The Winchester Three (S1): The Beginning

Ch 4 Section 2

Oklahoma Gas and Power Company...

The three Winchesters got out of the car and approached the man they'd been looking for.

Sam pointed, "Travis Weaver?"

He looked up curiously, "Yeah, that's right..."

Dean looked him over, "Are you the Travis who worked with Uncle Dusty?"

He looked between the three of them a little shocked, "Oh... Dustin never mentioned any nieces or nephews."

"Really?" Angel feigned surprises, "Well, he always talked about you. Basically said you were the greatest."

"Oh, he did?" Travis smiled, "Huh."

"Listen, we wanted to ask you..." Dean looked to him, "What exactly happened out there?"

"I'm not sure." Travis saddened, "He fell in a sinkhole. I went to the truck to get some rope, and, uh... by the time I got back..."

"What did you see?" Angel asked, "Anything weird?"

"Nothin'. Just Dustin."

"No wounds or anything?"

"Well, he was bleeding..." Travis motioned, "From his eyes and his ears, his nose. But that's it."

Dean nodded, "So... You think it could be this whole mad cow thing?"

"I don't know." He frowned, "That's what the doctors are saying."

"But if it was, he would've acted strange beforehand... Like dementia, loss of motor control, stuff like that." Sam said, "You ever notice anything like that?"

"No. No way." He quickly shook his head, "But then again, if it wasn't some disease, what the hell was it?"

Angel sighed, "That's a good question."

At the scene...

The sinkhole where Dustin died was surrounded by police tape at the Winchesters approached it.

"Huh..." Dean looked around as they all came to a stop beside one another, "What do you guys think?"

"I have no clue..." Angel frowned as she leaned forward and eyed the small dark cramped space, stifling a shiver, "Whatever happened, Travis made it sound like it happened pretty damn fast."

Angel frowned when the boys ducked under the police tape to get a closer look. She opted to stay where she was but tried to keep her face as neutral as possible.

Tight spaces were not her thing.

"So, what?" Dean asked, "Some sort of creature chewed on his brain?"

"No." Sam dismissed, "There'd be an entry wound. Sounds like this thing worked from the inside."

"Huh. Looks like there's only room for one." Dean commented as he shined his flashlight inside the hole, "You guys wanna flip a coin?"

"Are you crazy?" Angel squeaked from behind them, unable to contain the panic she felt at the thought of going down into that hole, "We have no idea what the hells down there, Dean!"

He turned to her with a smirk, "Angel, are you scared?"

"What? No!" She squeaked, "I am not scared. I'm just trying to be the smart one here. As per usual."

Dean snickered as he went and picked up a nearby coil of rope, "Alright, alright, I'll go if you're scared."

"I'm not scared!"