habits, supernatural [ 1 ]

050. on trial

The three get out of the Impala, having just gotten to town on a case.

"Feels wonky." Dean comments.

"What?" Sam asks.

"Working a regular job." Dean says.

"Bobby'll call if anything flares up on the leviathan front. In the meantime, you know you want to work this case, Dean. Cop on the wire sounded dumbfounded." Sam says.

"No arguments. It's kind of nice, you know? We're due for a little cut and dry. And, uh... you seem good." Dean says. They show their FBI badges to a cop and he lets them through.

"I am. For me. By the way... thank you." Sam says.

"For?"

"Amy. I know you didn't want to let her go, but it was the right thing to do. So, thanks."

"No problem."

~ ~ ~

"Welcome to Crazytown. Population -- one dead guy." A detective says, leading them into the apartment.

"Who was he?" Sam asks.

"Uh, Matthew Hammond. Seems to have been crushed to death." The detective says.

"By?" Dean asks.

"Well, if we weren't on the tenth floor, I'd say by a car." The detective says and he walks around. Sam takes his EMF meter out.

"It's going crazy." Sam comments.

"Some kind of ghost?" Dean asks. "With a license? License to kill?" He grins.

"Seriously?" Sam asks as Larissa rolls her eyes. "Huh."

"What do you got?" Dean asks.

"I don't know. Looks like some kind of powder." Sam says.

"Sulfur?" Dean asks.

"No. Just dirt. Could be Christine like." Sam says.

"Ugh. Even possessed cars can't do stairs. It's something spectral." Dean says. He picks a token up. "Check this out. AA, 10 years. Dead and sober." He tosses the token to Sam. "Double crappy."

"There's a charge that keeps coming up." Sam says, looking through papers. "50 bucks a month at a place called Jane's. All right. Congrats on your sobriety." He tosses the token to Dean. "Lissy and I'll go find out what Jane's is."

"I gave up AA for Lent." Dean says.

"We're not Catholic." Sam says.

"Always with the details. AA gives me the jeebs." Dean shivers.

"Huh... no." Larissa sarcastically gasps.

Dean gives her a bitchface and Sam snickers.

"Shocker." Sam quips.

"Both of you shut up." Dean orders.

"Fine. We'll hit the meeting, you go hit on Jane." Sam says.

+++

"Elizabeth Duren. Killed 10 years ago when a neighbor backed out of his driveway. Didn't see her bike, no one was ever charged. Police ruled it an accident." Sam explains.

"Let me guess. The neighbor's our tenth floor pancake?" Dean assumes and Sam nods.

"At least we know he felt bad. I mean, the flowers..." Sam says.

"Kind of makes you wonder if the guy wasn't drunk when he ran her over." Dean says, looking at the bottle in his hand.

"Probably was. His chip was for ten years. There's no way it's all a coincidence." Larissa says.