TPONTP CHAPTER 3!

They arrived at Watseka at 1:30pm, and were looking for a motel to stay at. After two minutes of driving they finally found one. It was a simple little motel with an interesting theme to it.

"Sparky's?" Sam said reading the sign outside of the motel. "I wonder what the theme of this one is?"

"Town like this. It's probably a puppy theme." Dean said disgustedly as he looked around.

Sam chuckled, "Yeah, probably.

This time Sam checked them into the motel. After he got a set of room keys, he went back to the car to help Dean unload the trunk. Once they had everything that they needed, Sam lead the way to their room. He put the key in the lock and entered the room. Dean followed him in, dropped the bags right next to the door, and flipped on the lights. They were both stunned when he noticed the theme that the room was decorated in.

Dean laughed at the town's out of place motel. "Awesome."

The room had pictures of lightning storms and lightning bolt designs everywhere. There was even one of those glass windows that looked like it was raining, which seperated the kitchenete and the rest of the room as a small wall. Next to the television was a static light, that looked like a lightning bolt.

"So, I guess Sparky isn't a dog." Sam said still looking around the blue and grey room.

"No, I guess not." Dean smiled with relief.

"So where do we start looking?" Sam started to unpack his things along with Dean.

"The Galligar's house, over on Burton Avenue. It's a few blocks from here."

"Maybe we should wait untill tomorrow to check out the house." Sam suggested.

Dean glanced up at his brother. "Why do you say that?"

"The internet said that her funeral's going to be tomorrow at eleven. Which means that her house will probably be empty." Sam explained as he put his cloths into a drawer.

Dean sighed, "I guess in the mean time, we'll just have to talk to a few locals to get information."

"Sounds like a plan. Considering that the house is probably swarming with cops, trying to figure out what happend."

"But they won't and we will." Dean tossed his last rolled up shirt into a drawer. "Alright let's go."

They left the motel and walked to the nearest hang out. Which wasn't too far, because it was right across the street. They entered a small coffee shop that was practically empty, except for a few people on their laptops. Sam sat at a table near a woman that was sipping her coffee, as Dean went over to the counter to order a couple of coffee's for Sam and himself. Sam was about to talk to the woman, but was beat to it when she asked him, "You from the city?"

"Uh, yeah! How did you know?" Sam asked with curiosity.

"We're a close little town. Every one keeps close tabs on each other."
She explained then took a sip of her coffee.

"Right. I'm Sam." He reached his hand out to shake.

"My name's Marge." She shook his hand and continued to sip her coffee.

Just then, Dean came back with their drinks. He sat across from Sam and noticed the woman was staring at them and smiling. Dean had a bad feeling of what she was going to say.

"You know it's so rare to find a relationship like yours." Marge said admiring the two young men.

Dean gave Sam a "here we go again" look. He was about to defend himself, when the woman continued speeking.

"You hardly ever see brothers your age hanging out together. You must be here for the funeral." This time Marge looked a little upset.

Dean let out a big sigh of relief, then mumbles under his breath, "S'bout time." Dean then takes a huge gulp of coffee to help wake him up.

"Uh..Yeah, we are." He put on his best sad face to convince her.

"It's terrible what happend to poor Kathrine." Marge said looking down at a spot on the table between her and her coffee.

"What exactly happened? We weren't told much over the phone." Dean questioned trying to get more answers.

"The police got an anonymous phone call and found her locked in her room." Marge starting to tear up. "The paramedics said that she was suffocted."

"Did they find any signs of foul play?" Sam asked feeling bad for the middle-aged woman.

"No." She shook her head. "It's so sad. It almost feels like the town is cursed or something."

Sam and Dean glanced at eachother, knowing that it was possible that the town could be cursed.

Interested in her choice of words, Sam asked, "Why would you say that?"

"Our town's had a history of young girls dying recently. Kathrine was the second to die this month."

"That's a shame."

Dean sighed, "Yeah. Listen we've got to get going. It was nice to meet you."

Dean and Sam said their good byes and left. Once they were outside of the building with their cup in hand, they stopped outside the door.

"So, what do you think?"

"What? That the towns cursed? Maybe." Dean looked around the empty streets, hoping to find something that seemed out of the ordinary.

"I'll check the obits and see if the girls had anything in common. Why don't you see what you can find out about the first victim."

"I think I'll ask around and find out where she lives, then check out her house. Call me if you find anything." Dean said walking down the sidewalk, past his taller brother. Sam walked back to motel to get started on more research, while Dean looked for more locals.
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Sam was sitting at the table comparing the different obituaries in front of him. He had printed them out to make it easier to compare them. He had found out that they had gone to the same school, but then again the town only had one school. He also noticed that they were the same age, both nineteen. The information he got wasn't too helpul, but it was a start. Sam called Dean up to see if he found out anything more useful.

"Yeah?"

"Hey, did you find anything?"

"Hang on a minute." Dean reached into his pocket for something and opened the door to their room.

"That was fast." Sam said while hanging up his phone. "What did you find out?"

"The first victim was Amanda Rhodes. I found out where she lived, died, and got burried. How 'bout you? Did you find out if they had anything in common?" Dean said walking over to the table where Sam was sitting in front of his laptop.

"Uh, yeah, they were both nineteen and graduated from the same school." Sam said looking at Dean, knowing the imformation wasn't enough.

"That doesn't give us much to go on. Why don't we go check out the Rhode's house." He said walking towards the motel room door. "I heard that they're out of town and won't be back until tomorrow for the funeral."

Dean went outside and got into the Impala. Sam shut down his laptop, walked out of the motel and locked the door behind him. As soon as he got into the car Dean pulled out of the parking lot. Finally, they were getting some where with this case. They had to figure out what was going on and soon, before there was another victim.