In the Life Afterword: A Supernatural The Long Night Sequel

Issue #52: Drinking Games [Part One]...a Supernatural TLN Sequel

“Thanks,” I replied and walked away to Breanna, discreetly giving her cut.

“You’re a pretty good actor you know,” I grinned, “I almost believed I didn’t know how to play darts.”

***

I met Isis out in the car, where she lovingly snuggled up at my side in the backseat. I scratched her ear while listening to the conversation Dean was having on the phone…with Meg.

That girl truly repulsed me. At first I thought maybe it was just me, but Breanna shared the same hatred towards her. Well, it was good to know my reaction was normal for a change. Dean and Sam seemed to have a tolerance for demons, which I found irritating since they seemed pro-kill-everything-else…well, kill everything but Interlopers and their pet husky mutt.

Dean wanted to know if Castiel had woken up, part of me really wanted to listen in to hear what Meg was saying, but I was so disgusted by Meg’s voice I hung up the idea. Besides, Dean would tell everyone. “All right, well call us if he wakes up…or you know anything. Fine thanks for your help Meg.” He said and flipped his phone shut. Sam had decided it was his turn to drive while Dean had to put up with Meg.

“What a bitch,” Dean said once he was off the phone.

“So, is Cas the same?” Breanna asked in the back seat.

“Yeah, down to the drool.” Dean says quietly, and then looked to Sam, “How’s your custard?”

“It’s alright,” Sam answered, “It’s getting better. Just wish it wasn’t like the damn tape from the ring. Man, I feel like I’m okay because I passed on the crazy”

“No you didn’t, you heard what Cas said,” Dean answered.

Sam shook his head, he didn’t want to argue, “No, lets not—”

To me and Breanna’s relief, the phone rang.

Dean answered it and to my dismay, it was a man’s voice, this time I listened, “Hey Dean, its Garth.”

“Wait—who’s this?” Dean asked.

The voice answered, “We worked together on that demon thing? You owe me one.”

“Oh yeah,” Dean remembered, to be honest I didn’t. Who was this guy?

“How are you doing?”

“I’m ready to cash in that chip, bra?”  I raised my eyebrows, bra? What is wrong with this guy? Is he really a hunter?

“There’s something brewing in Junction City Kansas,”

I looked at Breanna, who knew I had been listening in, “well, looks like we just found our next case.”

***

Sam and Dean walked in in the morgue wearing their tuxedos, led by a Doctor.

“Gentleman…this is corporal Brown.”

The scrawny guy turned in his army uniform, it was Garth.

“Corporal James Brown,” Garth lied convincingly. I’m shipping off to the A.F. maῆana.” He replied casually. “I’m here to pay my respects to my cousin because I will not be able to attend the funeral.”

The doctor replied, “That must be terrible for your family, loosing two relatives so fast.”

“Yeah, my aunt…she’s real broken up about it.”

Sam tried to speed this up, “Hey doc, can we see both files of those victims.” The doctor nodded and  handed him the papers as his phone went off. He walked into another room.

“You didn’t say they were brothers!” Sam said quickly to Garth.

“Dude—I just found out about the other corpse.” Garth replied, “And started moving quick, I’m just sucking up info as I go.”

Dean mocked Garth’s outfit, “What are you allergic to a suit?”

“No,” Garth replied, straightening his jacket out, “I just look good in a uniform.”

***

We had the passenger car door open, as Breanna laid sprawled out in the seat in boredom. Isis ran around outside, taking her time smelling each individual tree and branch.

“I can’t believe they made us wait out in the car!” Breanna cried, sitting up, grabbing a can of pop and cracking it open.

I shrugged while I leaned against the side of the car heavily, “Eh, you’re not missing much, mostly just a lab, and a broken body.” I replied.

“Then why are we here?” She harrumphed.

“Just in case there is some weird way the monster kills them, or carves a symbol into them or something.”

“Well,” She laughed, “At least you got to see Dean in his suit, other than his birthday suit.”

“Yeah,” I laughed in reason, “You know Sam isn’t that bad either, you should give him a chance.”

She laughed even harder, “Why, so he can  hug me with his side burns? Uh-huh!” She stated. I grinned.

“You know, that haircut of his kinda grows on you.” I smiled, “I really can’t imagine him without it.” 

***

Garth told Sam and Dean all he knew of the case.

"The ghost of Jenny…whatever.”

“Yea that’s just it.” Garth stated, “I torched her bones.”

Sam scrolled through the doctors computer, “Yeah well maybe she’s still got something laying around.”

“Doubtful,” Garth replied, “The chick was homeless. Plus is it just me or is this less evil spirit and more monster chow?”

Dean nodded in reason, most evil spirits didn’t tear apart their victims. “Werewolf maybe?” He hoped not, Hope had just gotten patched up by Castiel before he traded places with Sam. The last thing Hope needed was to tango with another wolf, even though werewolf were just vicious humans with claws and fangs. They were pretty bad ass. But not as bad ass as Hope.

“The witness said that whatever was chasing victim numero uno was invisible,”

Dean chuckled nervously, “So uh, invisible ghost werewolf?”

Garth shrugged, “Why do you think I called in for backup?”

Sam replied, “Hey, did either of you hear of Thighslapper Ale?”

Garth turned, “Is that a stripper or a beverage?”

“Uh, number one Microbrew in the Northwest,” Sam answered uncertainly as he read the computer screen.

Garth looked at him in confusion, “But we’re in Kansas.”

Dean rolled his eyes, Kansas was part of the northwest. If Garth did not even know that it was a good thing they were there. He looked at Sam, what did beer have to do with this case?  “What’s your point?”

“The owner is the dad to the two dead brothers.”

“Right,” Garth says walking out. “I’ll can the uniform, go federal. See you at the brewery in 40.”

Sam shook his head, looking at Dean in annoyance. It was Dean’s fault they had to work this case with some annoying scrawny guy.

Dean chuckled looking at the swinging door. “He grows on you.” He stated.

***

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