{7.16} 𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚕𝚍 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 2

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"Sure. Um, t-that's all the way across town." George Says

"Okay!" Joyce Says

"I won't be back till 9." George Says

"See you at 8:45." Joyce Says

Sam is driving a pick-up truck. He yawns and turns on some loud rock music. His phone rings and he turns the music off before answering it.

"Hey, what's up? I'm on my way." Sam Says

Dean and Elena is sitting in a café, they are using their laptops and drinking coffee, He puts the phone on speaker.

"Yeah, not sure we're taking the safe out of town just yet." Dean Says As a Waitress refills his coffee cup.

"Here you go." She Says

"Thanks, Um, so, it turns out that mama hoarder didn't just die and leave the store to Scott." Dean Says

"She didn't?" Sam Asks

"No, listen to this. The lady spends 40 years trying to keep that place, right? Then one day she wakes up and sells. Next day, drives her car off a cliff." Dean Says

"So, uh... What, you guys think somebody cut her brakes or something?" Sam Says

"No, we think the world is full of hilarious coincidences. Oh, and there's this new company – never even tasted real estate..." Elena Says

Elena's laptop screen shows the Bicklebee Realty web page.

"...just gobbled up a huge chunk of Main Street. Now, I could be off the deep end here, but doesn't that seem weird to you?" Elena Says

Sam doesn't respond, Dean and Elena share a look.

"Sam? Sam?" Dean Says

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, sounds good. Keep me posted." Sam Says

"Sounds good? Are you all right?" Elena Asks

"You know they say that, uh, sleep deprivation is an "enhanced interrogation technique"? Sam Says

"Yeah." Dean Says

"Trust me, it's torture." Sam Says Then hangs up.

CAFE

Dean clicks on "Corporate Contact" on the Bicklebee Realty web page. A message pops up reading "We're sorry, the site you are trying to access has been blocked."

"Son of a bitch." Dean Says

"What's Up?" Elena Asks

"Turns out the sites blocked, how about you try." Dean Says

"Got it." She presses a few buttons, but nothing happens. "Damn it, What do we do now?" Elena Says

"I got an idea." Dean Says

He makes a call to Frank, Who is eating from a can in his trailer.

"This better be good." Frank Says

"Frank, hey, I don't mean to double-dip in your crazy sauce. No offense." Dean Says

"None taken, fudge pop." Frank Says

"But I think I found something." Dean Says

"My silence is your cue, Dean." Frank Says

"All right, so, there's this new company that's buying up a whole bunch of, uh, mom-'n'-pops in Portland, but I hit a firewall when I tried to access its site. Think you can crack it?" Dean Says

"Can a dog play poker?" Frank Asks

"I don't..." Dean Says

"The answer is yes. What's the company name." Frank Says

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