Arriving with Dean in Lily Dale, we flash our badges to the police. Getting behind the tape, I noticed the boxes on the window seal and above an old photo. Following the cord, I follow it back to the desk, where there's a sound box and a mechanical wind blower.
"Check it. All of her readings were faked. She was there for the money."
I also them notice the knocker underneath the desk, right where her thigh would've been.
***
Waking into Good Graces Cafe, I see Sam. Going to sit at his table, Dean starts rambling. Sam doesn't say anything.
"Dean..."
"He speaks." Dean exaggerates.
"You realize we're all here, on one case. We both know neither one of you would leave, knowing people keep dying. Just bite the bullet and work with one another." I persuade.
"I don't know if I can." Sam responds.
"I'm not asking you to do the impossible, I'm just asking the both of you to get your shit together and stop the killings." I snap.
"...Fine. First death, second death." Sam listed off, handing both me and Dean the files.
All of a sudden, a girl comes to the table, thinking the two boys are from the news.
"That's my bad, I can tell by your energies that you're all calm." She apologized as a familiar man walks over.
"They're FBI. I'm Russian, we can spot the law. I'm guessing you're here about the tragedies. Well, if at any time you need help, here's my card." He offers, giving his card to Sam.
I watch as he grabs a spoon, putting his hand near it.
"You can harness the power of the mind." He finished, leaving after setting the spoon down.
Taking another look at the victims, I notice something.
"Same necklace?" I ask.
"Cursed object, maybe?" Sam suggests.
"Worth looking into." I respond, seeing Sam pour a little bit of sugar. He then reaches for his spoon, only for it to break.
"He broke my spoon." He huffs. I hide my hand under the table as I bend the spoon back to its normal shape.
"Thanks."
***
Arriving at Melanie Gordon's house, I notice her walking out with one of her friends.
"Got a minute?" I ask, flashing my badge.
"Yeah. Come in." She greets.
Walking in, I don't see anything that's psychically noticeable.
"The place doesn't seem all that psychic. Either you're not into it, or you're not a psychic." I guess.
"That noticeable?" She asks with a straight face.
"Just that observant." I respond.
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Lost And Found ✔︎
Fanfiction[After 6x22 of Supernatural] Bobby, Castiel, Sam, and Dean Winchester sees a bag while cowering in fear of Castiel opening purgatory. They expected a nuke, but instead found a redhead girl with blue eyes in a fetal position, with no clothes. The bo...
