Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 1, 2014 10:56:36 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON TWO; EPISODE THREE.
The Impala was finally fixed. Road ready. Even after Dean's minor little freak out on it last week. He was proud of himself for the hard work that had both gotten his emotions back under control and made the Impala pristine again. You would never know it had been sideswiped by an 18 ton truck mere months ago. "Listen to her purr" he enthused, the Impala cruising down the street, the boys sitting side by side, bobbing their heads along with the music. "If you two want a room, just let me know" teased Sam, resting his elbow on the open window frame. "Don't listen to him baby" Dean cooed, giving the sleek dash a loving pat. "He doesn't understand us." Sam chuckled. "Well you're in a good mood." Dean removed his hand from the dash and put it back on the wheel with his other. "Why shouldn't I be?" Sam shrugged. "No reason." Dean went right along bobbing his head to the music. "I've got my car, we've got a case...life is good."
Sam shook his head with another chuckle. "Boy, give you a few decapitated bodies and a dozen dead cows and you're practically Mr. Sunshine." Dean grinned and turned up the volume.
~~~
The local sheriff met the boys at the station, easily fooled by the fake badges, and filled them in on the murders. There wasn't much to go on. But they got enough information to lead them to the county morgue where the bodies were stored. Having ditched the suits, they were now wearing white lab coats. "Ok, let's check this out." Dean opened the properly labeled drawer and slid out the stainless steel tray within. The woman's body held little interest for the boys who were focused on the box that held her head. "Go ahead. Open it." Dean slid the box closer to Sam who immediately slid it back. "You open it." Dean snorted. "Wuss." He lifted the lid and placed it to one side. Since the body was being stored in a proper facility there wasn't too much of a ripened corpse smell to it like several of the bodies they'd encountered over the years.
"Maybe we should check her mouth...see if anything was shoved down her throat" Dean suggested. "Like in Silence of the Lambs." That was a good movie. "Ok...so go ahead and check." Sam raised an eyebrow expectantly. Dean glanced down at the head and made a face. "You check." "Who's the wuss now?" Sam rolled his eyes but accepted the box that Dean had once again slid his way. He lifted the woman's upper lip and then her teeth, feeling around with one gloved finger for any foreign substances. "Dean...get me a bucket" he piped up with after a minute. Dean moved closer curiously. "You found something?" "No, I'm going to puke" Sam countered, swallowing hard as he removed his finger from the woman's mouth. There had been nothing strange about it so he was all set to close the lid again but Dean had other plans. "Wait. Lift up her lip again." Sam stared hard at him. "You just want to see me hurl is that it?" Dean waved this off impatiently. "No, seriously, I think I saw something."
Sam sighed heavily and did as requested, taking a pinch of her upper lip and raising it. Dean used one of his own gloved fingers to prod her gum-line, where he'd noticed some sort of small hole. "What the..." Sam whispered, trailing off as a tooth emerged. Dean released the pressure on her gum and the tooth retracted. "Sam, that's a fang." Sam let go of her lip and both boys stared at the vampire's head. Someone was killing vampires and that someone knew how to do it properly. Sam's eyebrows drew together in puzzled concentration. "Well this changes things." Dean snapped off his latex gloves and tossed them into the nearest wastebasket before spearing his brother with a heavily sarcastic look.
"You think?"
The Impala was finally fixed. Road ready. Even after Dean's minor little freak out on it last week. He was proud of himself for the hard work that had both gotten his emotions back under control and made the Impala pristine again. You would never know it had been sideswiped by an 18 ton truck mere months ago. "Listen to her purr" he enthused, the Impala cruising down the street, the boys sitting side by side, bobbing their heads along with the music. "If you two want a room, just let me know" teased Sam, resting his elbow on the open window frame. "Don't listen to him baby" Dean cooed, giving the sleek dash a loving pat. "He doesn't understand us." Sam chuckled. "Well you're in a good mood." Dean removed his hand from the dash and put it back on the wheel with his other. "Why shouldn't I be?" Sam shrugged. "No reason." Dean went right along bobbing his head to the music. "I've got my car, we've got a case...life is good."
Sam shook his head with another chuckle. "Boy, give you a few decapitated bodies and a dozen dead cows and you're practically Mr. Sunshine." Dean grinned and turned up the volume.
~~~
The local sheriff met the boys at the station, easily fooled by the fake badges, and filled them in on the murders. There wasn't much to go on. But they got enough information to lead them to the county morgue where the bodies were stored. Having ditched the suits, they were now wearing white lab coats. "Ok, let's check this out." Dean opened the properly labeled drawer and slid out the stainless steel tray within. The woman's body held little interest for the boys who were focused on the box that held her head. "Go ahead. Open it." Dean slid the box closer to Sam who immediately slid it back. "You open it." Dean snorted. "Wuss." He lifted the lid and placed it to one side. Since the body was being stored in a proper facility there wasn't too much of a ripened corpse smell to it like several of the bodies they'd encountered over the years.
"Maybe we should check her mouth...see if anything was shoved down her throat" Dean suggested. "Like in Silence of the Lambs." That was a good movie. "Ok...so go ahead and check." Sam raised an eyebrow expectantly. Dean glanced down at the head and made a face. "You check." "Who's the wuss now?" Sam rolled his eyes but accepted the box that Dean had once again slid his way. He lifted the woman's upper lip and then her teeth, feeling around with one gloved finger for any foreign substances. "Dean...get me a bucket" he piped up with after a minute. Dean moved closer curiously. "You found something?" "No, I'm going to puke" Sam countered, swallowing hard as he removed his finger from the woman's mouth. There had been nothing strange about it so he was all set to close the lid again but Dean had other plans. "Wait. Lift up her lip again." Sam stared hard at him. "You just want to see me hurl is that it?" Dean waved this off impatiently. "No, seriously, I think I saw something."
Sam sighed heavily and did as requested, taking a pinch of her upper lip and raising it. Dean used one of his own gloved fingers to prod her gum-line, where he'd noticed some sort of small hole. "What the..." Sam whispered, trailing off as a tooth emerged. Dean released the pressure on her gum and the tooth retracted. "Sam, that's a fang." Sam let go of her lip and both boys stared at the vampire's head. Someone was killing vampires and that someone knew how to do it properly. Sam's eyebrows drew together in puzzled concentration. "Well this changes things." Dean snapped off his latex gloves and tossed them into the nearest wastebasket before spearing his brother with a heavily sarcastic look.
"You think?"
