| Disclaimer: I don�t own Supernatural, or Funkytown, or anything. Just Jensen Ackles, whom I keep in my closet� Yeah, right, I wish. No, I don�t own anything.
Summary: In the recent episode "Hunted", Sam says that "funky town" is a codeword for "someone�s got a gun," and that�s it a long story. Here is that story. *** Funky Town Maquoketa, Iowa A newspaper article that Sam had found online had led the Winchester brothers to the suburbs of this east Iowa town. "Gym Teacher Killed in Freak Accident." She had been crushed behind the retractable bleaches when they apparently turned themselves on when she went behind them to retrieve a basketball. They had only been about 100 miles away in Illinois, so they figured they might as well check it out. Now, they sat in a corner coffee shop while Sam reread the article. "No one was near the switches, no electrical malfunctions� just started up on their own." Dean stopped checking out a girl two tables over and looked at Sam. "So, what do you think? Just you average everyday vengeful spirit?" Sam nodded. "Could be." *** By that evening, they had a list of the witnesses, but still no idea who might have wanted the gym teacher, Rhoda Shram, dead. Their best source of possible information was Allison Marshall, a senior at the high school and Shram�s TA. Sam had arranged to meet Allison at a local diner while Dean checked out the school. So, after dropping his brother at Rachel�s Diner, Dean parked down the block from the high school, and in the dying light, made his way through the shrubbery to the gym. He peered through the window in a side door. Empty. He easily picked the lock and crept inside. He took his cannibalized Walkman-turned-EMF meter out of the pocket of his leather jacket and began wandering around the gym, each footstep echoing a little too loudly. There was nothing that couldn�t be explained by the building�s electrical system. If the had been something there when the teacher died the week before, it didn�t seem to be there now. Of course, he hadn�t looked everywhere yet. Flashlight in hand, Dean peered under the bleachers. Considering that a human had been trapped and killed by this mechanism, he wasn�t too interested in moving in any further. Somewhere behind him, a door to the gym opened. Dean quickly looked around for an escape route. No time. With the footsteps quickly approaching, he had no choice other than to turn off his light and dive behind the bleachers. *** |
| Funky Town, Part 2 |