SuperPotter 3

Chapter 11 Mystery Spot

Doris arrives with a tray with two coffees, a tea and a bottle of hot sauce. 'Two coffees, black, a English tea, and some hot sauce for the—' Doris gasps as the hot sauce falls off the tray and smashes on the floor. 'Whoops. Crap! Sorry,' She turns to the back. 'Cleanup!'

A dog barks as Sam, Dean and Hermione pass him on the street. Dean grabs the Mystery Spot flyer from Sam's hands.

'Sam, joints like this are only tourist traps, right? I mean, you know, balls rolling uphill, furniture nailed to the ceiling, they're only dangerous to your wallet,'

'Okay, look, I'm just saying, there are spots in the world where holes open up and swallow people. The Bermuda Triangle, uh, the Oregon Vortex—'

'Broward County Mystery Spot?'

'Well sometimes these places are legit,' Hermione points out.

'All right, so if it is legit, and that's a big-ass if, what's the lore?'

'Well—' Sam begins. Dean collides with a blonde girl, who is carrying a stack of paper.

'Excuse me,' The girl apologises.

'The lore is pretty frigging nuts, actually. They say these places the magnetic fields are so strong that they can bend spacetime, sending victims no one knows where,'

'Sounds like a little X-Files to me,' Dean points out. They pass two movers trying to get a desk in a door.

'Told you it wouldn't fit,' One of the movers point out.

'What do you want, a Pulitzer?' The other asks.

'All right, look, I'm not saying this is really happening, but if it is, we gotta check it out, see if we can do something,' Sam explains.

'All right, all right, we'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look,'

The hallway is neon green with a black double spiral painted on the walls and door. The door opens revealing Sam, Dean and Hermione with flashlights and her wand. Sam closes the door behind them. They move up to the hallway. Sam pulls out the EMF reader. Dean shines the flashlight around and up onto a table, lamp, and ashtray attached upside-down to the ceiling.

'Wow. Uncanny,' Dean says with a sarcastic tone. Sam examines another table with a wine glass and a poultry dinner, this one at an angle to the floor. They both move on. 'Find anything?'

Sam holds up the unresponsive EMF meter. 'No,'

'You have any idea what you're looking for?'

'Uh...yeah,' Dean raises his eyebrows skeptically. 'No,' Dean shakes his head. They both shine flashlights around other parts of the room.

'What the hell are you doing here?' Someone asks. Sam turns to look. Dean points his flashlight and handgun at the voice. The owner has a gun aimed at Dean. Dean points his gun elsewhere. Hermione quickly hides her wand.

'Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Whoa. We can explain,' Dean starts.

The owner points the gun at Sam. 'You robbing me?'

'Look, nobody's robbing you, calm down,' Sam responds.

The owner points the gun back at Dean. 'Don't move!'

'Just putting the gun down,' The owner fires. Dean falls.

'Dean!' Hermione and Sam shout. They rush over ot Dean who is struggling breathing.

'Hey!' Sam looks at the owner. 'Call 911!'

'I—I didn't mean to—' The owner struggles.

'Now!' The owner leaves. 'Hey, hey, oh, no, no, no...not like this...' Hermione moves her wand over Dean but Dean goes still. His eyes close. Hermione and Sam watches.