Angel Millie Winchester, eldest of the Winchester clan, had to grow up exceptionally early at the age of 6 to help care for her brothers (4 year old Dean and 6 month old Sam) after their mother was murdered by a Yellow Eyed Demon. She's blossomed...
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Previously skipped: Hook Man...
Outside of an Oklahoma bar...
Sam sat on top of the impala hood as he read a newspaper about a local death related to accelerated mad cow disease. Angel was a few feet in front of him pretending to flirt with a biker as she pocketed his wallet. A minute later, Dean walked outside laughing and waving a wad of cash in the air.
Sam shook his head as Dean came over, "You know, we could get day jobs once in a while."
"Hunting's our day job." Dean corrected as he counted his money, "And the pay is crap."
"Yeah, but hustling pool? Credit card scams?" He motioned to Angel as she happily walked over with the bikers wallet, "Pick pocketing? It's not the most honest thing in the world, guys."
"Well, let's see... honest." Dean held out one hand, "Fun and easy." He held out the other before gesturing that 'fun and easy' outweighed 'honest', "It's no contest."
"What do you expect us to do, little brother? Work retail? Waitress? At least with this job we get to punch and kill things without being fired." She smirked as she took the money out of the wallet, "Besides, we're good at it. It's what we were raised to do."
Sam chuckled a little but shook his head, "Yeah, well, how we were raised was jacked."
"Says you." Dean dismissed, "We got a new gig or what?"
"Maybe." Sam quickly got off the hood of the impala and walked over to them, "Oasis Plains, Oklahoma- not far from here. A gas company employee, Dustin Burwash, supposedly died from Creutzfeldt-Jakob."
"Creutz..." Angel looked at him puzzled, "What?"
"Huh?"
Sam explained, "Human mad cow disease."
"Mad cow..." Angel pursed her lips, "Isn't that where their brain like... melts?"
"Yeah." Dean nodded, "It was on Oprah."
Sam grinned as he and Angel turned to Dean at that, "You watch Oprah?"
Embarrassment filled his face at their stares and he quickly changed the topic, "So this guy eats a bad burger. Why is it our kind of thing?"
Sam smiled but dropped it as well, "Mad cow disease causes massive brain degeneration. It takes months, even years, for the damage to appear. But this guy, Dustin? Sounds like his brain disintegrated in about an hour. Maybe less."
"Oh, yeah." Angel nodded, "That's definitely our kind of weird."
"It could be a disease." Sam shrugged, "Or it could be something much nastier."
"Pft." Angel rolled her eyes as she started to open the back door, "Like it's ever a disease or something else when we get a whiff."
"Oklahoma." Dean sighed as he got in the car with Sam, "Man... Work, work, work. No time to spend my money."
