Post by Sam Winchester on Jan 19, 2016 21:47:21 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON FIVE. EPISODE FIFTEEN.
Standing outside Milo's Diner in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, Sam listened to the phone at his ear ring three times and then the machine kicked in. "Bobby, listen, when you get this message, call" he requested, trying to keep the annoyance from creeping into his tone. "Okay?" He hung up and tucked the phone into an inner jacket pocket, shaking his head at Dean who was perched beside him, leaning up against the Impala with crossed arms lazily. "Is he still not home??" Dean frowned, puzzled. "How far could he get in that chair?" Sam shrugged uncertainly. "So what do we do?" Dean pushed off of the Impala. "Guess we just do it ourselves." It didn't really seem like they had another option.
So the boys made their way into the diner, immediately greeted by a pretty decrepit looking guy, who waved them to his booth. Assuming him to be the witness they'd set up the meeting with, they slid into the booth across from him. "Mr. Wells, why don't you tell us what you saw in your own words" Dean suggested, smiling politely. "Call me Digger" the man requested, returning the smile. "Digger?" Dean looked interested. "Who gave you that name?" Digger hooked a thumb at himself. "I did." "You gave yourself your own nickname?" Dean no longer looked interested. "You can't do that." "Who died and made you queen" Digger demanded in a snippy attitude. Dean opened his mouth, probably prepared to fire right back, but Sam jumped in with a calming, "okay. Uh, why don't you just tell us what you saw?" Digger's gaze lingered on Dean for a minute longer before he settled back in his chair and began to recite his testimony. "I saw Clay Thompson climb into Benny Sutton’s trailer through the window. Couple minutes later, Clay walked out, and Benny's dead." The boys exchanged a look. "And uh..." Dean removed a picture of Clay they'd copied from his records and held it up. "Is this the guy you saw?" "Well, he was all covered with mud, but, yeah" Digger nodded confidently. "That's Clay." Sam raised a searching eyebrow. "And are you aware that Clay Thompson died five years ago?" Not that that mattered in the slightest.
But most normal people assumed it did.
Standing outside Milo's Diner in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, Sam listened to the phone at his ear ring three times and then the machine kicked in. "Bobby, listen, when you get this message, call" he requested, trying to keep the annoyance from creeping into his tone. "Okay?" He hung up and tucked the phone into an inner jacket pocket, shaking his head at Dean who was perched beside him, leaning up against the Impala with crossed arms lazily. "Is he still not home??" Dean frowned, puzzled. "How far could he get in that chair?" Sam shrugged uncertainly. "So what do we do?" Dean pushed off of the Impala. "Guess we just do it ourselves." It didn't really seem like they had another option.
So the boys made their way into the diner, immediately greeted by a pretty decrepit looking guy, who waved them to his booth. Assuming him to be the witness they'd set up the meeting with, they slid into the booth across from him. "Mr. Wells, why don't you tell us what you saw in your own words" Dean suggested, smiling politely. "Call me Digger" the man requested, returning the smile. "Digger?" Dean looked interested. "Who gave you that name?" Digger hooked a thumb at himself. "I did." "You gave yourself your own nickname?" Dean no longer looked interested. "You can't do that." "Who died and made you queen" Digger demanded in a snippy attitude. Dean opened his mouth, probably prepared to fire right back, but Sam jumped in with a calming, "okay. Uh, why don't you just tell us what you saw?" Digger's gaze lingered on Dean for a minute longer before he settled back in his chair and began to recite his testimony. "I saw Clay Thompson climb into Benny Sutton’s trailer through the window. Couple minutes later, Clay walked out, and Benny's dead." The boys exchanged a look. "And uh..." Dean removed a picture of Clay they'd copied from his records and held it up. "Is this the guy you saw?" "Well, he was all covered with mud, but, yeah" Digger nodded confidently. "That's Clay." Sam raised a searching eyebrow. "And are you aware that Clay Thompson died five years ago?" Not that that mattered in the slightest.
But most normal people assumed it did.
