Mirrors [Supernatural]

Panama

"So you two know these people?" Dean asked as he stuffed his face with cherry pie.

"They're family friends. We're here as a favor," Diane explained for the third time, digging into her own slice of pie, apple this time.

"Okay, so then at least tell me you've tried to convince them to just move out already," He deadpanned, and she had to admit he had a point.

"He won't listen to us. Or anyone, for that matter. That house was very important to them, and now Robert, the husband, is refusing to leave until he gets some answers on his wife's 'accidental' death," Sav sighed.

"Rich people, man. Thanks for reminding me why I hate them," Dean said dismissively, and Diane saw her sister tense. He gave her a 'no comments' look and nodded, agreeing with Dean.

"So, this is what we know so far: they were a family of three, the wife, the husband and a little boy," Sam started, looking at her and waiting for confirmation. Diane nodded, and he continued. "The wife was killed two days ago in a suspicious accident in which the house phone's wire wrapped around her neck and strangled her to death. The husband and the kid saw it happen, and as they swore they couldn't do anything to help her, almost as if there'd been something pulling on the wire. The authorities dismissed it as temporary insanity due to trauma and advised them to move and put the house in the market, but the father refused and went back there as soon as the crime scene was cleared. The couple had reported strange things happening in their home a while back, like broken dishes and problems with the electricity, but those were dismissed as accidents as well."

"Bullshit. That's a damn ghost if we've ever heard of one," Dean huffed, rolling his eyes.

"Obviously. But it's not a typical one, because apparently they never saw it, not even once."

"Sam's right. Robert told us it was as if things were floating around before crashing. They never caught it on camera or in person," Sav confirmed.

"So we're not talking good old bloody, screaming apparition then," Diane sighed, already aggravated. She didn't like complicated shit. Her favorite things to hunt back then (and it seemed like ages ago) had been the solid sort: demons, werewolves, vampires, even rugarus, and those fuckers were nasty. Anything corporeal and with a clear lead on how to kill them would do, really.

"I feel you," Dean nodded solemnly, and that almost made her smile.

"Why don't we start by visiting the husband? He knows you guys, so he'll probably feel more inclined to talk to us if we show up," Sam proposed.

"Sure, yeah. Guess we gotta start somewhere," She swallowed the last of her pie and stood up, Sav right behind her. Sam and Dean got up as well, the latter taking his unfinished pie with him.

The four of them gathered in the parking lot.

"So, should we follow you there?" Dean asked, shaking his car keys.

"Wait. We need a story to explain why you two are coming too," Diane reminded them.

"I guess we could be friends? Maybe coworkers?" Sam hesitated.

"He thinks we're supernatural oriented PI's, so I guess we could go with coworkers."

"Cool. Let's go then," Dean turned, walking away and getting into the driver's seat of his car, his brother following soon after.

Diane and Savanah did the same, but stopped in their tracks when Dean cursed.

"Baby's nearly out of gas. Can you two wait here for a minute while we find a gas station?"

"Oh, that's okay, you could just ride with us!" Sav offered, eager to help.

"Nah that's okay, I'm sure we can't be that far from the gas station anyways," Dean waved his hand in the air in a 'doesn't matter' motion, but Sam's annoyed face showed that he didn't want to spend any extra time driving around in the hellish heat if possible.