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single_man_tear) wrote2024-08-04 12:58 pm
single_man_tear) wrote2024-08-04 12:58 pm
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Winterset, Iowa - Sunday Morning - 1:00 AM
In the wee hours of the morning in Winterset, IA, Dean headed to the cornfield where all the bodies had been found. The key here was to find the unmarked grave of the lynched farmer before dawn and also not get killed in the process. But as he was loading up his gear from the car (Salt, crowbar, shotgun with rocksalt, more salt, kerosene, etc) there was a the sound of a “Thwump” and when Dean looked up he saw fire and smoke, not too far away from his location.
Curious, Dean started creeping towards the fire. As he got closer he saw three figures looking over the fire, a pile of dirt to the side with a couple of shovels standing upright in the dirt. There were two women and a guy standing over the pit that was on fire.
Hunters.
Two of the figures were vaguely familiar but it was the last woman who brought everything into focus.
Krissy Chambers.
Dean swore under his breath and immediately put on the ugly costume jewelry that he had purchased from Wanda months ago, instantly changing his appearance to a more older and ragged looking man. Unfortunately when he did, he made too much noise rustling around and the three hunters pulled their guns.
“Don’t shoot! I’m a friend,” Dean called out. Seeing the three pause he stepped out into the small clearing with his hands up. “Hunters? Right?”
Krissy and company relaxed slightly but kept their guns up. Smart
“You’re Lee Chambers’ girl,” Dean said, nodding at Krissy. “Krissy? I’ve worked with your father before.”
“I don’t know you,” Krissy replied.
“It’s fine. I see you’re part of the family tradition,” he said, nodding at the blazing pit before them. “Lynched farmer?”
All three of them shared a look before relaxing and putting their guns to the side. Not away. Just to their side.
“Found what we needed from local lore and used old property markers to find the right field and found an old journal that gave us an idea of where the body was buried,” Krissy replied. She nodded at her two friends. “That’s Aiden and Josephine. We didn’t realize there was another hunter on the case.”
“I did,” Dean replied as he put his hands down. “You’re lucky you didn’t get busted by the sheriff.”
The three of them shared a sheepish look. “We did alright,” Aiden said in a sheepish defense.
“Yeah, but if you got caught by the sheriff more people could have died,” Dean pointed out. “Don’t you have a backup? Do you have Garth’s numbers?”
“He pulled out of support a couple of months ago,” Josephine replied with a sigh. “Something about putting his kid in the crosshairs. We haven’t found a replacement yet.”
“Right. The thing with the eclipse.”
Dean looked over the three kids in front of him. It was seven years since he last saw them. Tried to convince them to stay out of the business but clearly that didn’t work. “Well then. You got to the body before I did. So you must know your stuff.”
He reached into his pocket and suddenly the guns were back up. “Easy,” Dean said as he slowly pulled out his wallet. “I’m trying to help you idiots.”
The three lowered their guns, but now were a bit more wary. Dean fished through all his fake business cards until he found an old one of Bobby’s which Dean still had the number for. “Here, next time you try to pull info from a police department or the coroner go in as a pair. Get yourself some cheap business suits, the feds don’t buy the expensive ones. If you need cover, call this number.”
Krissy took the number and frowned. “Tom Willis? That’s you?”
“That’s the cover,” Dean replied. “I’m James. James Hetfield. If you run into something you don’t know about, you can call me. I’ve been around and have seen a lot of things. Anyway… Good luck.”
Dean turned on his heels and walked off as the three of them started to have a hushed conversation. For Dean he didn’t want to talk to them any more than he had to. The more he stayed the more he was worried they might recognize his voice. And he definitely didn’t want them to see the Impala.
Without missing a beat, Dean got in the car and took off to the cheap motel he’d been staying at. By the time he was in his room the old number for “Tom Willis” already had a text message.
Thanks for the number. We’ll be in touch.
Dean smiled and made a reservation for Portalocity for later in the day and went to bed.
[NFI & NFB]
Curious, Dean started creeping towards the fire. As he got closer he saw three figures looking over the fire, a pile of dirt to the side with a couple of shovels standing upright in the dirt. There were two women and a guy standing over the pit that was on fire.
Hunters.
Two of the figures were vaguely familiar but it was the last woman who brought everything into focus.
Krissy Chambers.
Dean swore under his breath and immediately put on the ugly costume jewelry that he had purchased from Wanda months ago, instantly changing his appearance to a more older and ragged looking man. Unfortunately when he did, he made too much noise rustling around and the three hunters pulled their guns.
“Don’t shoot! I’m a friend,” Dean called out. Seeing the three pause he stepped out into the small clearing with his hands up. “Hunters? Right?”
Krissy and company relaxed slightly but kept their guns up. Smart
“You’re Lee Chambers’ girl,” Dean said, nodding at Krissy. “Krissy? I’ve worked with your father before.”
“I don’t know you,” Krissy replied.
“It’s fine. I see you’re part of the family tradition,” he said, nodding at the blazing pit before them. “Lynched farmer?”
All three of them shared a look before relaxing and putting their guns to the side. Not away. Just to their side.
“Found what we needed from local lore and used old property markers to find the right field and found an old journal that gave us an idea of where the body was buried,” Krissy replied. She nodded at her two friends. “That’s Aiden and Josephine. We didn’t realize there was another hunter on the case.”
“I did,” Dean replied as he put his hands down. “You’re lucky you didn’t get busted by the sheriff.”
The three of them shared a sheepish look. “We did alright,” Aiden said in a sheepish defense.
“Yeah, but if you got caught by the sheriff more people could have died,” Dean pointed out. “Don’t you have a backup? Do you have Garth’s numbers?”
“He pulled out of support a couple of months ago,” Josephine replied with a sigh. “Something about putting his kid in the crosshairs. We haven’t found a replacement yet.”
“Right. The thing with the eclipse.”
Dean looked over the three kids in front of him. It was seven years since he last saw them. Tried to convince them to stay out of the business but clearly that didn’t work. “Well then. You got to the body before I did. So you must know your stuff.”
He reached into his pocket and suddenly the guns were back up. “Easy,” Dean said as he slowly pulled out his wallet. “I’m trying to help you idiots.”
The three lowered their guns, but now were a bit more wary. Dean fished through all his fake business cards until he found an old one of Bobby’s which Dean still had the number for. “Here, next time you try to pull info from a police department or the coroner go in as a pair. Get yourself some cheap business suits, the feds don’t buy the expensive ones. If you need cover, call this number.”
Krissy took the number and frowned. “Tom Willis? That’s you?”
“That’s the cover,” Dean replied. “I’m James. James Hetfield. If you run into something you don’t know about, you can call me. I’ve been around and have seen a lot of things. Anyway… Good luck.”
Dean turned on his heels and walked off as the three of them started to have a hushed conversation. For Dean he didn’t want to talk to them any more than he had to. The more he stayed the more he was worried they might recognize his voice. And he definitely didn’t want them to see the Impala.
Without missing a beat, Dean got in the car and took off to the cheap motel he’d been staying at. By the time he was in his room the old number for “Tom Willis” already had a text message.
Thanks for the number. We’ll be in touch.
Dean smiled and made a reservation for Portalocity for later in the day and went to bed.
[NFI & NFB]