"After that, every time a couple moves into the house, as soon as that date comes around, the ghosts possess their bodies, and use them to relive their death-She cries about how she didn't mean it, and he finds the old hunting rifle and kills her and himself," Sam sighed, bringing a hand up to massage his temples.
"Trouble is, both were cremated-And I'm guessing, the one thing tying them there-Is the rifle. But nobody knows where it is. Every time they find the bodies, they search for the murder weapon and find nothing," He frowned, "It's gotta be hidden around the house, ghosts who haunt an area can't leave it without a body, and they never take a body outside the house-And we don't exactly have a good time limit to find it, there's a new couple in the house, just in time for the anniversary-It's tomorrow," He sighed.
Sometimes Sam couldn't help but realize just how last minute their hunts really were. You'd think you'd find out about these things a month or two before they were about to come to play, but no, they found out the day before, only thanks to a quick call from Bobby, if it weren't for the call, those two would probably already be dead and there would be no hunt, only a couple of body bags and a clean up crew. He shuddered at the thought, he wasn't particularly fond of dead bodies, though he'd seen enough in his time.
"Well?" He questioned, looking over towards his older brother with a questioning look. As much as he hated being told what to do, he was also not the leader type-It just didn't come with being a little brother, he wasn't born to tell people what to do, and that was fine. He could deal with that. Taking another sip from his water he gave a short frown, glancing towards the window searchingly, he could have sworn someone was there. Lately it felt like someone was watching them. Or, watching over them? Dean wouldn't believe him, think Sam was being neurotic or something.
He had to agree though, he didn't think the Angel's would take time out of their busy schedules to watch them work on a case like this one. Besides, he wasn't exactly fond of the Angel's, so far as he could tell, they were self-righteous, and merciless. He'd expected something different, but thinking about it, what people preached and what was actually in the Bible were two different things, and if he skimmed back through, he'd probably realize he was romanticizing them.
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Bright blue eyes stared wearily at the small hotel room, and with an unnoticed movement, the male shifted his arms to cross his chest, settling onto a park bench a few miles away, a thoughtful expression playing across his features. Castiel couldn't blame the Angel's for thinking he was getting too 'involved' with his job. He'd been ordered to watch over Dean, yes, that was true. But not so relentlessly, and obviously, not so physically.
He could have perched up with the rest of them and kept an eye open, but in all honesty, he wasn't particularly fond of the other Angels, not since he'd seen some of the work they were doing lately. Indeed, some of it seemed 'over the top', or too cruel to be the word of God, but he didn't have any room for doubt. No, whatever ends his Father was looking to achieve would be reached no matter how dim the orders seemed at times.
Just considering it made him sigh. He shouldn't think anything but the best of his Father. He didn't have to like the other Angel's, but just a glimmer of doubt was enough to send him in the direction of the 'great betrayer' himself, and Castiel wasn't interested in that sort of ending.
His eyes brushed about the area with all the innocence of a child, taking in the world for the first time. Indeed, it was beautiful, the most beautiful thing he'd seen of God's creations, this 'Earth' and it's people were remarkable, so intelligent, and so capable of many things, emotions and expressions. Even their intelligence and need to create things made him curious.
The wind played against his skin and he shivered, such a human reaction, one he wasn't familiar with, but accepted. It wasn't wise to question these things, as he'd found when he asked what had happened when he'd 'yawned' and the lady in question scurried off quickly leaving him far too confused.
Standing back up, he wandered towards the hotel, scratching a hand through his hair before appearing inside, standing beside the bed and causing Sam to jump.
"You guys really like sneaking up," Sam complained, catching his breath as he glanced at the Angel.