SuperPotter

Chapter 19 Provenance

Sam and Hermione were sitting at a table strewn with papers. Dean was talking to a young woman at the bar, Hermione looks up from the papers towards Dean and sees that she's giving her phone number. Sam gestures to Dean to come over, but he gives him a wait gesture as he laughs at something the woman whispers. Sam gestures again and Dean's smile drops. He says something to the woman and approaches Sam and Hermione, holding two beers and a coke.

'All right, I think we got something,' Sam tells Dean, Dean glances back at the bar.

'Oh yeah, me too. I think we need to take a little shore leave, just a little bit. What do you think, huh? I'm so in the door with this one,'

'So what are we today Dean? I mean, are we rock stars, are we army rangers?' Dean grins, Hermione rolls her eyes and takes a sip of her drink.

'Reality TV scouts, looking for people with special skills. I mean hey, it's not that far off right? By the way, she's got a friend over there. Possibly hook you up. What do you think?'

'Dean, no thanks, I can get my own dates,'

'Yeah you can but you don't, like our little witch here,'

'What is that supposed to mean?' Sam asks, Hermione raises her eyebrow.

'Nothing. What you got?'

'Mark and Ann Telesca of New Paltz, New York were both found dead in their own home, a few days ago. Throats were slit. There were no prints, no murders weapons, all...' Dean didn't listen he was distracted, continuing to check out the woman in the bar. Hermione slaps Dean on his head. 'Dean!...No prints, no murder weapons, all doors and window locked from the inside,' Dean takes a sip from his beer.

'Could just be a garden variety murder you know, not our department,'

'No. Dad says different,'

'What do you mean?' Sam points at a map that was lying on the table.

'Dad noted three murders in the same area of upstate New York. The first one here in 1912, the second one right here in 1945, and the third in 1970, the same M.O. as the Telescas. Their throats were slit, doors were locked from the inside. Now, so much time had passed between murders that nobody checked the pattern, except Dad. He kept his eyes peeled for another one,'

'And now we got one. All right, I'm with ya. It's worth checking out. We can't pick this up till first thing though right?'

'Yeah,' Dean gets up and heads back to the bar.

'Good,'

'Dean...' Hermione rolls her eyes.

'Ladies...did you miss me?'

'Well yeah,' the girl named Brandy answers.

'I'm just kidding. Listen, I talked to my producers, and it is looking good,'

'Great. Cool,' Sam sniggers, while Hermione shakes her head.

The next morning Dean was sleeping in the passenger seat of the Impala with his sunglasses on. Sam and Hermione walk around the car, they lean in and Sam honks the horn. Dean jumps afoot. Sam sits in the driver's seat, while Hermione sits behind him both of them are laughing. Dean adjusts his sunglasses.

'Man, this is so not cool,' Dean mumbles.

'We just swept the Telescas with EMF. It's clean. And last night, while you were...well...out...'

'Good times,'

'I checked the history of the house. Nothing strange about the Telescas,'

'All right, so if it's not the people and it's not the house, then maybe it's the contents. Cursed object or something,'