Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 19, 2016 1:37:52 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON SIX. EPISODE THIRTEEN.
"Alright, well thanks Bobby. Keep me updated on anything new." Dean hung up the phone, tossed it lightly onto the kitchen table and then wandered back into the bedroom to find his brother engrossed in a television program. "What are you watching?" Sam raised the remote and lowered the volume, turning away to face Dean. "Just trying to catch up." He paused, making a face. "So...Mel Gibson really took a turn this past year, huh?" "Or he's possessed" Dean offered up as an alternative. Sam started to laugh but Dean's expression remained serious. "Seriously, think about it." Sam tilted his head to the side, considering it. Dean gave him a second, nodded, and then inclined his own head at his discarded phone. "So, I just got off the blower with Bobby." "Oh, yeah?" Sam lifted the remote again, powering down the television. "You got anything else on this, uh, 'Mother of All' thing?" Dean shook his head. "Uh, no, nothing solid. He says it's quiet." Sam's phone on the bed beside him made a buzzing noise. "Quiet like quiet or quiet like too quiet" Sam inquired, reaching for it. Dean rolled his eyes. "When is it ever just quiet?"
Sam said nothing, still looking down at his phone with a puzzled expression. Dean eyed him searchingly. "What?" Looking up finally, Sam tossed the still open phone in Dean's direction and he caught it with one hand instinctively, cradling it against his chest for balance before holding it out and reading the message, which consisted of two numbers. "What are these, coordinates" he guessed, frowning. "Who's it from?" "I have no idea" Sam admitted, getting to his feet, moving to the end of his bed and pulling his laptop free of its case, checking out the coordinates with an online map. "Uh, Bristol, Rhode Island, where three women disappeared in the last week" he announced after a minute. "Apparently, the, uh, victims seemed to vanish into thin air." "Could be something" Dean allowed, thinking it over as Sam tried to call the mysterious number back. "So who's it from" Dean pressed when Sam hung up. "No idea" he repeated, shrugging. "It just kept ringing." "What's this all about" Dean mused aloud, trying to piece it together and coming up blank. "Could be another hunter looking for backup, throwing us a case" Sam suggested, putting away his laptop. "Who knows how many hunters I even met, working with the Campbells, you know?" He shouldered the case and reached for his duffel bag next. "But I think we should go." Dean held up both hands. "Whoa, wait. We're just gonna drop everything?" "Dude, two minutes ago you weren't doing anything" Sam reminded him. Dean squinted at him suspiciously. "Sam, you got mysterious coordinates from a mysterious Mr. "X," leading to a mysterious town where girls are mysteriously vanishing?" He stared at him incredulously.
"That doesn't throw up red flags to you??"
"Alright, well thanks Bobby. Keep me updated on anything new." Dean hung up the phone, tossed it lightly onto the kitchen table and then wandered back into the bedroom to find his brother engrossed in a television program. "What are you watching?" Sam raised the remote and lowered the volume, turning away to face Dean. "Just trying to catch up." He paused, making a face. "So...Mel Gibson really took a turn this past year, huh?" "Or he's possessed" Dean offered up as an alternative. Sam started to laugh but Dean's expression remained serious. "Seriously, think about it." Sam tilted his head to the side, considering it. Dean gave him a second, nodded, and then inclined his own head at his discarded phone. "So, I just got off the blower with Bobby." "Oh, yeah?" Sam lifted the remote again, powering down the television. "You got anything else on this, uh, 'Mother of All' thing?" Dean shook his head. "Uh, no, nothing solid. He says it's quiet." Sam's phone on the bed beside him made a buzzing noise. "Quiet like quiet or quiet like too quiet" Sam inquired, reaching for it. Dean rolled his eyes. "When is it ever just quiet?"
Sam said nothing, still looking down at his phone with a puzzled expression. Dean eyed him searchingly. "What?" Looking up finally, Sam tossed the still open phone in Dean's direction and he caught it with one hand instinctively, cradling it against his chest for balance before holding it out and reading the message, which consisted of two numbers. "What are these, coordinates" he guessed, frowning. "Who's it from?" "I have no idea" Sam admitted, getting to his feet, moving to the end of his bed and pulling his laptop free of its case, checking out the coordinates with an online map. "Uh, Bristol, Rhode Island, where three women disappeared in the last week" he announced after a minute. "Apparently, the, uh, victims seemed to vanish into thin air." "Could be something" Dean allowed, thinking it over as Sam tried to call the mysterious number back. "So who's it from" Dean pressed when Sam hung up. "No idea" he repeated, shrugging. "It just kept ringing." "What's this all about" Dean mused aloud, trying to piece it together and coming up blank. "Could be another hunter looking for backup, throwing us a case" Sam suggested, putting away his laptop. "Who knows how many hunters I even met, working with the Campbells, you know?" He shouldered the case and reached for his duffel bag next. "But I think we should go." Dean held up both hands. "Whoa, wait. We're just gonna drop everything?" "Dude, two minutes ago you weren't doing anything" Sam reminded him. Dean squinted at him suspiciously. "Sam, you got mysterious coordinates from a mysterious Mr. "X," leading to a mysterious town where girls are mysteriously vanishing?" He stared at him incredulously.
"That doesn't throw up red flags to you??"
