Agents of Supernatural (Marvel x Supernatural)

Sin City

Bobby was working on the Colt, while Dean melted metal into bullets. Bobby looked at a magnifying glass at the Colt and looked at a diagram of parts.

"Hey," Sam greeted as he walked into the room.

"Hey," Dean said as he looked up "How's sleeping beauty?"

"Still unconscious," Sam sighed as he looked back to where Katerina was placed.

"You sure we shouldn't take her to a hospital?" Bobby asked.

"No!" Sam and Dean exclaimed.

Sam fearing there was a Supernatural element, and Dean, because he was afraid SHIELD, would swoop her back again.

"Anyways, I might've found some omens in Ohio. Dry lightning, barometric-pressure drop," Sam revealed.

"Well, that's thrilling," Dean claimed sarcastically.

"Plus some guy blows his head off in a church and another goes postal in a hobby shop before the cops take him out. Might be demonic omens,"

"Or it could just be a suicide and a psycho scrapbooker,"

"Yeah, but it's our best lead since Lincoln,"

"Where in Ohio?"

"Elizabethville. It's a half-dead factory town in the rust belt,"

"There's got to be a demon or two in South Beach,"

Sam smiled slightly "Sorry, Hef. Maybe next time." he looked over at Bobby "How's it going, Bobby?"

"Slow," Bobby huffed.

"Eh, I tell you, it's a little sad seeing the Colt like that," Dean sighed.

"Well, the only thing it's good for now is figuring out what makes it tick,"

"So what makes it tick?" Sam asked.

Bobby looked up, clearly not amused.

Sam held his hands up in amusement.

Dean stood up from where he was sitting "So if want to go check out these omens in Ohio...you think you can have that thing ready by this afternoon?"

Sam chuckled as Bobby stared at Dean incredulously.

"Well, it won't kill demons by then, but I can promise you it'll kill you," Bobby said.

Dean smiled "All right, come on, we're wasting the daylight,"

"See you, Bobby." Sam glanced back towards where Katerina was.

"I'll let you know if anything changes," Bobby said.

Sam nodded and headed out.

***

Sam and Dean stood inside a church wearing suits.

"There's not much left for the insurance company." Father Gil explained "It was a suicide-I saw it myself,"

"Well, this should've take long, then," Dean said.

Father Gil sighed "That's where Andy did it. It's the first time I'd seen him in weeks. He used to come every Sunday,"

"When did he stop?" Sam asked.

"Probably about...two months ago? Right around the time, everything else started to change,"

"Change how?"

"Oh, let's just say this used to be a town...you could be proud of. People...cared about each other. Andy sang in the choir, and then one day, he just...wasn't Andy anymore. It was like he was..."