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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 9, 2009 0:37:35 GMT -5
They were at a hospital, which was creepy enough as it is. They were staring at unconscious, soon-to-be dead people and Dean was about to kill himself with the suspense of it all. He half-expected these people to open their eyes if he and his brother stared too long. Nothing was scarier than their day job. "This sucks," Dean said under his breath. "Is there any point in being here? The doctors don't know crap."
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 9, 2009 0:46:16 GMT -5
"well there might be signs of what this thing is.."
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 9, 2009 14:58:23 GMT -5
Standing in front of one of the victims (excuse me, patients), Dean examined them for anything odd. Anything that could possibly be out of the ordinary, Dean had to notice. "So she got the parents," he stated to remind himself, "What else. What do these people have to do with that? They don't even know the two who died..."
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 9, 2009 17:02:55 GMT -5
"whell hits a child sperit hout for vengance. maybe they crossed pasths with er and...i dunno did something she didnt like"
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 9, 2009 21:49:31 GMT -5
Dean shrugged. "I don't know. The victims don't really have anything...wait a second." He looked at the chart at the end of the bed and read for a bit. "This guy's 6 ft. 3 inches," he muttered thoughtfully.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 9, 2009 22:20:45 GMT -5
he fround and looked at the nextbed."six even...this ones six two...how tall were her parents? i chould be hate killings"
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 9, 2009 23:35:18 GMT -5
"I have no idea, but I'm willing to bet that they were both breaking six feet," Dean muttered. He searched through his pockets for the obits that he carried with him. Three, one was the dad, one was the mom, one was the daughter. "If they are hate killings," he went on, "You better start walking on your knees." Raising his gaze, he shot his brother a cheeky smirk.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 9, 2009 23:41:03 GMT -5
"shut up your tall too.or did youforget? your as tall as he is"he pointed to the second bed. "whatever it is its mad."
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 9, 2009 23:44:01 GMT -5
"Am not," Dean snapped playfully, "I am proudly standing at five feet and nine and a half inches." He was lying, of course, but hey, ghosts don't pick and choose and it seemed like this girl's target was six feet and above. His eyes skimmed the girl's obit for the umpteenth time. "Wanna know something strange? The parents didn't write any eulogy. They just put out a basic ad saying her name age and whatnot. It almost seems like they didn't care."
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 9, 2009 23:47:44 GMT -5
"we should go talk to neaghbors."
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 9, 2009 23:49:05 GMT -5
"Actually, you should go talk to neighbors. I'm going to the coroner to see if I can't get my hands on the autopsy report of the girl." He patted his brother's shoulder and then headed out of the room.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 10, 2009 0:19:38 GMT -5
Sam glared but walked out of the room. He found the girl’s house with little difficulty. It was a simple white house that looked like it had seen better days. The lawn was dead and crackled under his feet as he walked to the front door and peeked in. shaking his head he looked around and headed to the house next to it.
It was yellow and the opposite of the Masters house. He frowned and looked between the houses. It didn’t make sense. The whole neighborhood was neat and new looking but this house was a mess, as if it was decaying. Muttering “ookay..” he walked up to the door and knocked.
The door opened to show an middle-aged man. “Can I help you?” he asked, squinting against the sun”
“Yes, I hope you can. I’m dean Marks and I work for the weekly post. I was wondering if you knew anything about the family who lives next door.” he asked, pointing to the house.
The man looked at him before stepping out and looking where he pointed. “Yeah I do. The poor girl was found in the pool tied to a brick. Her parents didn’t care. They didn’t notice she was missing. Always yelling at her. She was a pretty girl too. Smart but she didn’t trust anyone taller than maybe five foot something? Her parents were rather tall and she was smaller than any normal six year old should be.”
Sam nodded, writing it down, just to continue with the farce. “Is there anything else?”
“She used to run away on her little bike. But the cops always brought her back. Her parents acted like happy loving parents when others were looking but it was different inside the house.”
“Thank you.” he said.
The man nodded and without a goodbye went back inside the house.
Feeling rather proud of himself he went back to the motel.
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 10, 2009 0:30:38 GMT -5
Agent Fisher Jensen had gone to the coroner's office. The woman was quite surprised at having such a handsome, young Fed ask her to dig up a file she'd long since buried under three years of deaths and tragedies. "I don't know why you would want to look at this one," she commented. "It's been a while since this happened."
"The higher ups just want to back check on any cases having to do with the Masters family," Dean said, putting his fake badge into his pocket with a professional flare. "Hope it isn't too much trouble, I'm just doing my job."
"No not at all," she said, feeling victorious as she pulled the correct file from the cabinet. "Here we are. Little Emily Masters. It says here that the cause of death was unknown..." Her brow furrowed in confusion. "That doesn't make much sense, I did that autopsy myself, the girl drowned."
"Excuse me?"
"Yes, in the pool in the back yard. I'm sure I wrote that." The coroner pondered the queer situation for a moment. "Oh right, I remember. The parents requested that the cause of death remain under wraps. I would have thought maybe it was because they were ashamed, but then again, who knows?"
"What do you mean?" Dean asked, genuinely curious, but trying to act slightly bored with the question.
"They didn't take very good care of her. I knew the family quite well, and Emily Masters was a rather neglected child. Almost like the parents didn't want her in the first place."
Dean hesitated, taking that in for a moment. Things were starting to make a bit of sense. "Thank you," he said at length, "I think that will about do it." He left without another word and went straight back to the motel to tell Sam what he learned.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 10, 2009 0:39:53 GMT -5
sam looked up from his new laptop. "so they wanted it under wraps? the man said she wasnt found right away. also she didnt like realy tall peaople, thats obvious, and she ran away frequantly on her bike. and small for her age.."
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 10, 2009 0:42:55 GMT -5
Dean undid the tie on the rental suit he was wearing. It was choking him to now end. "The parents, I found out later, were both abnormally tall, from tall families as well." Tossing the jacket on his bed, he started to loosen the top buttons of hi shirt, but couldn't get them undone. "I'm guessing, and this is just a theory: she's pissed at her parents for basically letting her die, so now she's taking it out on people." His finger slipped on the small button. "Shit, Sam, help me with this, please."
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 10, 2009 0:46:36 GMT -5
he nodded and undid the button."i think they didnt like the fact that she was practicly tiney to them. like you said, ashamed of it..what kind of parents do that? and the man said she was tied down and found int he pool."
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 10, 2009 0:49:48 GMT -5
Fighting back the urge to reach up and touch Sam's huge, helping hands, Dean turned away and back to the mirror to unbutton the rest of the shirt. "It makes me sick. I tell you, if I were her, I'd be pretty pissed off..." Something occurred to him in that moment and he stopped on the third to last button. "Hey Sam, did the guy specify what kind of bike Emily would run away on?"
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 10, 2009 0:54:38 GMT -5
"he said little something that wouldent be too big for her i suppose."he said glancing at him. he swallowed as images he wanted yet didnt want, invadedhis mind for a moment. clearing his throat he blinked and wondered what dean was going on about
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 10, 2009 1:01:22 GMT -5
"Like...maybe a tiny tricycle?" Dean inquired, pulling his damn, uncomfortable Oxford top off. "I hate suits." He opened a drawer and searched through the contents for a T-shirt.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 10, 2009 1:06:15 GMT -5
he watched him. he could swair he was drooling, his mouth hanging slackjawed. he was quiet for some time before he wiped his jaw"um...i suppse..look ill be right back"she said quickly, obvily a bit freeked about something, and was out the door in a blink. he jogged around the building and hid in the darkness, leaning against a wall. "crap.."he muttered. kicking dirt into the shadows. he heard a hiss and frowned. he slowly pushed himself off the wall and yelled as something slamed him back into it. everything started to to go dark, a strange keening sound following it.
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