Don't Mutter
Prologue
Sam diligently clicked away on his computer trying gather some sort of way to explain this possible case to Dean. It was odd enough alright, too odd for it to be a human coincidence. The sound of Dean ruffling a candy bar wrapper nearby sunk in his ears. With a sniffle and a final bite of candy, Dean crushed the wrapper and made a shot for the trash can across the room from his motel bed.
“So get this…” Sam began grabbing his brothers’ attention. Deans’ face sunk when the wrapper hit the ground instead of the target. All he could do now is actually pay attention to Sam. “There’s all these missing women in their late twenties and early thirties in this little town in Colorado, every couple of days one will show up dead.”
“So what’s weird about it? Sounds like a regular Jack the Ripper to me.” Dean replied.
“Well when they find their bodies, they look as if they’ve aged at least fifty to sixty years. Dental records and DNA match, they’re the same person.”
“So they get kidnapped, turned into old ladies and basically die of old age?”
“Something like that…it could be a witch.” Sam suggested.
“Looks like we’re going to Colorado.”
“So get this…” Sam began grabbing his brothers’ attention. Deans’ face sunk when the wrapper hit the ground instead of the target. All he could do now is actually pay attention to Sam. “There’s all these missing women in their late twenties and early thirties in this little town in Colorado, every couple of days one will show up dead.”
“So what’s weird about it? Sounds like a regular Jack the Ripper to me.” Dean replied.
“Well when they find their bodies, they look as if they’ve aged at least fifty to sixty years. Dental records and DNA match, they’re the same person.”
“So they get kidnapped, turned into old ladies and basically die of old age?”
“Something like that…it could be a witch.” Sam suggested.
“Looks like we’re going to Colorado.”