Post by Sam Winchester on Jan 8, 2014 14:30:12 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON ONE. EPISODE EIGHT.
Sam was sitting on the Impala's hood, scanning a recent newspaper. Every once and awhile he would look up from it and glance towards the bar that the Impala was parked outside of. It was around the dozenth time of doing this that the bar's door swung open and Dean came jogging down the steps with a triumphant grin and a wad of cash, probably around 3 grand, in one hand. "Check it out." He waved the money in Sam's face. "Seriously? Hustling pool? Again?" Sam rolled his eyes. "You know, we could get odd jobs here and there to pay for things instead of..." He waved one hand dismissively towards the money. "Hey. We work hard. We deserve to have some fun" Dean countered. "Besides, hunting is our day job. Doesn't leave much time for anything else. AND, we're good at it. Especially me." Sam sat up a little straighter. "Yeah, but hustling pool? Credit Card Fraud...come on Dean, it's not the most honest thing in the world."
Dean pocketed the cash. "Huh...honest. Fun. Honest. Fun." He weighed the two options out on his hands with fun easily winning. He grinned. "So do we have a job or what?" Sam would have lingered longer on the whole dishonesty of their money-"earning", but he knew it was hopeless. So instead, he pushed himself off of the hood and went around to stand by Dean, passing him the paper. "Maybe. Oasis Plains, Oklahoma. Dustin Burwash, a local gas company employee, died of human mad cow disease." Dean shrugged, showing no interest. "So he ate a bad burger. Why do we care?" "Yesterday" Sam finished with emphasis. "He died yesterday. Mad Cow disease spreads over months but this guy was dead within an hour of getting the disease."
Now Dean looked marginally interested. "Huh. Well that's a little weirder." Sam quirked an eyebrow. "You think?" Dean grinned again. "No need to get snippy. I believe you. Let's go to Oklahoma."
~~~
"That must be the guy there." Sam pointed to a middle aged man who was doing some paper work. As the brothers approached him, Sam called out, "Travis Wheeler?" He looked up. "Yes?" Sam glanced at Dean who spoke next. "The same Travis Wheeler who worked with Uncle Dusty?" They had worked out this cover on the way over, figuring it might work better than the feds or some other government official. Travis frowned. "Dustin never mentioned any nephews." They were ready for this too. "Really? Well he sure talked about you a lot. He said you were his best friend. And just a great person." Dean's voice was dripping with sincerity. Sam nodded profoundly. Travis shuffled his feet. "He did? That's so nice of him." Both boys nodded.
Sam took it from there. "So...we were just wondering if you could tell us what happened to him that day? We heard that the two of you were working on some project and he fell in a sinkhole?" Travis didn't look like he really wanted to recap it but he did anyway. Probably because he felt he owed some kind of explanation to Dustin's family which is why the nephews cover worked better than government ones. He explained how Dustin had fallen into the hole and he had gone to get some rope but by the time he had gotten back, it was too late. Sam looked at Dean and then back to Travis. "Do you mind telling us where exactly this hole is?"
~~~
The hole was deep, yet not very wide. As the brothers squinted down into it, they didn't notice anything particularly out of the ordinary. It just seemed like a hole. But Dustin had died in it so something had to have happened. "Alright well its not big enough for both of us. Besides, one of us has to pull the other back up" Dean commented, fetching some rope. "Do you want to flip a coin?" Sam hesitated. "Dean, we don't know what's down there." "Fine, I'll go if you're too scared." Dean started to tie a length of rope around his middle but Sam's hand shot out to stop him. "Flip the damn coin, Dean." Being called too scared to do something, especially something job-related, was a surefire way to get Sam to do it. Dean laughed. "I said I'd do it Sam." "Flip it" Sam insisted.
Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out a quarter. "Fine. Call it in the air, chicken." The coin went up, but it never came back down, due to Sam's hand reaching out and catching it mid-air. "I'm going." His tone left little room for argument. He pocketed the coin and took the rope from Dean, wrapping one end securely around his waist.
"Just don't drop me."
Sam was sitting on the Impala's hood, scanning a recent newspaper. Every once and awhile he would look up from it and glance towards the bar that the Impala was parked outside of. It was around the dozenth time of doing this that the bar's door swung open and Dean came jogging down the steps with a triumphant grin and a wad of cash, probably around 3 grand, in one hand. "Check it out." He waved the money in Sam's face. "Seriously? Hustling pool? Again?" Sam rolled his eyes. "You know, we could get odd jobs here and there to pay for things instead of..." He waved one hand dismissively towards the money. "Hey. We work hard. We deserve to have some fun" Dean countered. "Besides, hunting is our day job. Doesn't leave much time for anything else. AND, we're good at it. Especially me." Sam sat up a little straighter. "Yeah, but hustling pool? Credit Card Fraud...come on Dean, it's not the most honest thing in the world."
Dean pocketed the cash. "Huh...honest. Fun. Honest. Fun." He weighed the two options out on his hands with fun easily winning. He grinned. "So do we have a job or what?" Sam would have lingered longer on the whole dishonesty of their money-"earning", but he knew it was hopeless. So instead, he pushed himself off of the hood and went around to stand by Dean, passing him the paper. "Maybe. Oasis Plains, Oklahoma. Dustin Burwash, a local gas company employee, died of human mad cow disease." Dean shrugged, showing no interest. "So he ate a bad burger. Why do we care?" "Yesterday" Sam finished with emphasis. "He died yesterday. Mad Cow disease spreads over months but this guy was dead within an hour of getting the disease."
Now Dean looked marginally interested. "Huh. Well that's a little weirder." Sam quirked an eyebrow. "You think?" Dean grinned again. "No need to get snippy. I believe you. Let's go to Oklahoma."
~~~
"That must be the guy there." Sam pointed to a middle aged man who was doing some paper work. As the brothers approached him, Sam called out, "Travis Wheeler?" He looked up. "Yes?" Sam glanced at Dean who spoke next. "The same Travis Wheeler who worked with Uncle Dusty?" They had worked out this cover on the way over, figuring it might work better than the feds or some other government official. Travis frowned. "Dustin never mentioned any nephews." They were ready for this too. "Really? Well he sure talked about you a lot. He said you were his best friend. And just a great person." Dean's voice was dripping with sincerity. Sam nodded profoundly. Travis shuffled his feet. "He did? That's so nice of him." Both boys nodded.
Sam took it from there. "So...we were just wondering if you could tell us what happened to him that day? We heard that the two of you were working on some project and he fell in a sinkhole?" Travis didn't look like he really wanted to recap it but he did anyway. Probably because he felt he owed some kind of explanation to Dustin's family which is why the nephews cover worked better than government ones. He explained how Dustin had fallen into the hole and he had gone to get some rope but by the time he had gotten back, it was too late. Sam looked at Dean and then back to Travis. "Do you mind telling us where exactly this hole is?"
~~~
The hole was deep, yet not very wide. As the brothers squinted down into it, they didn't notice anything particularly out of the ordinary. It just seemed like a hole. But Dustin had died in it so something had to have happened. "Alright well its not big enough for both of us. Besides, one of us has to pull the other back up" Dean commented, fetching some rope. "Do you want to flip a coin?" Sam hesitated. "Dean, we don't know what's down there." "Fine, I'll go if you're too scared." Dean started to tie a length of rope around his middle but Sam's hand shot out to stop him. "Flip the damn coin, Dean." Being called too scared to do something, especially something job-related, was a surefire way to get Sam to do it. Dean laughed. "I said I'd do it Sam." "Flip it" Sam insisted.
Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out a quarter. "Fine. Call it in the air, chicken." The coin went up, but it never came back down, due to Sam's hand reaching out and catching it mid-air. "I'm going." His tone left little room for argument. He pocketed the coin and took the rope from Dean, wrapping one end securely around his waist.
"Just don't drop me."
