Spiritualism was on the wane, but there were still those who practiced in smatterings of society. Usually it's harmless card readings, or seances. But most of it was scams.
Dean Winchester was a detective often called upon to investigate such scams. Some were tips he got from the great Houdini himself before his recent tragic passing. He had a private agency just simply known as The Winchester Agency somewhere down a back alley. The people who needed him knew how to find him so business just dropped in his lap usually, just like it did for his dad. He had a thing for cars, and was able to get a sweetheart deal on a Chevy Series D black number. It was sleek and had one of the best engines on the market. Even now, and he had fixed the old girl out so she shined.
He gambled and knew his way into the speakeasies for a quick drink. He walked oddly from his time in the Great War, but most were wise enough not to ask.
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Dean Winchester was a detective often called upon to investigate such scams. Some were tips he got from the great Houdini himself before his recent tragic passing. He had a private agency just simply known as The Winchester Agency somewhere down a back alley. The people who needed him knew how to find him so business just dropped in his lap usually, just like it did for his dad. He had a thing for cars, and was able to get a sweetheart deal on a Chevy Series D black number. It was sleek and had one of the best engines on the market. Even now, and he had fixed the old girl out so she shined.
He gambled and knew his way into the speakeasies for a quick drink. He walked oddly from his time in the Great War, but most were wise enough not to ask.