[Family Remains]
(Hello again. Been a hot minute.
Gonna start writing episode titles to make things a tad easier.)
INT. CAR - NIGHT
Sam woke from sleeping in the backseat of the car. Dean and Haven were studying some papers.
"What are you two doing?" Sam asked.
"What's it look like we're doing?" Dean shot back.
"Like you two are looking for a job."
"Yahtzee," Dean replied.
Sam sat up. "We just finished a job like two hours ago. Haven looks exhausted."
Haven nodded. "Constantly seeing the future will do that to a girl."
Dean smiled at her briefly before saying, "Adrenaline's still pumping, I guess. So, what do you two think... Cedar Rapids, Tulsa, pr Chi-Town?"
"Nebraska," Haven stated.
"Why Nebraska?"
"Trust me."
Sam looked between them before saying, "I am all for working. I really am. And I think Haven is, too. But you got us chasing cases nonstop for like a month now. We need sleep."
"Yeah, we can sleep when we're dead," Dean said.
"You're exhausted, Dean."
"I'm good."
Haven looked at him and shook her head. "No, you really aren't. You're running on fumes, and you can't run forever."
Dean looked between them. "And what am I running from?"
"From what you told us," Sam replied. "Or are we pretending that never happened?"
"Stratton, Nebraska. Farm town. A man gets hacked to death in a locked room inside a locked house. No signs of forced entry."
Haven smirked lightly. "Told you. It sounds like a ghost."
"Yes, it does."
Sam sighed and flopped back down. Haven curled up in her seat and closed her eyes.
EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY
As the Impala drove into the house road, there was a SOLD sign hidden in the grass.
INT. FARM - DAY
INT. HOUSE - DAY
"Boy, three bedrooms, two baths, and one homicide," Dean said. "This place is gonna sell like hotcakes."
They entered the kitchen and opened cabinets. Dean spotted something on an empty piece of wall and said, "Hey, check this out." He knocked on the wall to find it hollow. "Huh."
"It's probably a dumbwaiter," Sam guessed. "All these old houses had them."
"Know-it-all."
"What?"
"You said..."
"What?"
"Never mind."
They entered a bedroom.
After looking around, Dean said, "Well, no bloodstains, fresh coat of paint; it's a bunch of bupkis."
"Needle's all over the place," Sam noted.
"Yeah - power lines."
"Great," Sam and Haven muttered.
They looked in the closet and saw a doll head on the floor. Haven let out a scream before frowning at the doll.
YOU ARE READING
The Curse of Sight
Mystery / Thriller"You're going to die unless you stop what's coming." Haven Jones, a woman of mystery, has an unnatural ability. She is able to see the future. Can she persuade the Winchesters in agreeing with the angels and to stop the apocalypse? Or will a fight...
