Your Destiny Awaits 2

A Supernatural Christmas

"My daughter and I were in our beds," A blonde woman in her mid-thirties, explained to Dean and I. "Mike was downstairs, decorating the tree, I heard a thump, on the roof, then I heard Mike scream, and now I'm talking to the FBI."

"And you didn't see any of it?" Dean .asked her. 

"No, he was- he was just gone.

"The doors were locked and there was no sign of forced entry?" He asked.

"That's right."

"Does anyone else have a key?"

"My parents."

"Where do they live?"

"Florida."

I quickly wrote everything down as I heard Sam walk out the open house door. "Thanks for letting me have a look around, Mrs. Walsh. I think we, uh, got just about everything that we need. We're all set," Sam told her as he stood between Dean and I. 

"We'll be in touch," Dean told her before we started to walk off.

"Agents," She called to us, "The police said that my husband might have been kidnapped."

"Could be," Dean replied.

"Then why haven't the kidnappers called. Or, or, demanded a ransom? It's three days till Christmas, what am I supposed to tell our daughter?"

"We're very sorry," I told her, not really having and answer for her.

The woman looked heartbroken and her pale blue/grey eyes filled with tears as we walked back to the Impala.

"Find anything?" Dean asked Sam.

"Stocking, mistletoe, this," Sam replied as he put something in Dean's hand.

"A tooth?"

"Where was that?" I asked, trying to stifle a yawn.

"In the chimney."

"The chimney? No way a man fits p the chimney, it's to narrow," Dean exclaimed.

"Nobody fits up in one piece."

"Alright, so if dad went up the chimney," I started.

"We need to figure out what dragged him up there," Sam finished.

Dean drove us back to the motel, and Sam and I got out our laptops to do research while Dean went out on a food run. 

"What are we even looking for?" I asked as I stared at the search engine website. "Evil Santa?"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

Thirty minutes passed before Dean came back, and all I had was pictures of the anti-clause eating children.

"So was I right?" Dean asked as he threw a bottle of iced coffee at me. "Was it the serial killer chimney sweep?"

"Yeah," Sam replied. "Well actually it's Dick Van Dike."

"Who?" Dean and I asked. 

"Mary Poppins?" Sam clued in.

"Who's that?" Dean asked.

"Oh come on," Sam rolled his eyes. "Never mind.

"Well it turns out that Walsh was the second guy out of town to get grabbed out of his house this month," Dean informed us.

"Oh yeah?" Sam asked.

"Yeah."

"Did the other guy get dragged up his chimney too?" I asked.