Johnny Winchester

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Johnny looked up at him, surprised that he actually believed him. “U-uh, he had an accent. And he was wearing a, like, a suit.” He tried to remember the details of the man, but it was hard. “A-and he said ‘tell the boys I said hello’?”

Sam sighed, closing his eyes in obvious distaste. “…Did he say anything else?” He didn’t like the idea of Crowley knowing about Johnny, he didn’t like Crowley in general.

"Uh. Uh, he said he'd see me soon." He said softly, looking down at his empty cup. He needed more alcohol. "I don't really want to think about my possible death." He choked a laugh, before turning and filling his cup back up.

Taking the slip of paper, he nodded. Perhaps it was the amount of alcohol he had taken in, but he felt the need to tell this stranger what had happened. “T-this guy..With black fucking eyes, he killed her.” He said, taking another swig of his drink. “I watched him do it....

Johnny looked up at him, surprised that he actually believed him. "U-uh, he had an accent. And he was wearing a, like, a suit." He tried to remember the details of the man, but it was hard. "A-and he said 'tell the boys I said hello'?"

"Uh, I guess." He nodded, feeling like he had gotten it wrong. "But the house, it’s not haunted. Trust me. You’d better not go."

She bit her lip, not entirely sure why she did not trust him yet. It should be safe enough to tell him that she was a hunter too, though not as...

Johnny shrugged, unsure of how to lead her away from the house. "It's a bunch of kids, trying to make it seem haunted, but it's not. I went there last night to check it out." He said, staring right at her. He tried to figure out if she really was who she said she was, or not.

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"No. Not Casper. He was friendly, remember?" Johnny rolled his eyes, taking a bite of the burger he had ordered. "But here’s the hard part- her body went missing in 1995."

"You're not that funny..." Johnny replied, shrugging. "Great. That gets us no where." He rolled his eyes, before looking at him. "What?"

He bit down on his lip, before moving closer to her. “You’re not a freelance journalist.” He grinned. “You’re like me. A hunter, aren’t you?”

"Hunting for good stories, if that’s what you’re talking about.” She replied stubbornly while stretching her fingers, a habit she’d picked up when she got nervous and felt her powers stirring. 

"Uh, I guess." He nodded, feeling like he had gotten it wrong. "But the house, it's not haunted. Trust me. You'd better not go."

Johnny got out as well, but he didn’t snap out, as he was human. Shutting the door and locking it, he led the demon to his motel room.

Walking inside, he looked around. Not at all surprised with the look or state of the hotel room as he had seen worse from the other two brothers. “So I suppose we research now.”

Johnny nodded. "Yep." He sat down at the table, pulling his laptop from his shoulder back.

Johnny nodded, understanding. “Uh, my dad wasn’t around much, but when he came around, we had fun.” He said. “But he died a long time ago.” Johnny sighed, running his hand through his hair. “My mom and I were close, though. It was only us too for the longest time. But, then...

Taking the slip of paper, he nodded. Perhaps it was the amount of alcohol he had taken in, but he felt the need to tell this stranger what had happened. "T-this guy..With black fucking eyes, he killed her." He said, taking another swig of his drink. "I watched him do it. And-And he smiled at me."

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