Lucifer's angel

chapter 19

" Check it out --I look like the king of pop." dean laughed softly.

sam, in response, sighed and shook his head.

"too soon?" dean chuckled

"Too soon." sam nodded.

"Don't get me wrong --I'm glad the CDC is here, but what we really need is vaccine." a doctor spoke to the two.

"You got that right." dean nodded.

" Well, tell me, have you noticed anything unusual about the strain --Any signs of behavioral change, like aggression, maybe?" sam questioned.

" Excuse me?" the doctor raised a brow.

"Have the flu victims shown any signs of, uh, homicidal tendencies?" dean elaborted

"uh...Symptomatically speaking, we're looking at a relatively mild case of swine flu here. Probably add up to a miserable week off of work, and that's about it." the doctor spoke, thinking the two were crazy.

" So nothing unusual." dean spoke, making sure.

"Hmm. Day and a half ago, we didn't have a single case. Now we're looking at over 70 -- The infectious equivalent of a briefcase bomb. So, yeah, I might call that a little unusual." the doctor nodded.

" Day and a half?" sam tilted his head.

" That's the same time Leia said those statues started crying." Dean shot back.

" Yep." sam nodded.

"I'm sorry. What was that?" the doctor spoke, backing up slightly.

"What was what?" dean tilted his head.

"Did you just say a bunch of statues started crying?" the doctor spoke, internally screaming.

"What? why, no. No. W-who would --" sam laughed.

" Who would say that, huh? Crazy people." dean continued.

" Exactly." sam smiled awkwardly.

" Yeah, which we are not." dean spoke with a smirk.

"No." sam shook his head.

"Just...Get us some vaccine." the doctor spoke, quickly turning away.

"Whew." dean laughed nervously.

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" Let me guess -- another steamin'-hot pile of swine flu." bobby spoke, as he was on speaker phone.

"Yep." dean said from behind the wheel, driving down a smooth road.

"Doesn't make any sense, Bobby. Pestilence touched down here. I'm sure of it." sam spoke from the passenger seat.

"But why is he dealing them soft serve like swine flu when he's got the croatoan virus up his sleeve? I-I-I don't get it." dean spoke, banging his fist against the steering wheel.

"Doesn't matter what the sick son of a bitch is doing. What matters is this is the fourth town he's hit --That we know of -- and we're still eating his dust.Did you get anything? We got even a snowball at probable next target?" bobby spoke, the sound of him rummaging around his house could be heard throughout the impala.

"Uh, no pattern we can see." sam spoke after a moment.

bobby sighed. "okay.Hold on. Well, far as I can tell, he's still heading East, So... Head East, I guess."