“So what do you think?” Dean looked from Sam to the open files spread on their motel mesa and back again, ligtas to hear his brother’s theory now they were in the privacy of their room.
“Honestly?” Sam said, skimming a piece of paper, flicking it back to another one, then back to the first again. “I think it’s some kinds of vengeful spirit. Maybe these women did something to cause or contribute to their sons’ deaths... I mean, both victims’ throats were slit, cleanly and quickly. Maybe their ghosts are back to remind them of it...”
“...and kill them for it. Okay, interesting spin. But I don’t know, man. Something about this seem wrong to you?”
Sam let a slight frown flicker across his brow. “Like what?”
Dean let out a heavy sigh. “Do I look like I have any madami ideas? Look, we’ll go for vengeful spirits unless something else happens for us to tanong it.”
Sam nodded in agreement, but in some ways saw his brother’s point. If it was a usual vengeful spirit case, it tended to be the same spirit haunting different people that were all linked somehow, but these two women saw two different boys before dying – both their sons – and, so far, Sam couldn’t find any link or acquaintance shared between the pair of them.
“What did the two boys die of?” Dean asked, tapping a biro quietly on the mesa in thought.
“Er...Sophie Bennings’ son died in a car crash...Sophie was the only other passenger and she walked away without a scratch.”
“Definitely vengeful spirit material. Okay...”
Sam paused as his brother concentrated for a minute. “So what next?”
Dean began gathering up the papers and looked at him. “Next we check out the murder scenes, and see if there’s anyone we can talk to.”
sa pamamagitan ng the time they were on the road, the sun was beating down from the sky in the midday sun, and Dean was busy eating a burger he’d insisted on buying before setting off whilst driving. The smell of the burger was combining itself with the sweltering heat inside the Impala, and, if Sam was honest, it was making him feel slightly nauseous. But he let Dean have his fun. He knew the araw Dean got separated from pagkain would be the araw he was dead. Sam almost flinched at the irony of his thoughts and focused his thoughts on the rushing scenery out the window.
When Dean and Sam reached the first victim’s house, Sophie Bennings, they found the house occupied, sa pamamagitan ng her husband. After a little badge flashing and warm smiles, they were let in to the lounge, where Carl sinabi to them to have found her there. Carl had short, very dark hair, a friendly face shadowed sa pamamagitan ng tiredness, had in a thin rope chain with a small charm dangling from his neck, and wore a simple check sando and light washed jeans.
“She was – just lying – there, and –”
Sam looked up from the floor he was pointing as and looked sympathetically at Carl Bennings; he’d Nawawala his wife and his son in the puwang of two years. Sam felt for the guy, and beneath the look on Dean’s well constructed face, Sam knew his brother did too.
“Thank you, Mr. Bennings. We can take it from here,” Sam said, laying one hand on the man’s shoulder and the other gestured towards the door to the kitchen. “We won’t be a minute, we just want a look at the room.”
“Oh...okay.” Mr Bennings nodded, went through to the kitchen, and Sam and Dean relaxed as they heard him trundle upstairs slowly.
“I don’t get it,” Sam said, sweeping the room with the EMF meter as it remained silent.
Dean wanted to voice his agreement with his brother, but stayed quiet. He was unsure about what to think too – if it was a vengeful spirit the EMF meter almost definitely would have shown up with something...