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huntertales · 6 years ago

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Part Two: Pick On Someone Your Own Size. (Everybody Hates Hitler S08E13)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader investigate the death of a Rabbi who spontaneously combusted. The case becomes ever more confusing when they learn that the Rabbi was researching Nazi Necromancers. The trio are attacked by a Golem who turns out to belong to the Rabbi’s grandson, Aaron. The key to the case lies with the Golem but Aaron doesn’t know how to control him, which leaves everyone in danger. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 5,904.

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The next afternoon you and the boys arrived in Pennsylvania to investigate more of the death of the rabbi to see if it might be supernatural, or just the circumstances of something that science had yet to figure out. Spontaneous human combustion was a thing that happened a few times before to people with no sort of explanation, however you had students who witnessed the man's death and might be able to shed some more light on what happened. Sam parted ways with you when he decided to check out the rabbi’s research and figure out if it might be linked to the reason of his sudden and unexpected cause of death.

You and Dean headed off to the college campus to track down the eyewitnesses who saw the sight first hand. Almost everyone had the same story they repeated to the cops about Isaac Bass; an old guy who hung around a lot at the library and chatted up students about stories that made little sense, only to someone who was probably losing their mind due to old age. Most of the people you talked to couldn’t elaborate more on the stories Isaac went on about due to needing to get to class or didn’t want to. Lucky for you and Dean, when you got the campus pub there was a few students who had lent him and ear from time to hear about his wild stories. And got a front row seat of Isaac’s death the night it happened.

“He was a really nice old kook.”

“Really nice.”

The two college students who witnessed Isaac's death first hand were two volleyball players that shared more than just their peppy attitudes and outfit. They sat across from you and Dean while they told you about Isaac. You smiled slightly as you raised your brow slightly from their wording about how they described the man as you repeated it, asking what they meant by that. The blonde sitting across from you look at her friend before back at you to elaborate more.

“You know, he’d talk a lot to us, to himself, to anyone who’d listen.” The blonde said. “He was always talking about this secret war that nobody knew was going on.”

“Conspiracy stuff.” The other one added. “He was obsessed with Nazis.”

“But he said they were ‘special Nazis,’ you know…” The blonde turned her head slightly over her shoulder to take a quick glance around the pub to see that all of the students were either talking among themselves or too engaged with their phones to care much about what all of you were discussing about two things that never should go together. “Necromancers. Like, from what world of whatever-craft that my little brother is always playing.”

You dealt with a lot of weird stuff in your time while hunting and came across many forms of evil, but you weren’t lucky yet to come across a couple Nazis and put a bullet in their brain. But you had your fair share of people who tried to raise people from the dead with consequences. You wrote the two words down on the small notepad you had opened and outlined it, knowing there was going to be a fair bit of research tonight for you and Sam to figure out how the two worked in together. You knew well enough it wasn't going to be something for the greater good if it had one of the very worst forms of humans the world had ever seen.

“It’s sad, isn’t it,” The student sitting across from Dean spoke up. You looked up from the paper to hear what she had to say about the poor soul who she thought was losing his mind. “That old people have to go so crazy.”

“I know.” Her friend said. “It is sad.”

You nodded your head in agreement as you kept your gaze down to your notepad while you wrote down a few more things that would be useful for you in the near future. Dean peered over slightly to see what you were writing, but he found his attention lingering away from the table when he felt someone’s eyes on him, like before. He casually glanced around the pub and made eye contact with a man sitting across the room. The stranger gave the man a little too friendly of a smile as he waved. Dean turned his head slightly to see that you were still engrossed in your writing. He realized the man wasn’t waving at you...but him. Dean found himself slightly taken aback as he turned his attention back to the two college students. “You, um...” The older Winchester found himself trailing off for a second, his eyes wandering back to the stranger across the bar, but the man looked away from him. You gave him a slightly confused expression before he pulled himself back to normal. “I'm sorry. You, uh, you both saw the accident?” “I can still hear his screams.” The woman sitting across Dean said, giving you a visual for what the both of them had to witness. “It was like the fire was alive, like,” Her friend continued on. “like it was attacking him.” The other woman nodded her head on agreement. “It was like that.” Dean found himself drifting away from the conversation and to the man across the bar when he realized he was still being stared at, in a way that was making him grow skeptical something was going on here. He excused himself from the conversation, leaving you alone to the volleyball players he might have stuck around to talk to a little while longer if he was single. But his focus was on the stranger who had no business following him around campus. And it was starting to get under the man’s skin. Dean caught the guy off guard when he was drifting off to space and staring at someone else in the bar to make himself look a little less conspicuous. The older Winchester knew better than to think this was anything more than something serious. Dean got the man’s attention when he slapped his fake badge down on the table, making the stranger look back at him, slightly startled at the introduction he wasn’t expecting so soon. Dean introduced himself as Special Agent Bolan, the same name to the rest of his fellow classmates he’d been talking to for the past few hours. He expected the stranger to grow a little nervous out of fear for why the FBI was lurking around campus, but the man’s reaction was anything what he was expecting. He stared at the badge with a sort of bashful smile on his lips, the kind Dean saw on many females faces when he told whatever sort of authority role he was playing to impress them. “Oh, really? Wow.” The man said, smiling slightly as he let out a chuckle. “I thought you were like a headhunter or something.” “This is the second, maybe third time I'm seeing you today?” Dean wondered, bringing up the numbers of times he saw the man's face around campus that was more than just a coincidence. His tone of voice might have been casual, yet the serious expression on his face was anything but. "Why you following me, Gingerbread?”

"Oh, so, we, um..." The man found himself growing slightly embarrassed at what was going on and the miscommunication between the both of them. "we didn't have a thing back there, huh?"

Dean felt himself being thrown through a loop at what the man was talking about, things weren't clicking just yet. "Back where? W-what now?"

"I thought we had a thing back at the quad, you know, a little 'eye magic' moment," The man explained to the older Winchester. Dean suddenly felt the wheels turning in his head. He slowly retracted his badge and flipped it closed. He slightly peered over his shoulder to see that you were wrapping up the conversation with the two students, not having a single clue of what was going on. "and I saw you here and I figured I'd wait until you were done with your meeting and maybe we might, uh..."

Dean had his fair share of flirtatious talk to know what was going on here, hell, he was the one normally giving it to the person that caught his eye. And plenty of women have tried it on him when he was single, even taken. But never in his time had this happen. "Yeah, uh, okay, but no—no moment. This is a...." Dean was normally casual and collected under these kind of situations, but he found himself growing like a babbling idiot. "federal investigation."

"Is that supposed to make you less interesting?" The man tried to make a joke as he chuckled. Dating was hard for everyone when you weren't sure who liked who, but Dean had to give the man props for having good taste. "No, I'm sorry, man. I hope I didn't freak you out."

"No. No. I-I'm n-not freaked out. It's just a, you know...a federal thing. It's a..." Dean realized that he was rambling on like an idiot, the exact same kind of way he used to behave when he was a young teen. He cleared his throat to try and compose himself before he could make himself out to be any more of an idiot. He was saved by the sounds of your approaching heels clicking away. "Okay, citizen. As you were."

"You have a good night." The man said, watching as Dean began to walk away.

"You—You..." Dean turned around to face the man to give him a nice farewell, but he found himself forgetting to stop walking. He accidentally felt his backside hit a table with a few empty glasses on the table, his collusion made them clank together, causing a few eyes to wander over to him to see. Dean felt his cheeks beginning to grow warmer. "have a...okay."

Dean managed to get far enough away without making an idiot out of himself again. You stood waiting for him at the front door with your arms crossed over your chest, wondering what was taking so long. When you saw him approaching, you were ready to head out, but you found yourself lingering behind at the sight of Dean you didn't think you've really ever seen him before. You furrowed your brow slightly at the sight of his cheeks, that were the slightest tinge of pink.

"What's with you? Someone mistake you for a college student?" You joked with him, knowing the both of you were well past the prime age of your youth. Dean shook his head and said nothing more. You furrowed your brow slightly as you looked around to see who he was talking to that was making him so...bashful. You didn't see a young woman that was ten years younger than you on her own, but you did happen to spot a familiar face you noticed while roaming around the campus. "Hey, doesn't that guy look—"

"Yeah. Don't worry about it. Turns out it was just a...misunderstanding." Dean said. He smiled, the kind of way as if someone had told him he was cute. You looked at him before back at the man sitting by himself with a drink. It took you a second before you realized what was going on. It seemed someone had tried to make a pass at him, but it was the opposite gender this time. You let out a quiet chuckle, finding this a little too amusing. "Let's get out of here, huh?"

You nodded your head in agreement as you pulled out your ringing phone from your pocket to see that it was Sam calling. As the both of you made your way out of the pub and back on campus grounds, you looked back over at the man one more time to get a good look at him, thinking you wouldn’t see him ever again. "Eh, he's cute. But you could do better." You muttered. Dean gave you a look from how you were still keeping the topic going, you smiled to yourself and answered your phone before it was too late. “Hey, Sammy."

"Hey. So I looked into the rabbi's research. It doesn't make a lot of sense. Um..." Sam fell silent for a moment over the phone, making you wonder what was going on with him. He spoke up a few seconds later to tell you what he found. "bird watching."

"Huh. Well, the two co-captains of the women's volleyball team Dean and I talked to agreed that the rabbi's death was very unnatural." You told the younger Winchester. "I think we've still got a case."

"That would explain why I have something stuck to my shoe." Sam said. You furrowed your brow slightly as you looked over at his older brother that was standing next to you, prompting you to ask if he was being followed. "Yeah, I think so."

"That's weird." You said, starting to walk to the Impala with the older Winchester. "Dean thought him and I were being followed earlier."

"Turns out it was just a gay thing." Dean felt the need to add that detail to clarify loud enough for his brother to hear over the phone. You stared at the man for a second from what he felt the need to announce, Sam's voice on the other line echoed a 'what' at his brother's confession that dismissed the situation as nothing to worry about. Dean ignored your look as he snatched your phone away to talk to his brother. "Nothing. You need a hand?"

"Yes, please." Sam said. "Some place quiet?"

“Visitors parking—the boonies. I’ll park in the back. You meet up with Y/N." Dean said, coming up with a plan of action. You made your way to the passenger side as Dean got himself behind the wheel. “Thirty minutes.”

+ + +

It was growing darker when you met up with Sam in front of the library and spent a few minutes talking to one another, pretending to be engaged with something that sound important to throw his shadow off. You and him started to make your way back to the Impala that was parked a good distance away where you met up. The metal ring that held the keys to the Impala dangled off your index finger while Sam walked in sync with you, both of you pretending to be oblivious about your surroundings as you carried on a conversation. You complained about your feet hurting you, Sam told you to wear more practical shoes on the days where it required a lot of walking. You tossed him a dirty glare as you made your way to the trunk of the Impala, pretending to fetch a different pair of shoes. Sam made it seem like he was about to make his way to the passenger side, but he stayed close. You began to casually flip through each key, trying to remember which one went to the car. However, due to your slippery finger, you accidentally dropped them to the pavement. Instead of picking it up right away, you looked over at Sam, giving him a small smile from what you were about to do.

"Oh, no. I’m such a klutz. Sammy, can you help a pregnant woman out?” You asked him, loud enough for him to only hear. “My back hurts when I bend down.”

Sam pretended to give you an annoyed look at what you were asking of him, he did it anyway. It wasn’t a total lie. You turned your back to the bushes that were behind you, a perfect spot for someone to be crouching down right now and spying on your every move. If you had to guess, Dean was making his move as you and his brother distracted the stranger. And that’s where you ran into a slight problem. Well, more of a huge one.

The Winchester boys were rather tall; Dean was a good six feet somethin' while his little brother had three more inches on him that caused him to tower over most, you especially. However the person following Sam wasn't someone that compared to his height...not even close.

Sam was about to push himself up back to his feet when something unexpected happened that sent you and him to look behind you. It started off with the sound of someone screaming, which you quickly learned was Dean after you saw him go flying in the air—and land directly into a parked van that made you wince at the impact it had. Broken glass from the windows cushioned his fall as he dropped to the pavement.

You called out the man's name in a panicked tone as you saw him curl up at the pain settling in his body from the impact that you knew had to cause some damage. Your first instinct was to go running towards him to make sure that he was all right. But what you saw emerging from the bushes, who had thrown a man very much heavier than you through the air like he was nothing more than a rag doll made you rethink your decision.

"Oh my God. Oh my God." You weren't the type of hunter to panic when you saw a dangerous hunter coming your way. Hell, almost all of the time you went running towards it, ready to take it down once and for all. But who you saw charging forward at you made you realize this was something you hadn’t really ever dealt with before. You found yourself acting like a deer in headlights, your mind trying to wrap around the fact that a giant was coming your way, probably ready to give you the same treatment he gave to Dean. "Sammy…”

You had gotten pretty lucky from the tumbles you took here and there while hunting that didn't disrupt the baby. That was when you went up against monsters you knew like the back of your hand. But what you saw approaching you...it was nothing you've seen before. And didn't want to be near. Sam tried his hardest to work quick as he could to unlock the trunk and retrieve a weapon he could use against the thing coming your way. He snatched a machete and yanked you by your arm, getting you behind him so you were out of harm's way. Sam swung the weapon to the arm that was coming in his direction to try and slow the giant down.

The blade sunk into the forearm of the monster, the one that was sharp enough to slice through a human neck, but it didn't do much of anything. You felt your eyes grow slightly wider as your mouth fell open at the sight of the machete in flesh without needing more than one swing. But the machete didn't do much of anything to slow the creature down. You felt your eyes grow slightly more wider as you mouth fell open at the sight of the blade stuck in the monster's arm, nothing more than just a dent. No blood, no cut.

Sam had to use all the strength he had to yank the machete out from the creature’s arm, but before he could take another swing, it seemed the creature wasn't too happy with what the younger man had did. You could only watch as Sam was grabbed ahold by the neck from a hand that had to be big as your head. Without even breaking a sweat, the thing lifted up Sam off the ground, letting his feet dangle for a good few seconds as the man struggled to breathe. Your mouth was wide open and your brain was screaming for you to tell the creature to stop hurting Sam, but the fear of what you were staring at made you fall mute. However it seemed someone had come to the rescue, ordering for the creature to stop.

Sam felt his feet hit the ground after only a few seconds as he inhaled a much needed breath after his neck was squeezed tighter than he’d ever felt before. You knew there was another man standing next to Sam, who had commanded for the enormous giant to stop hurting Sam, but you couldn’t keep your eyes off the thing that towered over Sam and made you feel like Thumbelina. The thing you were staring at...he was nothing you've encountered before. It was like the Incredible Hulk.

"What the…” You brain began to finally start working when it began stuttering out words as you continued to stare up at the giant in front of you. Your neck was starting to grow sore from having to look so high up. The creature stared down at you and Sam, showing no sort of emotion to indicate what he was thinking, or if he was planning on killing you with his bare hands that could easily snap your neck like a twig. "What the hell is that?"

“He’s a golem.” You found your gaze lingering away from the monster that now had an identity. You looked over to see a face you spotted earlier today at the pub. The man who tried to make a pass on Dean. "Well, he's my golem."

You managed to force a smile at the bit of information that didn’t make you feel any better about this situation. The man didn’t seem like he was here to harm any of you, despite the fact that the golem had thrown Dean across the parking lot, where he remained almost forgotten—until you heard him mutter something about his spleen. You quickly looked over to see him still on the ground curled up in pain. You winced slightly as you made your way over to him, wanting to make sure he was all right and there was no broken bones you needed to worry about.

+ + +

At first things seemed to be going in a bit of a strange direction in this hunt; Nazi necromancers, a rabbi who burst into flames with his last book checked out for his research about bird watching and a golem that belonged to a guy named Aaron. But all of it was connected together. You and the boys were invited back to Aaron's’ motel he was renting to discuss things in a more private setting. You were the last one inside while Aaron intended to be the first after he unlocked the motel to his motel room, but his golem pushed him out of the way, wanting to scope out the place for any more potential danger before all of you were heading inside.

“The rabbi who was murdered, Isaac Bass, he was my grandfather. That’s why we’re here.” Aaron explained the situation that lead all of you here. “When you guys started to follow up on his case, we started following you.”

“So, wait. What you’re saying is that you and me—we, uh, didn’t have a moment?” Dean couldn't help himself but linger back to the first encounter he had with the man that gave him the wrong impression. And made him fumble around like an idiot. You couldn’t help yourself when you rolled your eyes as you let out a sigh, wondering why he had to bring it back up in the first place.

“No, man.” Aaron said, his face scrunching up slightly. “I was tailing you.”

"Told you I was being followed. He was my gay thing." Dean turned his attention to you and his brother. You raised your brow slightly as you gave him a look, wondering why he was still going on about it longer than he should. Dean seemed to have gotten the hint. "That was really good. You really had me there. That's very smooth."

"Yeah, well, smooth's just about all I got." Aaron said. You found your gaze lingering away from the man and to the golem that had been circling around the motel, keeping a watchful eye on things. You weren't sure what to make of the golem, but it seemed his relationship with Aaron was anything but pleasant when he stared down at the man with an almost disapproving look. Aaron stared back at him, showing the thing that he wasn't in the mood to take any of his crap tonight "Yeah, that's right. Keep walking...you chia pet.”

"So, that's a golem?" Sam asked, pointing a finger to the creature that began walking around the motel once more.

“Yes. Shaped from clay and brought to life by rabbis to protect the jewish people in times of—I don’t know—general crappiness.” Aaron said. You've heard a few things about the creatures from time to time during your search, but not enough to realize they were real. Or would have been so large. You couldn't help yourself but to clarify if the one lingering around here was his. "Hardly. My grandfather left him to me. I'm the last surviving descendant of the members of this...thing, this...initiative."

"The Judah Initiative?" You asked him, wondering if that’s what he was trying to remember.

“Right, and he—”

"Who?!" You suddenly felt yourself jump out of your own skin at the booming voice coming from directly behind you that took you off guard. You peered over and then up to see it was the golem hovering over you, You smiled slightly, hoping he would get the impression that you weren't much of a threat. "Who are they to know about the Men of Judah?"

“It’s okay.” Dean reassured the golem in a slow tone of voice for him to understand. You could only presume it was more patronizing than helpful. “We are the good guys.”

"We're hunters. This is Sam and Dean Winchester. I'm Y/N Y/L/N.” You introduced yourself to the golem in more detail to let him understand you weren’t here to cause any harm. "We know about the Judah Initiative because their grandfather was a Man of Letters. My father was one, too."

“Yes.” The golem said, recognizing the title as he stared down at you and the boys, with the type of look that reassured you he wasn’t going to do anything to hurt you. “The rabbis knew the Men of Letters.”

Aaron offered all of you something to drink along the line of beer, much as you would have enjoyed one, you forced yourself to politely decline. You weren’t much of a drinker, but you liked to have the occasional one, but that wasn’t going to be possible for another several months to a year. You did however take a seat when he gestured to a couch that you happily sank down on to rest your aching feet and back. You leaned back as the boys cracked open their beers. “So...your grandfather was into all this supernatural stuff, too?” Aaron struck up a conversation when he took a seat on the chair across from Sam.

“The whole family. Mom’s side was hunters, Dad was a Men of Letters.” You told him about your history that was somewhat similar to the boys. “However they tried to hide it from me. Obviously didn’t work out too well.” “Yeah, grandparents, mom, dad, truckload of cousins—the whole family was lousy for it, but we...” Dean said, giving the man some background about his and Sam’s family to tell more about himself. While he went on, he found himself trailing off for a moment, finding his attention lingering to the giant man roaming around the room, his heavy footsteps echoing through the place. “never had a golem.”

"Right. Yeah, we grew up in it," Sam said, nodding his head to his brother. "But you didn't?"

“My grandfather’s adventures, the initiative, the golem, the war—they were the stories that he told me when I was a kid. I thought it was make-believe. So did my parents. You know, fantasies to help him cope with all the horrible stuff he’d seen,” Aaron said, giving you and the boys some context to his own past. It made sense that Aaron would have thought the rambles he heard was nothing more than stories.. Being a survivor from one of the worst genocides in human history, witnessing things that you only learned about from pure evil. “but every once in awhile, crazy old grandpa Bass would come back on one of his trips, hand me a twenty dollar savings bond, and say, ‘One day you’ll inherit the mantle.’

Sure enough, a few days after he died, this big box shows up at my apartment. He always said I'd know what to do, which was crap,” Aaron went on, growing angry as he pointed a finger to the giant that was his responsibility. “because when I opened that box, this big, naked, potato-faced lunatic wakes up and goes crazy!"

“I didn’t…” The golem stopped at the window for a moment to examine the empty parking lot to make sure there was no lurking danger in the darkness of the night. It seemed he would have begged to differ on the harsh words Aaron was speaking about him. "go crazy."

“You trashed my entertainment center!” Aaron shouted. You furrowed your brow slightly at how worked up he was getting about things that could have been easily replaced. Maybe with something better since it wasn't the nineties anymore. “He broke my water bed.”

“This boy knows nothing.” The golem said. It seemed he was growing tired of being spoken down to by the man who should have known more about his religion and took pride in after what his grandfather and others like him went through to freely practice their beliefs. “Observes none of the mitzas, labors on sabbath, dines on swine."

“Everybody loves bacon!” Aaron defended himself against judgement.

“He’s no rabbi. Yifalchunbee!" The giant shouted a word that didn't sound German from the words that you remembered, it had to Hebrew. A language you knew nothing about. Aaron seemed to understand somewhat of what it meant when he rolled his eyes, muttering about how he didn't want to start with this again. The golem didn't listen as he repeated himself to try and get through to the younger man." Yifalchunbee!”

“Enough! Please!” Aaron shouted once more in annoyance. “Quiet time!”

The golem stared down at the man before he went back to pacing around the motel. You let out a sigh from how well none of this was going for any of you. “All right. What was that?” The younger Winchester asked. “What was he saying?”

"It's Hebrew for something like 'take charge,' but I have no idea what he means." Aaron admitted to all of you. He was in the dark about all of this much as you and the boys were. "Look, I grew up in Short Hills, I cheated my way through Hebrew school. I never really listened to my grandfather, what he was saying."

"So, wait—he just sends you this golem," Dean began speaking, but dropped his voice to a more quieter tone when he noticed the very man he was talking about cross through the small living room area. "And expects you to work it out?"

“He didn’t get much chance to prepare me, I guess. My parents—they did everything they could to prevent him from screwing me up with all his crazy talk.” Aaron said. “See, after the war, my grandfather spent the rest of his life trying to track down something he called the thule society.”

“The thule society. Right." Sam said, recognizing the name. "They were Nazis."

You and Dean looked over at one another when you realized how this connected to what the two college girls you were speaking to earlier today about the hate group. "Nazi necromancers."

“N-necro-who?” Aaron asked, stuttering out the word he heard you mention.

“Necromancer—witches, sorcerers, dark magic, mostly with dead people.” You explained to him in more of a definition with the word that he would understand

"Okay." Aaron muttered to himself, not sure if he really knew what was going on here and how the two went together. "All I know about the thule is that they were this twisted, secret fraternity hell-bent on world domination, that sponsored the early days of the Nazi party. My grandfather said the judah initiative was started to fight them.”

"And the thule murdered your grandfather, boy.” The giant said, putting the pieces together himself from the knowledge he knew. “Find them so I can do my work!"

You weren't the type of person that scared easily considering the things you've seen in your time of hunting. But an almost seven foot tall person with arms bigger than your head made you a little jumpy. Without warning, the golem smashed a table into pieces slamming his fist down. His outburst made you jump slightly in the air as you subconsciously reached out a hand to grab a hold of Dean's arm, as if the giant was about to attack all of you. When you made sure that he went back on his way of roaming around the place, you calmed down slightly and composed yourself back to somewhat normal.

"Hey! Hey! We're renting here! Renting." Aaron shouted at the golem to try and get him to calm down so he wouldn't be spending any more money than he had to replace things. He let out a sigh and began rubbing his forehead out of frustration. "Look...I think the golem's right. My grandfather-- he left me this message on my machine the day he died, and he said that he had found something that the thule were willing to kill him for. He said he was hiding it here in plain sight."

Aaron pulled something out of his back pocket that appeared to be a folded up post-it note. "He left me this weird—I don't know—equation. It's not a phone number or an address or coordinates--Q-L-6-7-3-W-8?"

Dean grabbed the piece of paper from the man to see if he might be able to figure it out for himself about what it could have been. His guess was a combination, when you looked over to see what it might have been, it took a second before you realized what the letters and numbers really meant. And where you could use this information for your own benefit.

“Oh, it's a call number. Library of Congress—their filing system, they use it in college libraries. Uh, Q-L-6-7-3—that's...sciences.” You started thinking out loud about what the rabbi wanted his grandson to see and where it was stashed. When you thought back to the last bit of research he did at the college, you looked over at the younger Winchester. “Wait, Sammy. Didn’t you say the last thing Isaac checked out was bird watching?”

When Sam nodded his head, you felt your lips stretching into a victorious smirk as you snatched the paper out of the older Winchester’s hand to hold onto. You didn’t even say anything else to give the men a clue of what you were thinking about. You pushed yourself up to your feet and made your way out of the place, heading to the Impala to make a quick stop at your own motel to change clothes and then to the college library. That’s where you found find the research that caused Isaac Bass’ life.

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