Brothers Lost Meets Charlie Bradbury Part 2

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Non-Canon

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own this concept, all rights for the Brothers Lost storyline of cursed!Sam and cursed!Dean with full sized Jacob are owned by@nightmares06 (aka @brothersapart​ ) and PL1 (aka @neonthewrite )

If you haven’t read part 1, here’s a link: Brothers Lost Meets Charlie Bradbury Part 1

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Author’s Note: Wow I was not expecting that many people to like the story. Thanks people of Tumblr!

Once in the car, Jacob brought out the Winchesters from hiding. He tried to hold them low enough so that anyone on the sidewalk couldn’t see them with a quick glance.

“So what do you guys think?” Jacob asked.

“You forgot the EM-oof!” Dean started, getting cut off by an elbow to the ribs, courtesy of Sam.

“What he meant to say was, you did great, but you could use some work.” Sam said up to the teen.

“Yeah, but now we don’t have a reading and we’ll have to break in later!” Dean griped.

“Break in??” Jacob echoed with hesitancy.

“Welcome to the hunting business. Get used to it!” Dean quipped with a grin.

Well, just another reason I can’t tell anyone what I really do on the road.. Jacob thought to himself.

“I’m guessing we will have to do this at night, like in the movies?” Jacob said.

“Yup, and in the meantime, we interrogate wizard boy.” Dean said,  grin going wider.

“Hopefully it doesn’t go as bad as last time..” Sam started, amusement coloring his voice.

“I didn’t do that bad!” Jacob protested.

“You asked a man that was suspected of killing his wife how is day was going!” Sam exclaimed.

“It was my first time posing as a sheriff! The badge I got wasn’t even official!” Jacob protested in a slightly higher whisper, even as a blush darkened his face. The brothers were hiding grins at the memory as Jacob lifted them to his shoulder for the car ride.

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Sam and Dean slipped out of sight in Jacob’s inner pocket when he parked at the police station. When they were situated Jacob got out and headed in, fumbling for his badge as he approached the front desk.

“Agent Morrison!” The officer from earlier called just as Jacob managed to flash his badge, “Right over here.”

Jacob looked over and followed the man down the hall to a simplistic interrogation room, with what had to be Lance the Mage sitting handcuffed. Jacob entered and the door closed behind him with a loud click, making Lance look up.

“Jim Morrison, FBI. I’m here to talk to you about your friend Lance’s recent passing.” Jacob said, trying to sound professional.

“I-I swear I don’t know a-anything! I’d never want to k-kill Ed!” Lance cried out, obviously distraught.

“W-woah, um- I just want to ask a few questions, nobody’s blaming anybody.”

“O-okay,” Lance responded, trying to calm down.

    “Is there anyone who might want to hurt Ed?”

    “N-no Ed is a great guy, everyone at Moondoor liked him,” Lance began slowly, “The only enemies he had were just in Moondoor. Everyone is friends in real life.”

    “Moondoor?” Jacob questioned.

    “The game we play, we’re LARPers.”

“Ok,” Jacob remembered what Sam had said about LARP, “So, about the texts you sent Ed the night he died, why were you two fighting?”

“Those texts weren’t from me. They were from me, but they weren’t from me me.”

“Um, what?” Jacob said, entirely lost. Lance shrugged, letting out a tired sigh.

“They were from Greyfox the Mystic to Thargrim the Difficult..” Lance explained, and when Jacob cocked his head, he went on with a defeated tone, “My LARPing character and Ed’s..”

“So it was all fake?” Jacob realized.

“Yes, Ed and I are best friends in real life, I’d never hurt him! I-I just c-c-can’t believe he’s really d-dea-a-ad! OH G-GODS the m-mighty Thargrim has fallen!!” He sobbed. Jacob sat there awkwardly for a minute, shifting uncomfortably as the lanky man sobbed in grief. Finally he decided to just leave Lance to his grieving.

“So what do you think?” The sheriff greeted Jacob as he closed the door behind him.

“The texts were a roleplay between his and Ed’s characters. Apparently the two are friends in real life, but mad at eachother in the ‘LARP’.”

“You think he got mad enough to kill Lance?”

“I doubt it, the man’s completely torn up about it. Those were definitely not crocodile tears.” Jacob deduced.

    “I’m guessing he has no clue about a suspect then?” Jacob shook his head.

    “Well call me if you find any-” Jacob started pulling out a card with his number on it, when all the sudden there was a shout of alarm down the hall from the interrogation room. Jacob followed the officer at a slower pace towards the sound for the sake of the brothers in his pocket.

    They rounded the corner into a surveillance room, a woman hurried towards them.

    “It’s Lance! He’s dying!” She exclaimed as she ran by, both Jacob and the officer in tow.

   She fumbled to unlock the door, and swung it open as fast as she could. It was oddly quiet in the room. Jacob peered in and cursed under his breath. The lifeless body of Lance laying dead on the floor.

   “Shit. Can you show me the surveillance tapes?” Jacob asked grimly.

   “Uh-huh follow me.” Jacob followed her back to the surveillance room, and she rewinded the tape to show just Lance sitting there, crying softly.

   All the sudden he scratched his arm and pulled up the sleeve, Jacob peered closer there was a marking on his arm that he couldn’t quite work out. Lance coughed violently, then again. The hand he had held over his mouth pulled away, covered in thick red blood.

    Lance screamed and stood turning to look into the mirror of the one way glass. From where the camera pointed, Jacob could see in the mirror that the lanky LARPer’s mouth was smeared with blood. Another cough splattered dark blood across the mirror, before he screamed his last, and fell to the floor.

    “God forbid he was contagious! I’m going to wash my hands!” The sheriff rushed out the door.

    The young teen paled. “I’m going to need that hard drive,” he dead panned, knowing Sam and Dean would want to see it.

     After securing the hard drive, Jacob wasted no time getting back into the privacy of the Impala.

    He helped the brothers up onto his shoulder, and recounted as much as he could. As expected, both brothers wanted to see the video when they got back to the motel.

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Author’s Note: Sorry this is a bit short, I am very busy with play practice and felt bad for not updating fast. So I just decided on uploading what I had. Hope you all had a fun time over the weekend!

@tiny-sam-is-my-jam

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