Second book from the series She's a Gilbert ||TVD
Now she's a Fairchild-Salvatore
In which a broken girls has had enough of everyone keeping secrets due to them fearing her getting hurt. The guys falling head over heals with her. Her siblings havin...
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𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙡 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢, 𝙎𝙖𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. 𝙎𝙖𝙢'𝙨 using the laptop and Dean is happily eating a burger. Scarlett sits on the bed reading a journal.
"So, I got a theory." Sam announces.
"Yeah?" Dean asks.
"Yeah, I talked to Mr. Giggle's doctor. Turns out his incisions were sewn up with silk." Sam says.
"That's weird." Dean says.
"Yeah, nowadays it is, but silk used to be the suture of choice back in the early 19th century. It was really problematic. Patients would get massive infections. The death rate was insane." Scarlett says.
"Good times." Dean says.
"Bad times." Scarlett sticks her tongue out at Dean, who rolls his eyes.
"Right, so doctors, they had to do whatever they could to keep infections from spreading. One way was maggots." Sam says.
"Dude, I'm eating." Dean says making Scarlett laugh.
"It actually kind of worked because maggots, they eat bad tissue, and they leave good tissue. And get this. When they found our guy, his body cavity was stuffed full of maggots." Sam says.
"Dude, I'm eating! Alright, let me get this straight. So, people are getting ganked, right?" Dean asks.
"Yeah." Sam nods.
"A little "antiques roadshow" surgery, some organ theft. But why is this all sounding familiar?" Dean asks.
"Because you heard it before. When you were a kid... from Dad. Doc Benton...real-life doctor, lived in New Hampshire, brilliant and obsessed with alchemy, especially how to live forever. So, in 1816, Doc abandons his practice and..." Sam says.
Dean says, "Right, yeah, nobody hears from him for like 20 years, and all of sudden, people start showing up dead."
"My Grams told me stories, he messed with a witch once." Scarlett says.
"Dead or – or missing an organ or the hand or some other kind of part." Sams turns to look at her.
"He was cursed, to live his life in isolation. Or so the tale goes." she shrugs.
"Cause whatever he was doing was actually working. He just kept on ticking. Parts would wear out, he'd replace them. But I thought Dad hunted him down and took his heart out." Dean says.
"Yeah, I guess the Doc must have plugged in a new one." Sam says .
"All right, where's he doing the deed?" Dean asks.
"According to this, Benton's picky about where he sets up his lab. He likes dense forest with access to a river or stream or some kind of freshwater." Sam says.
