Point of Know Return

65. Live Undead

[Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid]

EXT. DINER - SIOUX FALLS, SOUTH DAKOTA - DAY

Sam, Dean and Natalia got out of the Impala.

Sam spoke on the phone. "Bobby, listen, when you get this message, call! Okay?"

Natalia left a message for Dylan. "Pick up your damn phone, dude! All right?"

Dean glanced at them. "Are they still not home? How far could he get in that chair?"

Natalia's brows furrowed. "Well, if Dylan's pushing his chair, maybe pretty far. He's pretty strong."

"Your cheeks are red. Is it too hot or is it because you're thinking about him?"

"I-it -- Shut up."

Sam smirked. "It's 'cause she's thinking about him."

Natalia quickly hid her face. "I hate you two so much."

Dean chuckled. "Nah, you love us, little sister." She started walking towards the diner. "Hey! Wait up, Nat."

INT. DINER

"So, what do we do?" Sam asked.

"Well... Guess we just do it ourselves," Dean replied.

They sat at a table opposite a man.

"Mr. Wells, why don't you tell us what you saw in your own words," Dean said.

"Call me Digger," Digger told them.

"Digger? Who gave you that name?"

"I did."

Natalia frowned. "You gave yourself a nickname? You can't do that."

"Who died and made you queen?"

"My ability to care about certain things."

Sam shot her a warning look to shut up before saying, "Okay. Uh, why don't you just tell us what you saw?"

"I saw Clay Thompson climb into Benny Sutton's trailer through the window," Digger replied. "Couple minutes later, Clay walked out, and Benny's dead."

"And, uh.." Dean held up a photo, "... Is this the guy you saw?"

Digger looked at the photo. "Well, he was all covered with mud, but, yeah. That's Clay."

"And are you aware that Clay Thompson died five years ago?" Sam questioned.

"Yep."

"And you're positive it was this guy," Natalia said.

"You calling me a liar?"

"No, no, no," Sam replied quickly. "Of course not. Look. Can you think of any reason why Clay Thompson, alive or dead, would want to kill Benny Sutton?"

"Hell, yeah. Well, five years ago, Benny's the one that killed Clay in the first place."

"Is that a fact?" Dean asked.

"Well, yeah, so-called "hunting accident." Now, if you ask me... Clay came back from the grave to get a little payback."

"Go on."

Sheriff Jody Mills entered the diner, talking on a cell phone. "Owen, put down the cupcake and pick up an apple... Okay? Okay. I love you."

"Heads up," Digger noted. ""Fargo.""

"Digger," Sheriff Mills said.

"Sheriff," Digger greeted.

"Gentlemen. Miss. I'm Sheriff Jody Mills. I don't believe we've had the pleasure."