The Possessed // A Supernatural Fan-Fic

Chapter 4

Sam and Dean had burried themselves in the library since leaving the appartment complex. Dean was feeling uneasy about what they'd heard earlier that day. They were flicking through the history of the victims in Chicago, four total now, and there wasn't any visible connection at the moment. Everything seemed so cloudy, so unclear. It was starting to aggrivate the brothers. 

"Ugh. There's nothing here," Dean growled, flopping down another file.

"You're being really impatient," Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Maybe you should just give it a rest."

"And leave you to do all this," Dean gestured to the mountian of papers on the table in front of them, "hell no."

"Dean, you've been going crazy lately. I'm not too sure you're going to be as helpful as you think you are right now. What's going on with you?" 

Dean sighed. It was true, he'd seemingly moved on after loosing Shane, but for some reason, the more he looked into this job, the more the pain of Shane being gone stung. 

"I don't know, Sam," Dean put his head in his hands, "I've just been feeling off lately. Think I'm just tired."

"Go."

Dean looked at his brother. "Huh?"

"Go get a drink or something and go back to the motel. I'm going to go check back with the tennant who found the body and see if they'll talk. I'll let you know what I find." 

Dean sighed and nodded. "Alright. Just, keep me posted."

"Will do." 

Dean stood up, and walked out of the library. He walked out to the impala, opened the door and glanced around the street. He paused when he noticed someone looking at him. He couldn't get a good look at the person's face, but he knew it was a blonde woman. He began trying to make out a face, but when he blinked, the person disappeared. "Freaky," Dean shuttered. 

Dean climbed into the impala and closed the door. He started the engine and headed for the nearest bar.

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Sam walked up to the door for appartment 724. He knocked, listening for any signs of life. There was a brief shuffling of feet and the door opened, a chain lock only allowing a slight crack to appear.

"Who're you?" A woman's voice called. 

"Hi, Miss. My name's Agent Lopez. I'm with the FBI. We're here investigating the murder of the man across the hall."

"The police said it was a suicide," she answered terrifiedly. 

"Yeah, I understand. But, we're just making sure."

"You don't believe it was a suicide, do you?"

Sam shook his head. "No ma'am I don't."

The door shut briefly. There was a click of a lock, and the door reopened.

"Neither do I."

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