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Tougher Than the Rest (4/15)

Title: Tougher Than the Rest
Chapter Title: The New Timer
Wordcount: 622 this chapter
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Sam, Dean, OMC with appearances by Castiel and Crowley (in later chapters)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: It's set in the second half of season 6.
Disclaimer: If you recognize the character, it's not mine
Summary: Sam and Dean are checking out a mysterious death on the Jersey Shore. After a long day of research, all Dean wants to do is put up his feet and relax with the TV. The two men waiting in their motel room put an end to that.
A/N: This is a sequel two my first SPN fic In Spite of All the Danger The setting is the Jersey Shore, where I lived for 9 years (1978-1987). My sister coquillagement still lives there and helped me out in a few spots. The wonderful msninacat heard my plea for a beta and jumped right in. Thanks ever so!

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Dean was just about to press the elevator button when Sam’s phone rang. He watched as Sam listened. “Yeah, thanks. That might be just what we need.” He ended the call.


“Ryan said there’s a small area with photos and memorabilia from the early days of the hotel. Might be something there.”

“Worth checking out.” Dean looked around and spotted that sickeningly cheerful woman heading their way.

“Gentlemen, can I help you today?”

“Yes, you can, Karen,” Dean said after a quick glance at her nametag. “Before we go upstairs, I was wondering if you have any special areas for the history of this building. My partner Starkey here is a major history geek.”

“Certainly.” Karen walked them down a narrow corridor that opened into a medium-sized room that contained artfully arranged display cases. Sam wandered off looking at other items as Dean gravitated towards a photo from the fateful summer of 1916. It was of some of the employees in their uniforms. According to the legend, top row, third from right was Charles Bruder. He was a pretty good-looking kid.

“That’s a sad story.” Karen came up behind him. “He was killed by a shark just off the shore here, not long after that picture was taken.”

“What a violent way to go,” commented Sam as he joined them.

“I’ve heard a number of ghost stories about the place but I’ve never seen anything myself.”

Maybe they could get some information from her. “What kind of stories?” Dean asked. “Do they center around anywhere in particular?”

“Now that you mention it, yes. The third floor.” She put a hand to her mouth with a gasp. “Mr. Godwin.” She looked at them both as if studying them. “You’re not really FBI, are you?”

“Why would you say that, Karen?”

“Because the FBI wouldn’t take time from an investigation to check out 100 year old memorabilia or ask about ghost stories. You guys are paranormal investigators.”

Dean looked at Sam. No one had pegged them so quickly.

“Oh, my God, you are!” she practically squealed. “You guys are like Ghostfacers!”

Sam scoffed and Dean was insulted. “We are nothing like those hacks.”

“Hacks? But they’ve done so much. They teach people how to fight ghosts on their website. They even credit some other guys named Winchester about firing shotgun shells filled with salt. Isn’t that clever?”

Dean had always thought so.

“At least they give credit,” commented Sam.

“I know. I think they’re wonderful.”

Sam cleared his throat, not wanting to hear Karen’s hero worship of those idiots. “We’ll continue upstairs to carry on the investigation.”

“For appearances’ sake. I’ll be working late tonight so I can let you in. Will you need anything special?”

“No, we have our own stuff,” Dean said as he headed back down the hall.

“What about the residents?” questioned Sam. “Are there any events going on tonight that would keep them on the main floor late?”

“Not tonight. The majority of them retire upstairs by 10:00. You should be okay. Just give me a call as you pull up and I’ll open the door for you.”

They stopped at the elevator. “Thanks, Karen.”

She gave them a conspiratorial wink before heading back to Reception.

“Dude, you are not seriously thinking of letting her help,” said Sam as soon as the elevator door closed.

“She knows what we do, Sam. She lets us in and we tell her to make herself scarce.”

“I just hope she listens.”

They got off on the third floor and went through the Godwins’ place again to see if they missed something, anything that would tell them why Charles Bruder started killing and why he chose the Godwins.



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