Book 2
It's been a year since The Judgment Day.
A lot has changed since then.
Sam's trapped in the cage with Lucifer and Michael and nothing's been the same since that day.
And of course, a lot has changed between Dean and Elena.
Are they gonna...
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I was sitting in the living room talking to Olivia. There were four random people in this town that had killed themselves.
Olivia " I don't understand. Why would a federal investigator be interested in a suicide? "
Me " Well, um... it's a new, more caring administration. "
Olivia " Well, I already told the cops. Jane was having a really bad day, so I-I did what any sister would do. I... tried to cheer her up, you know? Told her to hang in there. "
She played with a stray of her hair. She was lying.
Me "Miss, you should know better than to lie to an Agent"
Her eyes widened " What?! "
Me "Tell me what you did to your sister. "
Then she sobbed out "Okay. You're right. I was lying. I wanted to tell her, "I love you. I'm here for you." Oh, but what came out was... "You're a burden. Just kill yourself." Who says that?! I-I-I just couldn't stop!"
I sighed "Thank you"
She nodded.
At the Dentist's office .
There was another homicide.
I looked around the office. Everywhere was blood.
It looks like some people get curse by telling the truth. I'm mean you ask them and they puke it all out.
I looked around and saw a saxophone on the credenza.
I picked something up from the desk.
I read "Harry's House of Horns"
Wait, i know that name. That name was on the calender of Jane Patterson at her house.
At Harry's house of horns.
I showed Harry photos of Jane and Paul.
Harry " Jane and Dr. Conley. I heard. Awful. What do I have to do with it?"
Me " Honestly? You're the only thing they have in common. Did they say anything to you before they, uh...? "
Harry shook his head "Sorry. Not really. "
I nodded "Right. Ah, I was just fishing. Thanks. "
Harry "Hey, by the way, how 'bout my horn? "
I looked at him confused " Sorry? "
Harry " Stolen horn? "
I nodded "ah yeah, we -- we're working on it."
Harry " Well, I hope so. Thing's one-in-a-billion. "
