Post by Dean Winchester on May 7, 2015 6:48:58 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON FOUR. EPISODE FIVE.
The boys were on their way to Canonsburg, Pennsylvania to check out a supposed vampire case and the car had been quiet for quite awhile. It had been a few weeks since their whole Jack Montgomery situation and the atmosphere between the brothers, while not back to 100% normal, was certainly less stiff and awkward. Dean glanced towards Sam. "Come on, man. Jobs don't get much sweeter than this, you know" he pointed out. "Dead vic with a gnawed-on neck, body drained of blood, and a witness who swears up and down that it was a vampire." "No, I -- I agree" Sam muttered, distracted. "It's a hell of a case." Dean rolled his eyes at the lack of enthusiasm. "A little more gusto, please." Sam looked up from his hands which he was wringing out absently in his lap. "It's just... the world is coming to an end. Things are a little complicated, you know?" "Yeah, well, we can't save the world" Dean reasoned logically. "Not today anyway. But what we can do is chop off some vamps' heads." He nodded confidently. "Come on, man, it's like the good old days, an honest-to-goodness monster hunt." They'd been sort of moving away from that ever since learning about angels and the demons big plan to break seals. But now they could get back to their roots. "It's about time the Winchesters got back to tackling a straightforward, black and white case." Simple and Easy.
~~~
"We still got to see the new Raiders movie" Dean pointed out as they exited the Impala in and amidst the chaos of Oktoberfest with people dressed up as German waitresses walking around, taking pictures and offering lots of German foods from trays. Sam adjusted his suit with half a smile. "Saw it." Dean's eyes widened incredulously. "Without me??" Sam added a half-shrug to his half-smile. "You were in hell" he pointed out reasonably. "That's no excuse" Dean countered after a minute of not being able to think of anything else to say. Then his attention was grabbed by a vendor to their left selling large soft pretzels. "Big pretzel" he exclaimed excitedly, over the movie problem in a flash. He could hear Sam chuckling in amusement behind him as they wandered over to accept their refreshments.
As they were chewing, a very attractive blond woman in one of the German waitress costumes strolled by, winking at Dean. "Guten tag." Dean's eyes lit up. "Guten tag yourself" he replied through a full mouthful of pretzel as she moved on, entering the closest of the pubs. Sam swallowed his own bite of pretzel before nudging Dean in the arm to get his attention and pointing at a man in a sheriff's outfit a few feet away, directing some tourists. "Looks like that's our man." Dean handed his half-eaten pretzel to a passing tourist, dusted off his hands and followed Sam over. Sam waited until the tourists had wandered off before addressing him. "Sheriff Dietrich?" The Sheriff turned to face them. "Are you the boys from the fed?" "Agents Angus and Young" Sam announced, the pair of them pulling out their fake badges, flashing them professionally, and then tucking them out of sight again. "We called ahead about your, uh, problem" Sam finished delicately. Sheriff Dietrich nodded, wrinkling his nose. "Right. Um… I'll tell you what, why don't we talk this out away from the crowd, huh?" He gestured for them to follow him.
The morgue was only a little ways up the road. The Sheriff was waiting for them. He pulled open one of the many stainless steel drawers out of the wall and lowered the sheet, revealing a young woman's body. "Marissa Wright, 26" he informed the boys. "Just up from Lockhard for the 'fest. Terrible. Just terrible." He shook his head. "It's the last thing this town needs at peak tourist season." Dean couldn't believe that was his main concern and Sam's constricted brows showed he felt the same. "Definitely the last thing Marissa Wright needed" he pointed out with a great deal of emphasis on Marissa's name. Dean nodded in agreement, reaching out to tilt Marissa's head to one side. Staring up at them was some kind of puncture mark, almost like the fangs of a snake in the center of her neck. Very un-vampire looking. "What the hell" he muttered, glancing over at Sam and then back down at Marissa's corpse. Sheriff Dietrich made a face, clearly just as baffled as the boys but for different reasons. "Yeah, you got me -- I mean this killer's some kind of grade-A wacko, right?" He scratched his head. "I mean, some Satan worshipping, Anne Rice-reading, gothic, psycho vampire wannabe." Dean released Marissa's chin, letting her head turn back to its normal position, unable to come up with anything to say in response to the Sheriff's question. Clearly Sam didn't either because the next thing out of his mouth was an un-related, subject-changing,, "Sheriff, in your report, you mentioned a witness?" The Sheriff sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I wished I didn't. But our witness insisted." He covered Marissa's body with the sheet again. "That's Ed Brewer. Not exactly what you'd call reliable." He rolled his eyes and closed the drawer back up. The boys swapped another look.
~~~
"I remember you." The hot waitress leaned over the counter to smile at Dean as they approached. "And I remember you" Dean replied, squinting at her nametag before finishing the sentence with a charming smile of his own. "Jamie. I never forget a pretty...everything." He gave her a long once over. "We're looking for Ed Brewer" Sam interrupted before the flirting could get too far underway. Dean frowned slightly but let the interruption slide. "What do you want with Ed" Jamie wanted to know, looking a little concerned. "Well, we are uh... federal agents" Dean began to explain, pulling out his badge and flashing it with Sam doing the same beside him. "Mr. Brewer was witness to a serious crime. We just need to -" "Wait a minute." Jamie lifted an eyebrow, resting her elbows on the counter. "You're a fed?" Dean half-nodded in assent. Jamie's eyebrow went higher. "Wow, you don't come on like a fed. Seriously?" Dean leaned forward, also resting his elbows on the counter. "I'm a maverick, ma'am" he explained proudly. "A rebel with a badge. One thing I don’t play by? The rules." He winked.
Sam shook his head, looking as though he was trying to suppress a laugh and interrupted again, giving Dean a clap on the shoulder. "Okay, maverick." He addressed Jamie next. "Um, so where can we find Mr. Brewer?" Jamie hesitated another second and then pointed to a booth in the very back of the pub. Ed was sitting on one side of it, drinking from a large frothy stein of beer. The brothers slid into the empty side of the booth, facing Ed and introduced themselves. "I told the cops everything I saw" Ed informed them bitterly. "No one believes me. Why should you be any different?" "Believe me Mr. Brewer" Dean promised with a tight smile. "We're different." "I spoke the God’s honest truth" Ed complained resentfully. "And now I’m the town joke." "Marissa Wright’s murder is no joke to us" Sam insisted intensely. "And we want to hear everything, no matter how strange it may seem." "We have a lot of experience with strange" Dean added.
Ed hesitated for another minute and then nodded his consent, took a long drink of beer, wiped his mouth with one hand and started in on his story rather dramatically. "It was just after midnight. I'd just left here, and like I do every night, I cut through the park on the way home. At first, I thought it was a couple kissing. But she was... struggling too much. And this man, he was -- well, he was biting her neck." "Can you describe her assailant" Sam wanted to know curiously. Ed nodded quickly. "Oh he was a vampire." Dean glanced at Sam who gave him a subtle nod and then back to Ed, looking for some clarification. "Okay, right. And by that, you mean"- "You know, a vampire" Ed explained unhelpfully. Vampires looked like humans. Vampires once WERE humans. They all looked different just like all humans looked different. So Dean was unsure how Ed could make this statement so vaguely and yet be so certain it was a vampire. Did he or did he not know about supernatural creatures? Or was he just nuts? It was hard to tell. "Uh huh" Dean muttered before trying again for some more specifics. "So he...he looked like?" "He looked like a vampire" Ed exclaimed. "You know, with the fangs and the slicked back hair and the fancy cape and the little medallion thingy on the ribbon." Dean did a double take. "You mean like a Dracula?" Ed nodded vigorously and pointed at Dean. "Exactly! Like a Dracula. Right down to the accent." The boys exchanged a befuddled look. Whatever was going on here was not a vampire. Dean couldn't decide if he was happy or sad about that.
~~~
"So, you got a beer back there for me?" Dean approached the counter again and leaned against it casually with a charming smile aimed at Jamie. She returned the smile, wiping out the dirty glass in her hands with a rag. "I don't know Agent Young...you off duty?" Dean nodded cheerfully. "And then some." Jamie nodded, put down the glass and went off to get a clean one. Sam approached and Dean turned to face him, leaning his back and elbows against the bar. "So, what do you think? Goth, psycho, vampire wannabe, right?" He quoted the Sheriff's assessment from earlier. "Definitely not our kind of case" Sam agreed. "Well who cares." Dean shrugged, pushed off the bar, and began to wander towards a booth. "Room's paid for, and it's Oktoberfest. Come on, brother." He slid into one side of the booth, grinning widely. "Beer and bar wenches." Sam shook his head with a dry chuckle. "Pretty sure women today don't react well to the whole "wench" thing, Dean." Dean raised an eyebrow, taking this as a challenge, and called out towards Jamie at the bar, "Hey bar wench, where's that beer?" "Coming up good sir" Jamie called back with a good-natured smile. Dean lowered his eyebrow, giving Sam a playful 'you were saying' smirk.
Sam shook his head with another chuckle as Jamie approached, setting Dean's drink in front of him. "There you go. And what can I get for you" she asked Sam next. Sam had barely opened him mouth when Dean stepped in with, "oh, he doesn't drink. He's a Christian scientist. Doesn't even take aspirin. He's a real drag on stakeouts." Sam rolled his eyes. Jamie laughed appreciatively. "You're funny" she complimented. Dean directed yet another charming smile her way. "I'm a lot more than that. I'd love to get a chance to show you the rest. What time you get off?" Jamie laughed again. "Ha ha. Like I said. Funny." She winked and sauntered off. Dean exhaled with a shake of his head. "Man, it is time to right some wrongs." Sam blinked, still grinning somewhat distractedly from Dean being shot down. "Come again?" "Look at me. I mean, I came back from the furnace without any of my old scars, right?" Dean took a long drink of beer and then set the glass aside, listing things on his fingers as he recounted them. "No bullet wounds, knife cuts, none of the off-angled fingers from all the breaks. I mean, my hide is as smooth as a baby's bottom. Which leads me to conclude, sadly... that my virginity is once again intact." He'd had this theory for awhile now but this was the first time he'd mentioned it to Sam. Probably because the opportunity had presented itself what with Jamie's blow off of his invitation. He was not used to being turned down.
Sam blinked again, clearly not following Dean's reasoning as well as he was. "What??" "I have been re-hymenated" Dean clarified. Sam was floored. "Re..." He trailed off, looking as though he was struggling with all his might not to break out laughing. "Please" he scoffed in disbelief. "Dean, maybe angels can pull you out of hell, but no one could do that." "Brother, I have been re-hymenated" Dean insisted. "And the dude will not abide." Sam shook his head, chuckling. "All right, dude. Well, you go do whatever you got to do, and I'm gonna go back to the room and get some sleep." Without a drink to drink, or pay for, Sam rose from his seat, nodded at Dean and headed towards the pub's exit. Dean also rose, heading in the opposite direction, for the bar. "So" he addressed Jamie, leaning on its once again. "How about tonight?" "Sorry" Jamie apologized with a small shrug and smile, gesturing at a curly black haired waitress beside her. "I promised Lucy a girl's night out." Lucy smiled not very apologetically as she wandered away to help a customer. Jamie continued talking. "Besides, no self-respecting bar wench lets herself get picked up by a customer on the first try." "Well, I'm not a regular customer" Dean pointed out. "I'm a federal agent." "Try again tomorrow, G-Man" Jamie suggested, letting Dean know his chances with her weren't completely dead. Dean shrugged wistfully. "I wish I could. But I don't think we're staying on the case." "What? Too weird for you" Jamie teased. Dean kept a very straight face.
"Not weird enough."
The boys were on their way to Canonsburg, Pennsylvania to check out a supposed vampire case and the car had been quiet for quite awhile. It had been a few weeks since their whole Jack Montgomery situation and the atmosphere between the brothers, while not back to 100% normal, was certainly less stiff and awkward. Dean glanced towards Sam. "Come on, man. Jobs don't get much sweeter than this, you know" he pointed out. "Dead vic with a gnawed-on neck, body drained of blood, and a witness who swears up and down that it was a vampire." "No, I -- I agree" Sam muttered, distracted. "It's a hell of a case." Dean rolled his eyes at the lack of enthusiasm. "A little more gusto, please." Sam looked up from his hands which he was wringing out absently in his lap. "It's just... the world is coming to an end. Things are a little complicated, you know?" "Yeah, well, we can't save the world" Dean reasoned logically. "Not today anyway. But what we can do is chop off some vamps' heads." He nodded confidently. "Come on, man, it's like the good old days, an honest-to-goodness monster hunt." They'd been sort of moving away from that ever since learning about angels and the demons big plan to break seals. But now they could get back to their roots. "It's about time the Winchesters got back to tackling a straightforward, black and white case." Simple and Easy.
~~~
"We still got to see the new Raiders movie" Dean pointed out as they exited the Impala in and amidst the chaos of Oktoberfest with people dressed up as German waitresses walking around, taking pictures and offering lots of German foods from trays. Sam adjusted his suit with half a smile. "Saw it." Dean's eyes widened incredulously. "Without me??" Sam added a half-shrug to his half-smile. "You were in hell" he pointed out reasonably. "That's no excuse" Dean countered after a minute of not being able to think of anything else to say. Then his attention was grabbed by a vendor to their left selling large soft pretzels. "Big pretzel" he exclaimed excitedly, over the movie problem in a flash. He could hear Sam chuckling in amusement behind him as they wandered over to accept their refreshments.
As they were chewing, a very attractive blond woman in one of the German waitress costumes strolled by, winking at Dean. "Guten tag." Dean's eyes lit up. "Guten tag yourself" he replied through a full mouthful of pretzel as she moved on, entering the closest of the pubs. Sam swallowed his own bite of pretzel before nudging Dean in the arm to get his attention and pointing at a man in a sheriff's outfit a few feet away, directing some tourists. "Looks like that's our man." Dean handed his half-eaten pretzel to a passing tourist, dusted off his hands and followed Sam over. Sam waited until the tourists had wandered off before addressing him. "Sheriff Dietrich?" The Sheriff turned to face them. "Are you the boys from the fed?" "Agents Angus and Young" Sam announced, the pair of them pulling out their fake badges, flashing them professionally, and then tucking them out of sight again. "We called ahead about your, uh, problem" Sam finished delicately. Sheriff Dietrich nodded, wrinkling his nose. "Right. Um… I'll tell you what, why don't we talk this out away from the crowd, huh?" He gestured for them to follow him.
The morgue was only a little ways up the road. The Sheriff was waiting for them. He pulled open one of the many stainless steel drawers out of the wall and lowered the sheet, revealing a young woman's body. "Marissa Wright, 26" he informed the boys. "Just up from Lockhard for the 'fest. Terrible. Just terrible." He shook his head. "It's the last thing this town needs at peak tourist season." Dean couldn't believe that was his main concern and Sam's constricted brows showed he felt the same. "Definitely the last thing Marissa Wright needed" he pointed out with a great deal of emphasis on Marissa's name. Dean nodded in agreement, reaching out to tilt Marissa's head to one side. Staring up at them was some kind of puncture mark, almost like the fangs of a snake in the center of her neck. Very un-vampire looking. "What the hell" he muttered, glancing over at Sam and then back down at Marissa's corpse. Sheriff Dietrich made a face, clearly just as baffled as the boys but for different reasons. "Yeah, you got me -- I mean this killer's some kind of grade-A wacko, right?" He scratched his head. "I mean, some Satan worshipping, Anne Rice-reading, gothic, psycho vampire wannabe." Dean released Marissa's chin, letting her head turn back to its normal position, unable to come up with anything to say in response to the Sheriff's question. Clearly Sam didn't either because the next thing out of his mouth was an un-related, subject-changing,, "Sheriff, in your report, you mentioned a witness?" The Sheriff sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I wished I didn't. But our witness insisted." He covered Marissa's body with the sheet again. "That's Ed Brewer. Not exactly what you'd call reliable." He rolled his eyes and closed the drawer back up. The boys swapped another look.
~~~
"I remember you." The hot waitress leaned over the counter to smile at Dean as they approached. "And I remember you" Dean replied, squinting at her nametag before finishing the sentence with a charming smile of his own. "Jamie. I never forget a pretty...everything." He gave her a long once over. "We're looking for Ed Brewer" Sam interrupted before the flirting could get too far underway. Dean frowned slightly but let the interruption slide. "What do you want with Ed" Jamie wanted to know, looking a little concerned. "Well, we are uh... federal agents" Dean began to explain, pulling out his badge and flashing it with Sam doing the same beside him. "Mr. Brewer was witness to a serious crime. We just need to -" "Wait a minute." Jamie lifted an eyebrow, resting her elbows on the counter. "You're a fed?" Dean half-nodded in assent. Jamie's eyebrow went higher. "Wow, you don't come on like a fed. Seriously?" Dean leaned forward, also resting his elbows on the counter. "I'm a maverick, ma'am" he explained proudly. "A rebel with a badge. One thing I don’t play by? The rules." He winked.
Sam shook his head, looking as though he was trying to suppress a laugh and interrupted again, giving Dean a clap on the shoulder. "Okay, maverick." He addressed Jamie next. "Um, so where can we find Mr. Brewer?" Jamie hesitated another second and then pointed to a booth in the very back of the pub. Ed was sitting on one side of it, drinking from a large frothy stein of beer. The brothers slid into the empty side of the booth, facing Ed and introduced themselves. "I told the cops everything I saw" Ed informed them bitterly. "No one believes me. Why should you be any different?" "Believe me Mr. Brewer" Dean promised with a tight smile. "We're different." "I spoke the God’s honest truth" Ed complained resentfully. "And now I’m the town joke." "Marissa Wright’s murder is no joke to us" Sam insisted intensely. "And we want to hear everything, no matter how strange it may seem." "We have a lot of experience with strange" Dean added.
Ed hesitated for another minute and then nodded his consent, took a long drink of beer, wiped his mouth with one hand and started in on his story rather dramatically. "It was just after midnight. I'd just left here, and like I do every night, I cut through the park on the way home. At first, I thought it was a couple kissing. But she was... struggling too much. And this man, he was -- well, he was biting her neck." "Can you describe her assailant" Sam wanted to know curiously. Ed nodded quickly. "Oh he was a vampire." Dean glanced at Sam who gave him a subtle nod and then back to Ed, looking for some clarification. "Okay, right. And by that, you mean"- "You know, a vampire" Ed explained unhelpfully. Vampires looked like humans. Vampires once WERE humans. They all looked different just like all humans looked different. So Dean was unsure how Ed could make this statement so vaguely and yet be so certain it was a vampire. Did he or did he not know about supernatural creatures? Or was he just nuts? It was hard to tell. "Uh huh" Dean muttered before trying again for some more specifics. "So he...he looked like?" "He looked like a vampire" Ed exclaimed. "You know, with the fangs and the slicked back hair and the fancy cape and the little medallion thingy on the ribbon." Dean did a double take. "You mean like a Dracula?" Ed nodded vigorously and pointed at Dean. "Exactly! Like a Dracula. Right down to the accent." The boys exchanged a befuddled look. Whatever was going on here was not a vampire. Dean couldn't decide if he was happy or sad about that.
~~~
"So, you got a beer back there for me?" Dean approached the counter again and leaned against it casually with a charming smile aimed at Jamie. She returned the smile, wiping out the dirty glass in her hands with a rag. "I don't know Agent Young...you off duty?" Dean nodded cheerfully. "And then some." Jamie nodded, put down the glass and went off to get a clean one. Sam approached and Dean turned to face him, leaning his back and elbows against the bar. "So, what do you think? Goth, psycho, vampire wannabe, right?" He quoted the Sheriff's assessment from earlier. "Definitely not our kind of case" Sam agreed. "Well who cares." Dean shrugged, pushed off the bar, and began to wander towards a booth. "Room's paid for, and it's Oktoberfest. Come on, brother." He slid into one side of the booth, grinning widely. "Beer and bar wenches." Sam shook his head with a dry chuckle. "Pretty sure women today don't react well to the whole "wench" thing, Dean." Dean raised an eyebrow, taking this as a challenge, and called out towards Jamie at the bar, "Hey bar wench, where's that beer?" "Coming up good sir" Jamie called back with a good-natured smile. Dean lowered his eyebrow, giving Sam a playful 'you were saying' smirk.
Sam shook his head with another chuckle as Jamie approached, setting Dean's drink in front of him. "There you go. And what can I get for you" she asked Sam next. Sam had barely opened him mouth when Dean stepped in with, "oh, he doesn't drink. He's a Christian scientist. Doesn't even take aspirin. He's a real drag on stakeouts." Sam rolled his eyes. Jamie laughed appreciatively. "You're funny" she complimented. Dean directed yet another charming smile her way. "I'm a lot more than that. I'd love to get a chance to show you the rest. What time you get off?" Jamie laughed again. "Ha ha. Like I said. Funny." She winked and sauntered off. Dean exhaled with a shake of his head. "Man, it is time to right some wrongs." Sam blinked, still grinning somewhat distractedly from Dean being shot down. "Come again?" "Look at me. I mean, I came back from the furnace without any of my old scars, right?" Dean took a long drink of beer and then set the glass aside, listing things on his fingers as he recounted them. "No bullet wounds, knife cuts, none of the off-angled fingers from all the breaks. I mean, my hide is as smooth as a baby's bottom. Which leads me to conclude, sadly... that my virginity is once again intact." He'd had this theory for awhile now but this was the first time he'd mentioned it to Sam. Probably because the opportunity had presented itself what with Jamie's blow off of his invitation. He was not used to being turned down.
Sam blinked again, clearly not following Dean's reasoning as well as he was. "What??" "I have been re-hymenated" Dean clarified. Sam was floored. "Re..." He trailed off, looking as though he was struggling with all his might not to break out laughing. "Please" he scoffed in disbelief. "Dean, maybe angels can pull you out of hell, but no one could do that." "Brother, I have been re-hymenated" Dean insisted. "And the dude will not abide." Sam shook his head, chuckling. "All right, dude. Well, you go do whatever you got to do, and I'm gonna go back to the room and get some sleep." Without a drink to drink, or pay for, Sam rose from his seat, nodded at Dean and headed towards the pub's exit. Dean also rose, heading in the opposite direction, for the bar. "So" he addressed Jamie, leaning on its once again. "How about tonight?" "Sorry" Jamie apologized with a small shrug and smile, gesturing at a curly black haired waitress beside her. "I promised Lucy a girl's night out." Lucy smiled not very apologetically as she wandered away to help a customer. Jamie continued talking. "Besides, no self-respecting bar wench lets herself get picked up by a customer on the first try." "Well, I'm not a regular customer" Dean pointed out. "I'm a federal agent." "Try again tomorrow, G-Man" Jamie suggested, letting Dean know his chances with her weren't completely dead. Dean shrugged wistfully. "I wish I could. But I don't think we're staying on the case." "What? Too weird for you" Jamie teased. Dean kept a very straight face.
"Not weird enough."
