The Winchester Three (S1): The Beginning

Ch 4 Section 3

The next morning...

"Look alive, boys." Angel called as she walked back into the house, "We've got another vic." She frowned when she only saw Sam, "Where's Dean."

"Where do you think?" He shook his head as he led her over to the bathroom and banged on the door, "You ever coming out of there?"

"What?"

"Dean, a police call came in on the scanner."

"Hold on!"

Angel banged on the door, getting irritated, "Someone was found dead three blocks from here, Dean. Now, come on."

The door opened just then to reveal Dean standing there, in the steam-filled room, with a towel on his head, "This shower is awesome."

Angel shook her head, "Hurry it up." As she walked away she sent an eye to Sam, "Today, he's your brother."

At the Bloome residence...

The three of them pulled up and got out of the car quickly with their umbrellas for the pouring rain. They made their way over to Larry, who was finishing up a phone call. The body of Lynda Bloome was currently being carried out in a body bag on a stretcher.

As they approached Larry hung up the phone, "Hello. You're, uh, back early."

"Yeah, we just drove in. Dean nodded, "Wanted to take another look at the neighborhood."

Sam motioned, "What's going on?"

"You three met, uh... Lynda Bloome at the barbeque?"

Angel nodded, "The realtor."

"Well, she, uh... passed away last night."

The three of them stared at him in shock, "What happened?"

"I'm still trying to find out. Identified the body for the police." He turned and saw the police were ushering him over so he frowned at the Winchesters, "Look, I- I'm sorry, this isn't a good time now."

"No, it's okay." Angel nodded, "We're sorry for your loss."

He nodded, "Excuse me."

Dean looked to his siblings once Larry walked away, "You guy know what we have to do, right?"

Angel nodded with a frown, "Oh, yeah."

Sam was also in agreement, "We have to get in that house."

"See if we got a bug problem." Dean smirked over to his sister, "You gonna be able to stomach this one, sis?"

"Shut up, doofus." She rolled her eyes as she led them to the back of the house, "Phobia or not, i can still do my job."

A few minutes later, they climbed over the fence, up the side of the house, and through Lynda's bedroom window. The outline of her dead body was drawn on the carpet with tape.

Dean nodded, "This looks like the place."

They walked over to the bathroom where a towel laid on the floor. Angel picked it up but quickly dropped it with a squeak just as fast once she saw the dead spiders that covered it.

"Christ." She huffed moving away from the dead things, "Spiders."

Dean shared a look with Sam, "From Spider Boy?"

"Matt." Sam corrected with a glare followed by a frown, "Maybe."

Later on, Dean pulled the impala up at the curb. Across the street, Matt got off a school bus and began walking towards the woods.