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“So get this. There’s this desert town called ‘Night Vale” Sam began, leaning back in his chair and turning his computer, which displayed a research website to face Dean.
“As far as I can tell, odd is the norm there. They’ve got all sorts of local legends and customs; a smiling god, hooded figures in the local dog park, disappearing “old oak doors”, a “faceless old woman who secretly lives in your home” to name a few,”
Dean took a sip of his beer. “That’s quite a mouthful for a local legend.”
Sam shrugged. “She doesn’t seem to cause too much trouble; she’s mostly just a household pest.”
“But…?” Dean asked.
“This blog ends right when the blogger arrives in Night Vale. It’s some sort of scientific journal, apparently. He calls Night Vale; “the most scientifically interesting place
in the world. But judging by the occurrences there, I think there’s more than science to it.”
Dean took another sip. “So if odd is normal and they've got a scientist on the case, why do we care?”
“I think it’s worth checking out.” Sam stated, shutting his laptop and carrying it towards his room. “It’s been a while since we’ve had a low-profile case anyways.”
“Fair enough.” Dean shrugged before following after Sam to pack his bags, leaving his beer bottle on the table.
When passing back by it on their way to the impala, they failed to notice that it had been flipped upside down with liquid still inside. a subtle move by the faceless old
woman who secretly lived in their bunker.