SuperPotter 2

Chapter 3 Bloodlust

Dean zooms up a 2-line with the Impala. He and Hermione had worked on the car together. Dean did do most of the work as he was afraid she would destroy the work he had done. Back in black is playing in the car with Dean grooving along to the music.

'Whoo! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?' Dean asks.

'You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let me know, Dean,' Sam tells Dean. Hermione looks up from her book from in the backseat.

'Oh, don't listen to him, baby. He doesn't understand us,' Dean tells the car as he rubs the dashboard.

'You're in a good mood,' Hermione points out.

'Why shouldn't I be?'

'No reason,' Sam answers.

'Got my car, got a case, things are looking up,'

'Wow. Give you a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mister Sunshine,' Dean laughs. Hermione hasn't seen Dean this happy which kinda worried her. If severed heads and a pile of dead cows made Dean happy.

'How far to Red Lodge?'

'Uh, about another three hundred miles,'

'Good,' Dean punches the gas.

Dean, Sam and Hermione are inside of the sheriff's office. Sam, Dean and Hermione are dressed as reporters. Hermione looks at the notepad in her hands.

'The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at this time,' The sheriff tells them.

'Sure, sure, we understand that, but just for the record, you found the first, uh, head last week, correct?' Sam asks.

'Mm-hmm,'

'Okay, and the other, a uh, Christina Flanigan,'

'That was two days ago. Is there—,' A young woman knocks on the door, she points towards her watch. 'Oh. Sorry guys, time's up, we're done here,'

'One last question—'

'Yeah, what about the cattle?' Dean asks.

'Excuse me?'

'You know, the cows found dead, split open drained...over a dozen cases,'

'What about them?'

'So, you don't think there's a connection?' Sam asks.

'Connection...with...?'

'First cattle mutilations, now two murders? Kinda sounds like ritual stuff,' Hermione points out.

'You know, like satanic cult ritual stuff?' Dean asks. The sheriff starts to laugh, hoping that the other three would join but they all looked at him with a serious face.

'You—you're not kidding,'

'No,' Dean answers.

'These cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?'

'How?' Sam asks. Hermione puts her pen against the paper ready to write.

'Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within forty-eight hours the bloat will split it open so clean it's just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that's what gravity does. But, hey, it could be Satan. What newspaper did you day you work for?'

'World Weekly News...' Dean tells the sheriff.

'Weekly World News,' Hermione corrects.

'World—'