It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester [Part 2]
Here it is! The extremely late-coming part 2 of It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester [the Remake]
A quick recap of where we left off: Sam and Dean we're speaking with Mrs. Wallace about the strange events the surrounded the death of her husband. While Sam spoke with her in the living room, Dean scanned the kitchen with the EMF meter - which reacted off the charts. Ghost, definitely a big nasty ghost.
Same day
"Fuck." Sam rubbed his forehead, once again he'd hit the door frame of the car, being tall had its advantages but Sam was pretty sure if he made it to forty years old, he'd have severe brain damage due to repeated head trauma caused by door frames. He grabbed the duffel bag full of book from the car and made his way to their motel room, still rubbing his forehead.
Sam made sure to duck more than he needed to as he walked through the doorway, "You know you could help with unloading the car, Dean." Sam shouted, he chucked the books on to the nearest bed at the same time Dean appeared out of the washroom he'd changed out of his suit and back into his regular clothes.
"I'll be back," Dean said the minute he saw Sam, "got a thing to do." Dean picked up his keys and dropped them into his pocket, which had two twenty dollar bills he'd snaked from Sam earlier. "Won't be long, try not to miss me." Dean added while turning the door knob and disappearing out the door.
Sam blinked, even if he spent another four years, 24/7 with his brother he was positive that he would never understand how it was that Dean was able to change clothes so quickly, he hadn't even been in the room for more than four minutes and from what Sam could see looking into the bathroom, Dean had managed to undress, hang up the suit and put on his regular clothes and boots in that short time.
Sam took out his laptop and turned it on, then walked over to the counter where the coffee maker sat. When Dean went on these little errands it was the only time Sam dared to make tea, a habit he'd picked up at college after suffering the effects of severe coffee hangover during exam week. When Dean last saw him drink tea there were no end to the comments comparing Sam to British old ladies for about a month.
The chime of Windows operating system rung out in the quiet of the room, Sam smiled savoring these moments when he could enjoy the simple pleasures he was often deprived of. Sam dropped a tea bag into a mug of boiling water and carried it over to the table where his laptop sat. He opened a new Microsoft word document and began to type out the information that they'd collected from Mrs. Wallace, since about three years ago when Sam had to get a new laptop he had started documenting and recording all of their cases, just the way their dad.
He grabbed the duffel bag full of books and placed next to his laptop, most of the books had various stamps from libraries all over the country. Sam couldn't help feeling a little guilty every time he looked at the unreturned books. One long car ride Sam spent the time calculating how much money they owed all these libraries based on the various return dates. It was more $2000. Some of the other books were from Bobby's collection with little scribbles written between the margins and lines of the text. Bobby's handwriting as well as Sam's dad's.
Sam blindly picked one up, normally he'd say this was a regular run of the mill ghost but from what Dean had said about the EMF reader freaking out and the fact that he'd never heard of a ghost being able to stick razor blades into candy. Ghost was actually the last thing expected for the razor blade in candy urban legend.
First thing he had to do was find out if there were anything in the area which could have screwed with the EMF's reading. Sam tried calling up the cities hydro department and sweet talked a secretary into finding out if there were any electrical problems or hydro wires being replaced, which there were none of in Mrs. Wallace's area.
Sam closed his cellphone just as Dean burst through the door carrying a bag of candy in his right hand and chewing on gummy vampire-teeth. Dean slammed the door behind him and with his mouth full he shouted, "Howdy Sammy, nose to the grindstone already? Dork."
A quick recap of where we left off: Sam and Dean we're speaking with Mrs. Wallace about the strange events the surrounded the death of her husband. While Sam spoke with her in the living room, Dean scanned the kitchen with the EMF meter - which reacted off the charts. Ghost, definitely a big nasty ghost.
Same day
"Fuck." Sam rubbed his forehead, once again he'd hit the door frame of the car, being tall had its advantages but Sam was pretty sure if he made it to forty years old, he'd have severe brain damage due to repeated head trauma caused by door frames. He grabbed the duffel bag full of book from the car and made his way to their motel room, still rubbing his forehead.
Sam made sure to duck more than he needed to as he walked through the doorway, "You know you could help with unloading the car, Dean." Sam shouted, he chucked the books on to the nearest bed at the same time Dean appeared out of the washroom he'd changed out of his suit and back into his regular clothes.
"I'll be back," Dean said the minute he saw Sam, "got a thing to do." Dean picked up his keys and dropped them into his pocket, which had two twenty dollar bills he'd snaked from Sam earlier. "Won't be long, try not to miss me." Dean added while turning the door knob and disappearing out the door.
Sam blinked, even if he spent another four years, 24/7 with his brother he was positive that he would never understand how it was that Dean was able to change clothes so quickly, he hadn't even been in the room for more than four minutes and from what Sam could see looking into the bathroom, Dean had managed to undress, hang up the suit and put on his regular clothes and boots in that short time.
Sam took out his laptop and turned it on, then walked over to the counter where the coffee maker sat. When Dean went on these little errands it was the only time Sam dared to make tea, a habit he'd picked up at college after suffering the effects of severe coffee hangover during exam week. When Dean last saw him drink tea there were no end to the comments comparing Sam to British old ladies for about a month.
The chime of Windows operating system rung out in the quiet of the room, Sam smiled savoring these moments when he could enjoy the simple pleasures he was often deprived of. Sam dropped a tea bag into a mug of boiling water and carried it over to the table where his laptop sat. He opened a new Microsoft word document and began to type out the information that they'd collected from Mrs. Wallace, since about three years ago when Sam had to get a new laptop he had started documenting and recording all of their cases, just the way their dad.
He grabbed the duffel bag full of books and placed next to his laptop, most of the books had various stamps from libraries all over the country. Sam couldn't help feeling a little guilty every time he looked at the unreturned books. One long car ride Sam spent the time calculating how much money they owed all these libraries based on the various return dates. It was more $2000. Some of the other books were from Bobby's collection with little scribbles written between the margins and lines of the text. Bobby's handwriting as well as Sam's dad's.
Sam blindly picked one up, normally he'd say this was a regular run of the mill ghost but from what Dean had said about the EMF reader freaking out and the fact that he'd never heard of a ghost being able to stick razor blades into candy. Ghost was actually the last thing expected for the razor blade in candy urban legend.
First thing he had to do was find out if there were anything in the area which could have screwed with the EMF's reading. Sam tried calling up the cities hydro department and sweet talked a secretary into finding out if there were any electrical problems or hydro wires being replaced, which there were none of in Mrs. Wallace's area.
Sam closed his cellphone just as Dean burst through the door carrying a bag of candy in his right hand and chewing on gummy vampire-teeth. Dean slammed the door behind him and with his mouth full he shouted, "Howdy Sammy, nose to the grindstone already? Dork."