Supernatural Magical Mystery Roadtrip part 3
The next morning over breakfast, Dean sat on the motel bed, a local paper sprawled before him. Sam rested at the small table staring at his laptop.
"Ther all men, between the ages of twenty-five and forty. All single. They each went to the bar on seperate Saturday's. All reported MIA Monday morning when they were supposed to be at work." Sam read.
"Any tie-in with jobs?"
"Let's see, a postman, one guys worked for the DMV." Dean snorted, Sam resumed his list. "Grocery store produce manager slash volunteer fireman."
"Civil servants?" Dean offered.
"Um, no. The last four are a mechanic, a pet store clerk, a bank teller and an unemployed actor."
"Well, of course he's unemployed, he's in Indiana!" Dean scoffed.
"Well, he may be the best place to start. His sister reported him missing Monday whe he was supposed to show up and do some work at her bakery. "Sam tapped his fingers on the table. "Family member is a better lead then an employer."
"And," Dean grinned from ear to ear. "It's a bakery."
Sam smiled and shook his head.
****
On the outside, Susie's Snacks appeared to be a small family bakery in the heart of middle America. Inside was another story. The deceivingly large shop was anything but quaint and quiet. Four woman bustled behind the counter covered in various degrees of flour and fondant. A chandelier hung from the ceiling over an elegantly set table. The gold cutlery shimmered in the drench of sun from the open door.
The display cas overflowed with tempting treats of different shapes and sizes.
For Dean, the smell was Heaven. It was a mix of chocolate and bananas, with just a hint of cinnamon. He closed his eyes and inhaled. 'Wait!' he thought. 'Gingerbread!' He let the aroma guide him to the counter, eyes wide at the selection of treats. The woman continued their work, unaware of the men wandering the shop.
Sam began flipping through a book near the table. Pages and pages of massive cakes graced the binder. One caught Sam's attention. A sad smile met his eyes. It was a three tiered wedding cake with white frosting. It was decorated with lilac hydrangea. Exactly what Jessica use to say she'd want at their wedding. He stare at the page, remembering the way she'd laugh describing the grand affair.
"I'll take two, no no, three, snickerdoodles." Dean's voice pulled Sam back to the bakery.
Sam sauntered over to Dean's side and eyed him quizzically.
"Dude, they have snickerdoodles! Do you know how long it's been since I've eaten a snickerdoodle?" Dean flashed him a thumbs up.
Sam smiled apologetically to the woman behing the counter. "My partner, Agent Page, seems to have forgotten we're on a case." He pulled his fake FBI credentials from his jacket and flashed them at her.
"Well, Agent Plant!" Dean flashed his badge at the woman, never taking his eyes off Sam. "You, forgot lunch, so apparently we're even." Dean turned to the woman and smiled with all his charm. "Now, if we could speak to Susan Worth for a moment."
The woman peered over her tortise shell glasses. "I'm Susan Worth, and I'd say your moment is about up." Dean took the cookies she offered and exchanged thim for a five dollar bill.
"People don't come back for the freindly service do they?" Dean finished the sentence by devoring half of one of the cookies. Before the baker could answer, Dean's eyes rolled in the back of his head. He began moaning and groaning in a very embarressing fashion.
"No, they don't." Susan brushed a stray blonde hair out of her face. "So what? You're Feds? About my brother? Is it really that hard to read the police report?"
Sam licked his lips and glanced at Dean who was now lost in his second snickerdoodle. "Um, Ms. Worth, we were hoping to find something they didn't. Is there anything you can think of that they may have missed or overlooked?"
"You wanna find something they didn't, Hot Shot? Find my brother. One minute he's hanging out with friends at that crazy new bar then he's gone. No call, no letter. Hell his car is still in the parking lot!" She threw her hands on the counter to steady herself. Sm waited for Dean to offer anything, but he continued to munch on cookies. "Would you mind if we take a look at his car?"
"Knock yourself out, Kojack," Susan tossed him a set of keys from her pocket. "He doesn't have anything worth anything in that hunk of junk anyway."
"Thank you, um what? Which car?" Sam pulled Dean toward the exit.
Susan rolled her eyes. "Brown Buick. License plate starts with an X and ends in 85."
Sam drug a waving Dean out the door. The older WInchester was still lost in his cookie ecstacy.
When the two hunter's hit the fresh air, Dean seemed to snap out of his dessert haze. "So, think we'll fing anything in this guys car?"
"Who knows?" The climbed into the impala and headed back for the bar.
*****
The brown Buick was easier to find than they had thought. The driver's window was down and a feminine body was bent inside, her lower half wiggling outside the car.
"Excuse me." Dean spoke directly to the lady's shapely behind.
The girl stood up and turned to smile at the brothers. "Hi there gorgeous. Couldn't wait to see me I hope?" Tora ran her fingers through her long hair. "Wow, you look good in a suit."
"It's his uniform, for work." Dean leaned toward Sam trying to get Tora to look at him. "He's FBI. And we are investigating the disappearance of the guy whose car your sweet ass is hanging out of."
"You're Feds?" Tora asked Sam and waited for him to nod in response, He did slowly and she collapsed into his arms in relief. "Thank God! Scotty's been gone for two weeks, it's about time some real officers come to help." Tora nuzzled her chin into Sam's chest.
"Ma'am, you know, six other men have disappeared and they were all last seen here, at this bar." Dean ignored the way Tora rubbed her hand across Sam's chest.
"I hadn't realized it was that many. I assumed some of them had just quit coming to the bar. But Scott, I knew he wouldn't just stop without saying something. He'd been here every Saturday since we opened. When Susan called asking for him. I knew something was up."
"Wait," Sam pushed away so he could look at her. "Susan Worth called you? Looking for Scott? When?"
"Last Monday. She called the bar, said she wanted to talk to Scott. I told her he wasn't here." Tora furrowed her brow at Sam.
Dean bit his lip and eyes his little brother. "Thanx for your help Tora. We'll be in touch." Sam turned first heading back to the Impala with head tilted in a thinking position.
Once in the car Dean looked at him. "So, what was that all about?"
"Scott Worth was reported missing Monday of this week. That would mean he's been gone almost a week. Tora said he hasn't been to the bar in two weeks."
"So what? The sister? I mean, she was crabby but why all those other men first?" Dean inserted the key into the ignition.
"Cleansing ritual? Sacrifices? I don't know. That bakery was awfully nice for a small town." Sam pulled his tie loose.
Dean wrinked his nose. "Are you suggesting, Sacrifices for Snickerdoodles? Does weird ever take a vacation?"
"Or, it could be a witches coven. Killing off men, becoming successful."
"Witches?" Dean smacked the steering wheel. "Man, the Gods must hate me!!"
"On the contrary," Castiel's head poked between the brothers form the backseat of the car. Dean flinched slightly. "There is only one God, and history indicates he is rather fond of keeping you alive. If He finds you pleasing is, I suppose, irrelavant to him."
Sam huffed in Dean's direction and crossed his arms.
"Wait," Dean guided the Impala onto a side road. "How is this my fault? I didn't even know he was listening, but just in case, I didn't use any retoricle questions. Just like we talked about!"
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"Ther all men, between the ages of twenty-five and forty. All single. They each went to the bar on seperate Saturday's. All reported MIA Monday morning when they were supposed to be at work." Sam read.
"Any tie-in with jobs?"
"Let's see, a postman, one guys worked for the DMV." Dean snorted, Sam resumed his list. "Grocery store produce manager slash volunteer fireman."
"Civil servants?" Dean offered.
"Um, no. The last four are a mechanic, a pet store clerk, a bank teller and an unemployed actor."
"Well, of course he's unemployed, he's in Indiana!" Dean scoffed.
"Well, he may be the best place to start. His sister reported him missing Monday whe he was supposed to show up and do some work at her bakery. "Sam tapped his fingers on the table. "Family member is a better lead then an employer."
"And," Dean grinned from ear to ear. "It's a bakery."
Sam smiled and shook his head.
****
On the outside, Susie's Snacks appeared to be a small family bakery in the heart of middle America. Inside was another story. The deceivingly large shop was anything but quaint and quiet. Four woman bustled behind the counter covered in various degrees of flour and fondant. A chandelier hung from the ceiling over an elegantly set table. The gold cutlery shimmered in the drench of sun from the open door.
The display cas overflowed with tempting treats of different shapes and sizes.
For Dean, the smell was Heaven. It was a mix of chocolate and bananas, with just a hint of cinnamon. He closed his eyes and inhaled. 'Wait!' he thought. 'Gingerbread!' He let the aroma guide him to the counter, eyes wide at the selection of treats. The woman continued their work, unaware of the men wandering the shop.
Sam began flipping through a book near the table. Pages and pages of massive cakes graced the binder. One caught Sam's attention. A sad smile met his eyes. It was a three tiered wedding cake with white frosting. It was decorated with lilac hydrangea. Exactly what Jessica use to say she'd want at their wedding. He stare at the page, remembering the way she'd laugh describing the grand affair.
"I'll take two, no no, three, snickerdoodles." Dean's voice pulled Sam back to the bakery.
Sam sauntered over to Dean's side and eyed him quizzically.
"Dude, they have snickerdoodles! Do you know how long it's been since I've eaten a snickerdoodle?" Dean flashed him a thumbs up.
Sam smiled apologetically to the woman behing the counter. "My partner, Agent Page, seems to have forgotten we're on a case." He pulled his fake FBI credentials from his jacket and flashed them at her.
"Well, Agent Plant!" Dean flashed his badge at the woman, never taking his eyes off Sam. "You, forgot lunch, so apparently we're even." Dean turned to the woman and smiled with all his charm. "Now, if we could speak to Susan Worth for a moment."
The woman peered over her tortise shell glasses. "I'm Susan Worth, and I'd say your moment is about up." Dean took the cookies she offered and exchanged thim for a five dollar bill.
"People don't come back for the freindly service do they?" Dean finished the sentence by devoring half of one of the cookies. Before the baker could answer, Dean's eyes rolled in the back of his head. He began moaning and groaning in a very embarressing fashion.
"No, they don't." Susan brushed a stray blonde hair out of her face. "So what? You're Feds? About my brother? Is it really that hard to read the police report?"
Sam licked his lips and glanced at Dean who was now lost in his second snickerdoodle. "Um, Ms. Worth, we were hoping to find something they didn't. Is there anything you can think of that they may have missed or overlooked?"
"You wanna find something they didn't, Hot Shot? Find my brother. One minute he's hanging out with friends at that crazy new bar then he's gone. No call, no letter. Hell his car is still in the parking lot!" She threw her hands on the counter to steady herself. Sm waited for Dean to offer anything, but he continued to munch on cookies. "Would you mind if we take a look at his car?"
"Knock yourself out, Kojack," Susan tossed him a set of keys from her pocket. "He doesn't have anything worth anything in that hunk of junk anyway."
"Thank you, um what? Which car?" Sam pulled Dean toward the exit.
Susan rolled her eyes. "Brown Buick. License plate starts with an X and ends in 85."
Sam drug a waving Dean out the door. The older WInchester was still lost in his cookie ecstacy.
When the two hunter's hit the fresh air, Dean seemed to snap out of his dessert haze. "So, think we'll fing anything in this guys car?"
"Who knows?" The climbed into the impala and headed back for the bar.
*****
The brown Buick was easier to find than they had thought. The driver's window was down and a feminine body was bent inside, her lower half wiggling outside the car.
"Excuse me." Dean spoke directly to the lady's shapely behind.
The girl stood up and turned to smile at the brothers. "Hi there gorgeous. Couldn't wait to see me I hope?" Tora ran her fingers through her long hair. "Wow, you look good in a suit."
"It's his uniform, for work." Dean leaned toward Sam trying to get Tora to look at him. "He's FBI. And we are investigating the disappearance of the guy whose car your sweet ass is hanging out of."
"You're Feds?" Tora asked Sam and waited for him to nod in response, He did slowly and she collapsed into his arms in relief. "Thank God! Scotty's been gone for two weeks, it's about time some real officers come to help." Tora nuzzled her chin into Sam's chest.
"Ma'am, you know, six other men have disappeared and they were all last seen here, at this bar." Dean ignored the way Tora rubbed her hand across Sam's chest.
"I hadn't realized it was that many. I assumed some of them had just quit coming to the bar. But Scott, I knew he wouldn't just stop without saying something. He'd been here every Saturday since we opened. When Susan called asking for him. I knew something was up."
"Wait," Sam pushed away so he could look at her. "Susan Worth called you? Looking for Scott? When?"
"Last Monday. She called the bar, said she wanted to talk to Scott. I told her he wasn't here." Tora furrowed her brow at Sam.
Dean bit his lip and eyes his little brother. "Thanx for your help Tora. We'll be in touch." Sam turned first heading back to the Impala with head tilted in a thinking position.
Once in the car Dean looked at him. "So, what was that all about?"
"Scott Worth was reported missing Monday of this week. That would mean he's been gone almost a week. Tora said he hasn't been to the bar in two weeks."
"So what? The sister? I mean, she was crabby but why all those other men first?" Dean inserted the key into the ignition.
"Cleansing ritual? Sacrifices? I don't know. That bakery was awfully nice for a small town." Sam pulled his tie loose.
Dean wrinked his nose. "Are you suggesting, Sacrifices for Snickerdoodles? Does weird ever take a vacation?"
"Or, it could be a witches coven. Killing off men, becoming successful."
"Witches?" Dean smacked the steering wheel. "Man, the Gods must hate me!!"
"On the contrary," Castiel's head poked between the brothers form the backseat of the car. Dean flinched slightly. "There is only one God, and history indicates he is rather fond of keeping you alive. If He finds you pleasing is, I suppose, irrelavant to him."
Sam huffed in Dean's direction and crossed his arms.
"Wait," Dean guided the Impala onto a side road. "How is this my fault? I didn't even know he was listening, but just in case, I didn't use any retoricle questions. Just like we talked about!"
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