Post by Dean Winchester on Mar 15, 2015 15:16:01 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON THREE. EPISODE NINE.
"She was so scared. I couldn't help; I couldn't do anything to stop it. And I've talked to the police, and I've talked to the medical examiner and no one can explain it." Paul Dutton stood in his bedroom, wringing out his hands, looking thoroughly miserable. "Well that's why they put the call in to us Mr. Dutton" Dean assured him professionally, scribbling a few things down on a notepad in one hand. "But the CDC, that's disease control right" Paul asked in confusion. "What do you think; it's some kind of virus?" He appeared to be trying to get a glimpse at what Dean was writing so Dean snapped the notebook closed hastily. "We're not ruling anything out" was his vague and unhelpful answer before trying a different line of questioning. "Mr. Dutton, did Janet have any enemies?" Paul blinked. "I'm sorry?" "Anyone who might have wanted to hurt her" Dean elaborated. Paul's eyes widened. "Wait, what are you saying? That somebody poisoned her?" "I'm just saying we have to cover every base here" Dean explained calmly.
Paul had been sitting on the edge of his bed but got to his feet now. "Well, I mean, what kind of poison? You think a person could have done this?" Dean pocketed his closed notebook. "Would anyone want to?" "W-What?!" Paul stuttered. "No, no, there's just no one that could've"- He stopped talking, looking off to one side. Sam opened the bathroom door, stepping into the bedroom to join Dean and Paul. "Mr. Dutton" Dean prompted. "No. Everyone loved Janet" he finished firmly, his eyes darting from Dean to Sam and then back to Dean, so he missed the subtle nod Sam bestowed upon his older brother, letting him know wordlessly he'd finished his investigation.
Dean nodded politely. "Okay. Thank you very much; I think we've got everything we need. We'll get out of your way now." They left Mr. Dutton in his bedroom, finding their own way out of the house. "The guy seem a little evasive to you" Dean questioned as they stepped outside into the lightly falling rain, heading for where they'd parked the Impala along the curb. "I don't know" Sam answered, reaching one hand into an inner suit-jacket pocket. "I was under a sink, pulling this out." Dean plucked the small leather pouch from Sam's outstretched palm, studying it. "Hex bag" Sam finished grimly. "Aww gross" Dean muttered, opening the bag and poking through its contents with one finger. "Yeah, there are bird bones, rabbit's teeth." Sam pointed. "And this cloth is probably cut from something Janet Dutton owned." Dean nodded in agreement, closing up the pouch and tossing it to Sam before setting off again, Sam close behind. "So we're thinking witch, right?" "Uh, yeah, and not some new age wicked water douser either. This is Old World black magic Dean, I mean, warts and all" Sam explained as they slid into the Impala. Dean started up the car before twisting in his seat to face Sam. "I hate witches" he declared, causing Sam to chuckle. "They're always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere" he went on, narrowing his eyes. "It's creepy, you know. It's down right unsanitary."
Sam eyed the hex bag in his hand. "Yeah, well someone definitely had it out for Janet Dutton." Dean nodded grimly. "Yeah, someone who snuck into that house and planted the bag. So what are we thinking, we're uh, looking for some old craggy blair bitch in the woods?" Sam pocketed the hex bag, shaking his head with a frown. "No it could be anyone. Neighbor, coworker, man, woman that's the problem Dean, they're human, they're like everyone else." Dean sighed. "Great. So how do we find 'em?" Sam faced forward, fastening his seatbelt. "This wasn't random; someone in Janet Dutton's life had an ugly axe to grind. We find the motive-" Dean fastened his own seatbelt and shifted the car's gear to drive.
"We find the murderer."
"She was so scared. I couldn't help; I couldn't do anything to stop it. And I've talked to the police, and I've talked to the medical examiner and no one can explain it." Paul Dutton stood in his bedroom, wringing out his hands, looking thoroughly miserable. "Well that's why they put the call in to us Mr. Dutton" Dean assured him professionally, scribbling a few things down on a notepad in one hand. "But the CDC, that's disease control right" Paul asked in confusion. "What do you think; it's some kind of virus?" He appeared to be trying to get a glimpse at what Dean was writing so Dean snapped the notebook closed hastily. "We're not ruling anything out" was his vague and unhelpful answer before trying a different line of questioning. "Mr. Dutton, did Janet have any enemies?" Paul blinked. "I'm sorry?" "Anyone who might have wanted to hurt her" Dean elaborated. Paul's eyes widened. "Wait, what are you saying? That somebody poisoned her?" "I'm just saying we have to cover every base here" Dean explained calmly.
Paul had been sitting on the edge of his bed but got to his feet now. "Well, I mean, what kind of poison? You think a person could have done this?" Dean pocketed his closed notebook. "Would anyone want to?" "W-What?!" Paul stuttered. "No, no, there's just no one that could've"- He stopped talking, looking off to one side. Sam opened the bathroom door, stepping into the bedroom to join Dean and Paul. "Mr. Dutton" Dean prompted. "No. Everyone loved Janet" he finished firmly, his eyes darting from Dean to Sam and then back to Dean, so he missed the subtle nod Sam bestowed upon his older brother, letting him know wordlessly he'd finished his investigation.
Dean nodded politely. "Okay. Thank you very much; I think we've got everything we need. We'll get out of your way now." They left Mr. Dutton in his bedroom, finding their own way out of the house. "The guy seem a little evasive to you" Dean questioned as they stepped outside into the lightly falling rain, heading for where they'd parked the Impala along the curb. "I don't know" Sam answered, reaching one hand into an inner suit-jacket pocket. "I was under a sink, pulling this out." Dean plucked the small leather pouch from Sam's outstretched palm, studying it. "Hex bag" Sam finished grimly. "Aww gross" Dean muttered, opening the bag and poking through its contents with one finger. "Yeah, there are bird bones, rabbit's teeth." Sam pointed. "And this cloth is probably cut from something Janet Dutton owned." Dean nodded in agreement, closing up the pouch and tossing it to Sam before setting off again, Sam close behind. "So we're thinking witch, right?" "Uh, yeah, and not some new age wicked water douser either. This is Old World black magic Dean, I mean, warts and all" Sam explained as they slid into the Impala. Dean started up the car before twisting in his seat to face Sam. "I hate witches" he declared, causing Sam to chuckle. "They're always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere" he went on, narrowing his eyes. "It's creepy, you know. It's down right unsanitary."
Sam eyed the hex bag in his hand. "Yeah, well someone definitely had it out for Janet Dutton." Dean nodded grimly. "Yeah, someone who snuck into that house and planted the bag. So what are we thinking, we're uh, looking for some old craggy blair bitch in the woods?" Sam pocketed the hex bag, shaking his head with a frown. "No it could be anyone. Neighbor, coworker, man, woman that's the problem Dean, they're human, they're like everyone else." Dean sighed. "Great. So how do we find 'em?" Sam faced forward, fastening his seatbelt. "This wasn't random; someone in Janet Dutton's life had an ugly axe to grind. We find the motive-" Dean fastened his own seatbelt and shifted the car's gear to drive.
"We find the murderer."
