“I’ve got it!” Dean yells and shakes his brother.
Sam blinks fast and groans. “What is it...” He’s still more asleep than awake.
“I’ve got him, I’ve got our party-crasher. Look.” Dean lays the big book down on Sam’s desk.
“Dean... can we talk about this later? I’d really like some more sleep...” Sam mumbles, sitting up in bed. He knows that look on Dean’s face, he probably really has something on their newest case.
It all started with an attack on a club. Fourteen deaths, witnesses described a gigantic, bald creature. Afterwards, the monster did crash a few house parties, Dean followed it after one but was almost crushed by it too and good only flee because Baby was such a good car...
Dean had been sure that he knew that story with the party-crashing monster. It was a nagging feeling that just wouldn’t leave him be and also wouldn’t let him sleep, so he had spent his night in the library.
“See Sammy, I told you it was something Nordic...” Dean says and points at the book page waiting impatiently for his little brother to get out of his bed. Sam groans but finally gets out, he’s curious too now.
“Beowulf? Wasn’t that a hero, not a monster?” Sam asks reading the book’s title.
“Patience. I don’t mean Beowulf, even though that guy was awesome... like the most awesome dude ever... really, that guy really was metal. Now I remember, why I had the feeling that I knew that story with the party-crashing, bald giant, while you were in Stanford I got injured a bit in a case had to stay at Bobby’s and we studied some lore for fun.” Dean grins, happy with himself.
“Okay, Dean. That seems like a great story... but maybe you could tell me what kind of monster we’re dealing with?” Sam asks, wanting his brother to stick to the topic.
“Yeah, see... Beowulf encountered three big monsters in his life. His first two were Grendel and Grendel’s mom.” Dean explains pointing at some pages of the old Men of letters book, that show pictures of a giant that fits the description of all the witnesses and Dean’s too. Next to it are pictures of a wild looking woman staring out of the picture.
“The story with Grendel wents like this: A guy became king somewhere in Denmark. His first order is to PARTY HARD! And that’s what they do. But the partying disturbs a giant named Grendel. So he goes over to ask nicely if they could turn the music down... and to kill some people. That goes on for some time, Norths don’t just stop partying ‘cause their friends get killed, ya’ know?”
Dean grins dreamy and Sam rolls his eyes, this would be a time for Dean. He thinks of the LARP Game they had with Charlie. War and alcohol and testosterone... he can almost see Dean partying with the people in the legend.
“Well, someday it just was too much so the king called his old friend Beowulf and Beowulf was liked ‘Cool deal gonna kill a monster... but the guy doesn’t even have a sword and all. I JUST GONNA USE MY FISTS!!! I’m Beowulf.” Dean says the ‘I’m Beowulf’ part like someone usually says ‘I’m Batman’.
“Come on Dean. Could you please stick to the topic?” Sam asks.
“That is the topic... well it all comes down to Beowulf ripping off the arm of that big and invincible monster... after an epic fistfight of course. But obviously, that was only because he was Beowulf.”
“Wait? Invincible?” Sam raises an eyebrow if the giant is invincible and only got beat up by a guy in a northern story from the early medieval times, how are they going to kill it?
“Yeah. But don’t you worry there is a way to kill Grendel, other than being freaking Beowulf! And that is the sword his mom had. She came in shortly after her son got killed. She wasn’t really happy about what happened to her son... so she killed people and Beowulf went to kill her too... but that was harder than you’d think. The only way to fight her was with a sword the old lady had... a pretty cool one too.” Dean grins. “And guess what group of nerdy librarians found that sword?”
“Look. Here!” Dean points at a note at the end. Sword found. Put in the archive. Behind that is a number.
“Let’s get the sword.” Dean grins.
Sam sighs and shakes his head.
“You know if your research is always that fruitful you can totally take care of that from now on.”
