In the Life Afterword: A Supernatural The Long Night Sequel

Somewhere Known [Part Two]...a Supernatural TLN Sequel

We ran out to River’s Edge Farm later that afternoon. The farmer, Hostler, was under lots of pressure and was not too pleased that we were bothering him.

“Listen,” He said in irritation after our third or fourth question. “I’m a busy man, people all over are losing over half of their herd and you know what that means?”

“The price of beef goes up?” Dean joked, but did not realize the truth in his sarcasm.

“Damn right it goes up! So instead of talking to you I need to be in Shipshewana, purchasing another herd. Maybe if I’m lucky I’ll break even.”

“Hang on,” Sam said, theorizing, “What do you mean by “people all over?””

“Just like I said, two other farms are having to deal with the same thing as me.” Hostler said, taking off his camoflague baseball cap to scratch the back of his head.

We were at his farm, talking alongside a pasture. I raised my head and looked at the cows. They looked to be healthy, and well taken care off. The wind shifted, catching my hair in the breeze. The cattle raised their heads and snorted, running towards the opposite pasture.

Dean looked at me, wondering several things. “Do you think we could get the address of those neighboring farms?”

Breanna had not really spoken much that day, she was in an isolation state, where for the most part she wanted to be on her own before she’d eventually return to her normal happy self. The only problem with that was she really couldn’t be isolated when she was living with Dean, Sam, including Isis and me as well. So she stayed behind.

Had I been in her state, I know what I would have done on my “free” time. I would have drawn until my fingers were sore. Drawing alone I could achieve my best, because no one was there off to the side telling me what a “good” job that I was doing when I knew I could do better. It would just be me, telling myself what I could do more. Perhaps that’s what she was doing, mentally prepping herself for the fights to come. Because even with me off to the side telling her how helpful she’s been, she won’t achieve her true potential until she herself knows she’s good, and the best she could be.

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There was a small map pinned to the wall, and we tried to think of something, anything for our next check point on where to go. Where would the thieves strike next? There were four reports, but only two were minor, and we had to base this off the farms that had industrialized in beef. That narrowed our options.

“Why wouldn’t they target here?” Sam asked incredulously as I shook my head at the map.

I pointed at the map, and then pointed a couple of blocks away. “Nearest to this farm is the cop shop, the people—or whatever’s doing this—would be mental to steal anything that close.”

Dean looked at me wryly, “Cop shop?”

That was an old term that my mom always used, “It’s too small to be called a police station,” I reasoned.

“How old are you to call a police station a cop shop? A hundred?” Breanna smiled, the first time all night. My face reddened slightly, but I let it go.

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3rd Person Perspective

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