Reckless and Brave

LXXXIII. (83) Don't Stop Me Now (Part I)

[Changing Channels]

"Supernatural is filmed before a live studio audience."

Dean put a few items in the fridge, closed the door, and turned around. The crowd applauded. There was a sandwich on the table that was about a foot tall. "I'm gonna need a bigger mouth."

Holly's eyes opened and she saw the sandwich. "Oh, man. You're gonna need a bigger mouth."

Sam entered the room and Dean looked up. "Hey there, Sam. What's happening?"

"Oh, nothing. Um. Just the end of the world."

"Oh, fiddlesticks." Holly said with a laugh.

Sam noticed the sandwich. "You're gonna need a bigger mouth."

"That's what I said!"

Sam smiled before turning back to Dean. "Hey, uh, have you done your research yet?"

Dean's face took on a busted expression. "Oh, yeah. All kinds of research. All night."

Sam looked at him, impressed. "Yeah? Hm."

The bathroom door opened and a woman in a bikini walked out. "Oh, Dean..." Sam looked at her and Dean turned around, caught. "We have some more research to do."

Sam folded his arms while Holly sighed. "Dean..."

"Son of a bitch!" Dean cried.

Dean and Holly were sitting on the two beds watching a hospital show.

Sam looked up at his siblings. "What are you two watching? Holly, get your shoes off my bed."

Holly purposefully put her legs up, pressing her entire shoe to the bed as Dean said, "Hospital show. Dr. Sexy, MD. I think it's based on a book."

"When did you hit menopause? I mean, Holly I get, but you?"

"It's called channel surfing." He got up and turned off the TV.

Sam grabbed his suit jacket and tossed Holly hers. Dean looked between them. "You two ready?"

"Are you?" Sam asked, glaring at Holly.

Dean grabbed his keys and walked out.

In the station, the officer asked, "One more time, the FBI is here why, exactly?"

Dean shrugged. "Might have something to do with one of your locals getting his head ripped off."

"Bill Randolph died from a bear attack."

"How sure are you that it was a bear?" Sam questioned.

"What else would it be?"

Holly pursed her lips. "Well, whatever this thing was, it chased Mr. Randolph through the woods, smashed through his front door, followed him up the stairs, and killed him in his bedroom. Now, tell me, Officer. Does that sound like a bear to you?"

The officer shrugged. "Depends how pissed off it is, I guess. Look, the Randolphs live way up in high country. You got trout runs to make a grown man weep. And bears."

Sam nodded at his words. "Right. Now, what about Mrs. Randolph? The file says she saw the whole thing."

"Yes, she did. My heart goes out to that poor woman."

"She said bear." Dean repeated.

"Kathy Randolph went through a hell of a trauma. She's confused."

"What did she say?" Sam asked.

The boys sat at a table in the interview room while Holly stood behind her brothers. Kathy Randolph was sitting across from the boys. She shook her head. "No, it must have been a bear. What else could it have been?"