Demigoddess ~ Dean Winchester's daughter

The Curious Case of Dean Winchester (Part 1)

"You expect me to believe you're CDC?" The coroner looked at Sam and Dean's badges skeptically.

"Excuse me?" Sam questioned.

"It's just that you're a day early. First time in history I haven't sat on my ass waiting for you people." The coroner sassed.

"New administration. A change you can believe in." Dean smiled.

"Right." The coroner led the brothers over to the drawers of bodies, pulling out the one they came to see. "Meet Xavier. Date of birth-- April third, 1984. I know. I ran the DNA twice. That's definitely him."

"Well, he wasn't big on the sunscreen huh?" Dean joked.

"So, what's your theory?" Sam asked.

"All I know is, decedent's male, twenty-five years old, and he died of old age." The coroner answered before walking away.

Sam and Dean walked out of the morgue where Maia stood waiting. "Was it nasty?" The blonde smiled and scrunched up her nose.

"It was just a corpse." Sam chuckled at the girl. Maia had been slowly coming out of her shell recently and she has proven time and time again to be a mini Dean. It amused Sam but kind of freaked Dean out.

"You were right about this one. It's definitely a job." Dean spoke to the person on the other end of his phone.

"He talking to Bobby?" Maia asked Sam.

"Yeah," Sam answered.

"Just the one body... Couple missing persons, but usual for a town this size... You think they're connected?... You got it. And, by the way, how you doing?... Yeah. you know, just in general?" Dean listened for a few seconds then pulled the phone away from his ear when Bobby hung up on him.

* * *

Sam, Dean, and Maia sat in the living room belonging to one of the missing people's wife, Mrs. Whitlow.

"That's the most recent," Mrs. Whitlow informed the trio as the studied a picture of the missing person, Mr (). He had to be around eighty years old with silver hair, wrinkly skin and an old tattoo on his forearm.

"How long has he been missing? Sam asked.

"oh, I knew right away when he didn't come home Tuesday night," Mrs. Whitlow answered

"Is there someplace he likes to go after work, maybe? A favorite bar?" Dean questioned.

"No," Mrs. Whitlow laughed at the idea. "Tuesdays, he always works a bit late, but he always comes straight home."

Dean nodded, "May I use your facilities, ma'am?"

Mrs. Whitlow smiled and gave Dean directions but instead, Dean looked for Mr. Whitlow's office. Once he found it, the Winchester searched through the missing man's things until he found a  receipt from a brothel. "'Working late' my ass." 

* * *

"Well, at least he's consistent. Same room every Tuesday, hourly rates." Sam walked down the hallway to the room Mr. __ frequented alongside Dean.

"Hope I got that kind of kick when I'm his age." Dean joked.

"Yeah, like either of us will live that long." Sam scoffed.

"True."

"So... What do you think's in there?"

"A wrinkly, gooey corpse."

Sam and Dean stepped up to the door, ready to pick the lock when they heard screaming from inside. Sharing a look, the two brothers kicked the door open prepared to fight.