Angel Millie Winchester, eldest of the Winchester clan, had to grow up exceptionally early at the age of 6 to help care for her brothers (4 year old Dean and 6 month old Sam) after their mother was murdered by a Yellow Eyed Demon. She's blossomed...
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Previously skipped: Provenance...
In a cafe...
Dean flipped through a newspaper as Sam sat on his laptop and Angel fiddled with her phone. She was debating whether or not to call Asa. He wasn't exactly happy she kicked him off the case a few weeks ago, so they haven't talked, but it's not like she really had a choice. She had already lost so many people she cared about because of this thing, she was scared Asa was going to be next.
Dean looked up at her, "Just call him."
"I didn't realize I needed permission."
"Well I'm tired of seeing you stare at the thing." He said, folding the paper and sighing, "We dont got a decent lead in all of Nebraska."
Angel turned, "Anything Sammy?"
"Well, I've been scanning Wyoming, Colorado, South Dakota. Here." He shrugged, "A woman in Iowa fell 10,000 feet from an airplane and survived."
Dean shook his head, "Sounds more like 'That's Incredible' than, uh, 'Twilight Zone'."
Angel shrugged, "Maybe if she... floated in mid air before landing gracefully on her feet or something like that."
"Yeah."
Dean smirked, "Hey you know we could just keep heading east. New York. Upstate. We could drop by and see Sarah again, huh?" Sam's eyes lifted at the mention of the girl from their previous case, making Angel grin, Dean whistled, "Cool chick man, smokin'."
Angel smirked as she took a sip of her coffee, "She was pretty hot, Sammy." At their curious eye she shrugged, "What? I can appreciate the female body."
Dean shrugged, continuing, "You two seemed pretty friendly. What do you say?"
"Yeah, I dunno, maybe someday. But in the meantime we got a lot of work to do. You guys know that."
"Yeah, alright." Dean frowned, "What else you got?"
"Ah, man in Colorado... Local man named Daniel Elkins was found mauled in his home."
"Elkins?" Dean repeated as Angel frowned at that information, "I know that name."
Sam shook his head, "Doesn't ring a bell."
"He was an old hunting buddy of Dads." Angel filled in taking out their Dads journal, "They had a falling out when you two were still too small to hunt. Nice guy. Here." She hands the journal off to them, "'D Elkins 970-555-0158', Daniel Elkins. If it's the same guy."
