Being Alive ( D.W)

OH MY GOD

A few weeks later. 

I walked over to Dean who was ironing his white shirt. He poured beer on it before ironing over it and taking a sip of the bottle. 

Me "you okay?"

Dena nodded "yes. "

Sam walked in "Oh, perfect. We're gonna need our suits."

Dean "Tell me you got something on Amara."

Sam showed us his IPad " Uh, it's a long shot, but the clock's ticking, right? Whatever Amara's doing to Lucifer."

Dean " Yeah. Beating on Cass in the meantime."

Sam "Yeah. Uh, Hope Springs, Idaho. A guy named Wes Cooper killed himself after killing a co-worker. According to the reports, though, nobody knows why. Apparently he was a perfectly happy guy, and then... snap."

DEAN " So, what? Possession?"

SAM " Or he was soulless."

Dean " It ain't much, but given what we got, I'll take it."

Sam nodded "Yeah."

Dean gave Sam his shirt back "There you go. "

Then he walked away. 

Sam nodded " Thanks."

Me "sniff it"

He sniffed on it and then said annoyed " Dude, quit ironing my shirts with beer!!"

Hope Springs, Police Station. Idaho. 

Mac " Appreciate the FBI taking an interest in this case. We don't really see things like this around here."

Harris " Hey, you mind if I knock off, Sheriff?"

Mac "Let me guess— Art's back? Newlyweds."

Dean chuckled. 

Mac "You can go home after you show Agent Greer the M.E. files."

Harris nodded  "Thank you, sir".

Sam " Thanks. "

Then he walked away with Jan. 

Dean "What do you have on Wes Cooper?"

Mac " I talked to his friends, family. Nobody can make heads or tails on why he did this. We have a witness who overheard Wes before he took his own life. He was saying things that sounded out of character."

Dean " Yeah? How so?"

Mac nodded " Wes said that his life was meaningless, nobody loved him. It was like every negative thought he had ever had came spilling out. "

Deputy Harris' house. house. 

Turned out Harris is dead. Wow.