As It Was - Dean Winchester

Part 52

"What do you mean you don't think it will work, Bobby? It's a demon-dispelling ritual," Sam said into the phone. I gave him a look, saying 'I told you so', before turning back my attention to my computer. 

A knock on the window made me look up, and the vision of Dean Winchester greeted me. I waved for him to come in.

"Well, maybe Will got the translation wrong," Sam countered into the phone. 

"There's nothing wrong with my translation, Sammy. You need to hang up," I mumbled, as Dean walked through the door and began to make his way over. 

"Look, we can't just let Dean fry in hell while we—," Sam paused and listened to whatever Bobby was telling him. "Well, there's got to be something that w—"

"Sam," I warned, and the younger Winchester looked up at his approaching brother.

"Oh, ah, yeah, no, ah, I I gotta go. Uh. Okay. Never mind." He hurried to hang up his phone and closed his computer.

"Hey. Who was that?" Dean asked, looking at his brother.

"Ah, I was just ordering pizza."

I almost choked on my coffee at Sam's poor explanation and horrible improvisation skills. Dean's furrowed his brows in confusion, looking around at all the restaurant's guests as if to assure himself that he was, in fact, standing in a restaurant. 

"Dude, you do realize that you're in a restaurant?" Dean glanced over at me as if waiting for me to confirm.

"Yeah. Yeah. Oh, yeah. I ... just felt like pizza, you know?" Sam offered a tightlipped smile. I rolled my eyes. 

"I'm not really a fan of pizza," I mumbled, leaving Sam to fend for himself. The look I received told me he would blame me if he was busted, so I flashed my prettiest smile to him.

"O-kay, Weirdy Mcweirdertons," Dean commented, sitting down next to me. He cleared his throat. "So, I've been looking for a new case, but I couldn't find anything. You guys find something?"

Sam shook his head, but I turned my computer around. "Cicero, Indiana," I said and felt Dean shift next to me. I glanced at him in my peripheral but decided to ignore him for the moment.

"Yeah?" Sam asked, urging me to elaborate.

"A man fell on his power saw," I smirked when I noticed both brothers' skeptical looks.

"And? What, that's it? One power saw?" Sam furrowed his brows.

"Well, kind of." 

"And you think that this is a case?" Sam asked doubtfully.

"I'm not sure, but I want to go check it out."

"I don't know, Will. I – I –"

I cut Sam off with a sigh. "Look, the power saw guy is the first death that ended up in the papers, but it seems like there have been multiple freak accidents in the last few months. The only problem is that the morgue isn't digitalized, so I can't hack it to see if the deaths are related in any way. It might be nothing, but it's still worth going there."

"Cicero, Indiana. Why does that sound familiar to me?" Dean mumbled, furrowing his brows deep in thought. Suddenly he snapped his fingers. "Lisa Braeden." 

I rolled my eyes. The younger Winchester sighed exhaustedly but smiled as he leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. "Should I even ask?"

"Remember that road trip I took, uh... gosh, about eight years ago now?" Dean reminisced. "You were in Orlando with Dad wrapping up that banshee thing."