ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ||ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ

ꜱɪɴ ᴄɪᴛʏ (ᴘᴛ 1)

Bobby is working on the Colt, while Dean and Y/N melt metal into bullets. Bobby looks at a magnifying glass at the Colt and looks at a diagram of a part.

"Hey," Sam says, walking in.

"Hey, what's up?" Y/N asks, looking up to her younger brother, Dean shortly following.

"Might've found some omens in Ohio. Dry lightning, barometric-pressure drop."

"Well, that's thrilling," Dean says. Sam walks closer.

"Plus, some guy blows his head off in a church, and another goes postal in a hobby shop before the cops take him out."

"Even more thrilling," Y/N says.

"Might be some demonic omens."

"Or it could just be a suicide and a psycho scrapbooker."

"Yeah, but it's our best lead since Lincoln."

"Where is Ohio?" Y/N asks.

"Elizabethville," he replies. "It's a half-dead factory town in the rust belt."

"There's got to be a demon or two in South Beach," Dean says.

"Sorry. Maybe next time," Sam says, smiling. "How's it going, Bobby?"

"Slow."

"Eh, I tell you, it's a little sad seeing the Colt like that," Dean says.

"Well, the only thing it's good for now is figuring out what makes it tick."

"So, what makes it tick?" Sam asks. Bobby looks up, not amused. Sam holds his hands up in amusement. Dean rises.

"So, if we want to go check out these omens in Ohio..." Y/N says teasingly, straight-faced, "...you think you can have that thing ready by this afternoon?" Sam and Dean chuckle. Bobby stares at her incredulously.

"Well, it won't kill demons by then," Bobby pauses. "But I can promise you it'll kill you."

"Love having these talks with you," Y/N says as she rises.

"All right, come on, we're wasting the daylight," Dean says, smiling as he rises.

"See you, Bobby," Sam says. The three start to leave.

"Hey! You three run into anything - anything - you call me." They nod and head out.

==

The three arrive at a church and they are all dressed in formal attire, talking with a priest.

"There's not much left for the insurance company. It was a suicide - I saw it myself," he explains.

"Well, this shouldn't take long, then," Dean says. The priest sighs and looks up toward the balcony above the doors.

"That's where Andy did it. It's the first time I'd seen him in weeks. He used to come every Sunday."

"When did he stop?" Sam asks.

"Probably about... two months ago? Right around the time everything else started to change."

"Change how?" Y/N asks.

"Oh, let's just say this used to be a town you could be proud of. People cared about each other. Andy sang in the choir, and then one day, he just... wasn't Andy anymore. It was like he was..."

"Possessed?" Sam suggests.

"You could say that. Gambled away his money, cheated on his wife, destroyed his business. Yes, like a switch had flipped."

"Father, did you know that man who killed those folks in the hobby shop?" Y/N asks.

"Sure, Tony Perkins."