habits, supernatural [ 1 ]

057. fedora guy

"Well, there's a semi-functioning bathroom and one un-rancid bedroom." Sam says.

"Define semi-functioning, and do not use the words "hole in the floor."" Dean says.

Sam holds his hands up for rock, paper, scissors. The brothers play, Dean losing.

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Dean steps into the room as Sam and Larissa set up two bedrolls next to each other.

"How does paper beat a rock? It's stupid." Dean grumbles.

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They talked to a guy earlier and are now back at the house.

"Yep. Nothing that turns a dude into a Cryptkeeper. You?" Dean asks, shutting John's journal.

"Uh, well, greater Canton turns out kind of a hot spot for weird dead bodies." Sam says.

"Hmm. You don't say." Dean says.

"Yeah. News archives." Sam says, turning the laptop to Dean. "They're not exactly reporting, uh, mummifies. But still, uh-- 1928, three deaths cited as spontaneous combustion. Bodies, quote, 'shriveled despite no signs of fire.'

"Little stretch, but okay."

"'74..." Sam hits a button. "Three bodies found with leathery decay. Uh, '57..." He hits a button again. "Three more. Severe dehydration. This time one made the front page. Girl named Terry Cervantes found a corpse near her church."

"Any pattern here other than the location?"

"Random vics, random years. But they seem to drop in threes."

"That's two down, one to go. All right, let me drive for a sec."

"What, are you gonna look up more anime, or are you strictly into Dick now?" Sam asks. Larissa chokes on her soda, giggling at the phrasing. Sam grins proudly at getting her to laugh, it being somewhat of a hard task since Bobby's death.

"Are those local feeds?" Sam asks.

"Yeah." Dean nods.

"How did you do that so fast?" Sam asks.

"A little tutorial from Frank. Don't worry. We'll pretend this never happened. Now, mummy numero dos was, uh, found at the Gas n' Sip near Main Street, correct?"

"Yeah."

Dean types something in.

"All right, well, here's all the cameras around that store."

"You need to teach me that trick." Sam says. Larissa softly smiles at his fascination with the computer skills that Dean has and he doesn't.

"Hey, check it out. Timberlake." Dean points out.

"Wait a sec." Sam turns the laptop to him.

"You can't let me bask in the glory for one second, can you?" Dean asks.

"Shut up. Look." Sam shows a close up of a guy on the feed. He's in a fedora and coat.

"He hasn't aged a day, has he? All right, well, if he's been popping up for decades now, then somebody's bound to know who he is, right? Is there any chance that, uh, Terry's still local?" Dean asks.

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They staked out a house and when they saw fedora guy, they got out to investigate. Though, Dean got stolen in a bright, red burst of light.

Sam and Larissa are back at the abandoned house and going over the research. Sam is biting his nail, eyes flicking over the research at a fast pace.

"Okay, Sammy. Hey, hey." Larissa steps in front of him. She cups his face, getting him to look at her. "Hey. It's okay. We will find Dean and we will get him back."