Seeing Blind

154. #THINMAN

Sam and Sylvie were sitting at a table in the library doing research.

Dean entered the room with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. "All right. I'll be back."

"Wait. Where you headed?" Sam and Sylvie asked.

"Washington. I caught a case."

"You want us to come with?"

"Do you two want to come?"

"On a hunt? Why wouldn't we?"

"I don't know, man. 'Cause lately with you and the girls, up is down and down is sideways, you know? I-I-I don't know what you two want."

Sam and Sylvie glared at him and Dean walked over to the table.

"Okay," Dean replied. "You two want in? Fine. Sure thing." He pulled a paper from his jacket and slid it between Sam and Sylvie. "Photo leaked from the crime scene. Girl was murdered in her room, doors were locked, the windows were locked."

Sam and Sylvie looked at the selfie the girl had taken, noticing a figure in the background. Sam asked, "Who's the wallflower?"

"Exactly. Best guess -- ghost caught on film. So, you two are coming?"

Sam gathered up his laptop. "Does it look like I'm staying? Sylvie?"

Sylvie shook her head. "I promised the kids a movie. But Alana may be up for it. Hey, have you noticed anything up with her?"

Sam shrugged. "I'm not sure."

"I'm coming too," Aiden said. "Mommy too. Adah and Gideon and Brianna want the Arthur movie."

Sylvie frowned. "The Arthur... Oh. The Sword in the Stone. That is a good one."

---

They made their way to the girl's house and stood talking to the girl's mother. There was a large blood stain on the carpet. Mrs. Miles stared at it as she talked. "I scrubbed for hours. I'll have to rip up the carpet. My daughter, Casey... She picked out the color herself."

"We're... very sorry for your loss, Mrs. Miles," Sam said gently. "You mentioned Casey had no known enemies. What about at home? Anything unusual you may have noticed? Uh... Electricity acting up or lights... flickering. TV on the fritz?"

"No, no fritzing. No cold spots, either."

"Sorry. Out of curiosity, uh...Why do you mention cold spots?" Dean asked.

"I'm sorry. That must sound strange, but... it's been three days since... And the police have found nothing. I'd h -- I'd have to sell my house to afford a private investigator, so when the Supernaturalists called-"

Dean frowned and interrupted Mrs. Miles. "Whoa, hang on, sorry, uh... Supernaturalists?"

"I know to the FBI it's not exactly orthodox. But these men had answers that no one else had, and I-I owe it to Casey... to listen."

Sam frowned. "Now, they -- they brought up cold spots in relation to...?"

"Signs of the paranormal, I suppose. They're coming by today to take a look."

"And did these Supernaturalists give you a name?" Alana inquired.

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They pulled up to a diner and walked up to a van with the name "Ghostfacers" written on it.

Dean had an annoyed look before saying, "Son of a bitch."

The four of them walked into the diner and slid into the booth next to the Ghostfacers. Sam was next to Harry, Alana sat in a chair at the end. Dean was next to Ed with Aiden on his lap. Annoyed looks were obvious on the adult Winchesters' faces.