"So..." Dean didn't seem the least bit bothered by Sam's findings.

"So, this shows there's so many more people involved with them than we thought. There's so much to this place than just any other town - they've got people on the inside covering up what we would come and cover up. Maybe Stiles was right; this place really is a beacon for the supernatural." During his epiphany, Sam had drawn out his mobile and swiftly dialled Bobby. Without even the first dialling tone to sound, Bobby's voice answered on the other line.

"Sam?" he questioned. "You finished up with them Werewolves in, er, what was it? Beacon Hills?"

"Well, Bobby, that's what I was calling about actually. Have you ever heard anything like someone dreaming about murdering someone, the murder actually happening, everything coming true from the dream, but it wasn't them?"

"Have you got evidence that it isn't them?"

"Erm, hold on a sec, Bobby," Sam replied. He frantically turned to Castiel and ripped the sheets from his Angelic hands. Castiel didn't put up much of a fight, he just rolled his eyes in irritation. "Erm, no," Sam spoke back into his device, "the only solid evidence proves that it is him, actually - apparently they found the guy's DNA all over the bodies."

"If you're so adamant that it isn't this guy that killed them, then, you idjits know what you got on your hands," the voice echoed from his phone, now loud enough for even Dean as a human could hear, and he finally pieced it together in that little mundane head of his.

"Demon." The word passed so fluently, yet disguised at it, from Dean's mouth. "How the hell didn't we think of that?" he said to no one in particular.

"Let me put you on speaker phone, Bobby." Sam ripped the gadget from his ear and held it parallel to the gound.

"But if what you're saying about the dreaming shit, then, sounds like some dark magic here. Not only that they've made him remember it, but hurting him the same too. Must be some kind of binding spell used. Get the kid on the phone and I'll try looking through this crap load of books and figure out what curse it is."