Dearest Beth

10. Family Remains

INT. CAR - NIGHT

Sam woke from sleeping in the backseat of the car. Dean and Beth were studying some papers.

"What are you two doing?" Sam asked.

"What's it look like we're doing?" Dean shot back.

"Like you two are looking for a job."

"Yahtzee."

Sam sat up. "We just finished a job like two hours ago. Beth looks exhausted."

Beth nodded. "Yeah, he woke me up."

Dean glared at her before saying, "Adrenaline's still pumping, I guess. So, what do you two think... Cedar Rapids, Tulsa, or Chi-Town?"

Beth frowned at him. "I think..." Dean looked at her expectantly, "I want to get some sleep."

"Relax, Beth. You will."

"When?"

Sam looked between them before saying, "I am all for working. I really am. And I think Beth might be, too. But you got us chasing cases nonstop for like a month now. We need sleep."

"Yeah, we can sleep when we're dead," Dean said.

"You're exhausted, Dean."

"I'm good."

Beth looked at him and shook her head. "No, you really aren't. You're running on fumes, and you can't run forever."

Dean looked between them. "And what am I running from?"

"From what you told us," Sam replied. "Or are we pretending that never happened?"

"Stratton, Nebraska. Farm town. A man gets hacked to death in a locked room inside a locked house. No signs of forced entry."

Beth yawned and said, "Sounds like a ghost."

"Yes, it does."

Sam sighed and flopped back down. Beth sighed and curled up in her seat and closed her eyes.

EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY

As the Impala drove into the house road, there was a SOLD sign hidden in the grass.

INT. FARM - DAY

INT. HOUSE - DAY

"Boy, three bedrooms, two baths, and one homicide," Dean said. "This place is gonna sell like hotcakes."

They entered the kitchen and opened cabinets. Dean spotted something on an empty piece of wall and said, "Hey, check this out." He knocked on the wall to find it hollow. "Huh."

"It's probably a dumbwaiter," Sam guessed. "All these old houses had them."

"Know-it-all."

"What?"

"You said..."

"What?"

"Never mind."

They entered a bedroom.

After looking around, Dean said, "Well, no bloodstains, fresh coat of paint; it's a bunch of bupkis."

"Needle's all over the place," Sam noted.

"Yeah - power lines."

"Great," Sam and Beth muttered.

They looked in the closet and saw a doll head on the floor.

"Uh..." Sam began.

"Well, that's super disturbing," Dean commented.

"Think it got left behind?"