The red numbers from the little alarm
clock in the trashy hotel blared in Sam’s face
with a mocking gaze. He never seemed to make it to 5
a.m., no matter how hard he tried. He closed his eyes
once more, willing himself to sleep, but knew in seconds
he would be hard pressed to get one more wink. Sam let
out a deep sigh and stretched his long legs further
into the bed, succumbing to the time of day he knew
As he began to make his way into the
waking world, the young hunter found himself with the
sheets in disarray, indicating another evening of tossing
and turning. Nothing too unsettling; just uncomfortable.
Brief images flicked back through his mind like pages
in Fangora magazine. They were the usual suspects –
the demon attacking his family, the car crashing into
the tree and finding the priest before him, Bobby’s
place. All quick snapshots from the Winchester Journal
of Weird over the last several weeks. All fading from
the moment, yet etched into his mind forever.
thing Sam kept coming back to was the necklace and its
strange bond to Dean. Reflections of the last few days
came into his mind as he recalled seeing his brother
weak and pale; a scenario all too familiar as of late.
It pained him to see Dean in that state and not being
able to do anything about it - knowing that he was responsible,
in some way or another. Guilt was Sam’s middle
They had quite a scare back in Honey
Island, Louisiana. The truth about the amulet was a
shock to say the least. As if Dean didn’t have
enough to worry about, now he was branded ‘Guardian’
of the talisman without his consent. Sam was sure Dean
was keeping that right boot just for their father the
next time they saw him.
Sam knew that as the last smart ass
comment came out of his brother’s mouth walking
away from the pig farmers, he wanted a shower and to
get the hell out of Dodge. Wanted to get Dean as far
away from this place as possible. They quickly found
a dirt-cheap motel that had an old-fashioned hand credit
card machine. Dean figured this would be the last hoorah
for Hector Afranian’s Versabank account. They
were in and out within the hour, tossing the card out
the window on their way.
Dean and the amulet were reunited, there was a marked
improvement in the older sibling’s health, validating
any question of its power. Although his brother seemed
to be at full strength, Sam could not shake the feeling
that there was so much more to what happened in Honey
Island. It wasn’t just the discovery of the amulet
being bonded to Dean; it was the importance of it all.
Why had Burns set them up? Why was it so imperative
to this ‘cult’ to destroy the necklace?
Who were these people and what was their ultimate
goal? And the tattoos….
On their way out of Louisiana, Sam
insisted they take a few days off to recover from their
ordeal in the swampland. He wanted to get at least one
state between them before stopping. The last several
weeks had taken their toll on the young Winchesters;
each nursing aches and pains of some sort. Not to mention
the emotional overload that neither was willing to fully
let out. Dean resisted the idea, but his younger brother
gave him the puppy dog look and he agreed to a few days
rest. He made it sound like Sam was forcing the idea
upon him, but in truth, he was just as happy to get
a little R&R as his brother.
They drove for several hours before
finally deciding on Evergreen, Alabama. There was a
Days Inn just off highway 65 that suited them just fine.
Sam drove the Impala into the lot and pulled his knapsack
from the back seat, noticing the stifling l’odeur
du pig. The younger sibling knew what Dean would be
doing for the first part of their afternoon as he quickly
gathered his things and made his way post haste to the
front desk before Dean could make any quips about ruining
had two uneventful days of burgers, beer and belching.
They watched bad reruns of The Three Stooges
and ‘B’ horror movies, and Dean even hustled
some pool at the local tavern without incident. Exactly
what they needed to wipe the slate clean.
Sam carefully drew himself up into
a sitting position on the bed, taking another quick
glance at the mocking clock. He took a few of those
yoga breaths that he taught his brother and silently
meditated for a moment. The deep breath pulled in his
abdomen and he shot it back out in a forced blow. Although
he really didn’t remember the appropriate chanting,
it made him feel better to have that brief moment of
solitude. A little piece of Jess remembered.
was on his stomach, hand under his pillow in the proverbial
pose, ready to strike. His breathing was deep and Sam
knew that he had yet to wake his brother. Maybe the
last few beers added the extra nudge he needed to continue
the slumber. Sam smiled at his sleeping form, silently
thanking God, Buddha, or whoever was watching out for
them that they had made it this far. He glanced over
to make sure that the amulet was indeed still around
Dean’s neck with the makeshift string they found
and rose from the bed. Sam grabbed the key to the room
and silently left.
the road a ways was a quick mart where Sam knew he could
grab some donuts and coffee. He figured it would take
about 15 minutes to walk there, so he lumbered slowly
down the way, passing several knick-knack shops, a beauty
parlor and a bead store along the way. I bet they’ll
have a sturdy cord for the amulet. He needs to make
sure it isn’t going anywhere.
took it all in, studying details along the way. Keeping
his senses sharp in case he needed to know about the
town later. It was instinct; inbred in him like a tattoo
on his brain. Keep your wits about you. Know your
surroundings. You don’t want to get caught unprepared.
He smiled inwardly at the thought and shook his head
warily. As angry as he could get at his father, Sam
knew John Winchester only did what he thought was right
for his boys, and those lessons had come in handy more
blonde quick mart employee filed her fingernails as
she watched the tall young man approaching in the distance.
She noted his appearance as disheveled and worn, like
someone who had been through the ringer. He needs
a haircut – big time, I can see that from here.
He entered the store, pausing briefly to acknowledge
her with his patented quick smile. He has a nice
face, and….she tried to gain an idea of his
backside, but he scooted around the corner. She sighed
defeated, hoping for a little something else to spark
her interest. Ultimately, she went back to her nails.
After a short period of time, Sam found
the bottles of water, chips, M&M’s and Nutrigrain
bars he was looking for. They also had a small selection
of fruit, so he grabbed a couple of apples and oranges
for good measure. He topped that off with two coffees
- one black, one with cream and sugar - and the highest
content sugar donuts he could find. He had a feeling
he was going to need it.
“Hi,” he said with a lopsided
smile, dropping the arsenal of beverages and snacks.
Debbie eyed the contents that lay before her.
That’s a good sign. And much cuter up close.
Are you new around here?” she asked casually with
a slight Southern drawl, ringing up his items slowly
and waiting for a reaction from the stranger before
Sam’s attention was suddenly
drawn down. His eyes fell to the newspaper headline
staring back at him.
of Grisly Murders leave Ochlocknee Police Stumped –
3 Victims ripped to shreds within same hour.”
He reached for the paper, placing it
on the counter not looking up from the article. Sam
continued to read with horror, feeling that familiar
tingle go up his spine when things were amiss in the
world of the supernatural.
bodies of three victims were found brutally torn apart
by their unknown assailant late yesterday evening. Police
received 3 calls just after 7 p.m. to separate locations.
Upon investigation, it was learned that all the victims
were killed around the same time; between 6 p.m. and
just don’t understand how something so brutal
could happen so quickly,” said Officer Mike McGregor
of the Ochlocknee Police Department. “All 3 bodies
had the exact same marks, indicating the same style
of torture. How 3 murderers could plan such a well coordinated
attack in that short time frame is a mystery.”
James Henry, another officer on the scene said, “No
one saw or heard anything. There is no evidence pointing
to a suspect. The only thing we have to go on is the
fact that all 3 individuals had the same date of birth
– June 10th.
case is disturbingly similar to the chain of events
that happened 3 days earlier in Camilla, Georgia, where
the same circumstances are still being investigated…”
Sam’s concentration broke from
the paper as he felt the young girl staring at him,
obviously annoyed that he was lost in thought and not
paying attention to her. “I’m sorry, what
did you say?” He gave her a warm smile, waiting
for the question to be answered.
“Nothing. Total’s $19.83,”
she said with an aloof tone. Sam pulled out his wallet
and handed her $20. Debbie quickly made the change,
bagged his groceries and watched him leave the store,
tilting her head slightly. She sighed as she checked
out what she had missed earlier.
Sam picked up his gait as he made his
way back to the hotel. This was something they needed
to investigate right away. Being ripped to shreds sounded
an awful lot like the Daevas in Chicago and that couldn’t
be a good sign.
* * * *
was silence in the air; that was the first thing that
Dean noticed. The usual sound of Sam’s staccato
rhythm was missing. He cracked an eye open to see the
sheets strewn on the floor and no little brother. Great!
The next place to look, although he knew it would be
a dead end, was the bathroom. He cocked his head toward
that direction to see the door open and dark. This prompted
door number 3 – checking the clock.
“Damn it, Sammy, can’t
you make it to 6 o’clock anymore?”
As if in answer, the door to the hotel
room slowly opened; light from the rising sun spilling
in a quick line to the side of the television. Sam silently
pushed it with unwarranted stealth only to find his
brother staring him in the face with an annoyed look.
“Mornin’ sunshine,” Sam tried, knowing
that Dean would be pissed. He added the Winchester bright
smile, dimples widening, but he was right as his cheeriness
fell flat on his brother’s weary face. Sam ended
propped himself higher in the bed. “And what the
hell do you think you’re doing sneaking off like
that?” he scolded, voice cracking with its first
use of the day. “I thought we had an understanding
about little brothers going missing.”
Sam closed the door behind him and
opened the curtain slightly to let the early morning
sun in. Natural light was always better than the Edison
variety. He plopped the bag of goodies on the table,
threw the paper on the bed and handed the black coffee
to the ornery young man. Dean tried to keep looking
angry, but ultimately he took it with a nod. He still
glowered at the young sibling, waiting for an answer.
“I was up, I was hungry, so I
went for a walk. Better than me clicking on the keyboard,
right?” Sam said trying to justify his Houdini
act. He knew that Dean still got a little skittish after
the incident with the Benders. Sam mentally berated
himself for not just leaving a note telling Dean where
he ran off to. “Besides, not only did I stock
up on your favorite junk food, I brought you what every
growing boy needs.” Sam walked over and handed
Dean a chocolate covered donut, and a 10-ounce bag of
eyed the donut carefully and snatched the M&Ms.
They didn’t usually eat this kind of breakfast
fare, so every once in a while it was a nice treat.
Bribery. Dean was grateful to have it as his
stomach suddenly seemed alive. He gnashed the sweet
roll in 4 quick bites and washed it down with the coffee.
Sam watched in awe as his brother took out the donut
with ease. He couldn’t help but laugh at the irony
of his sudden change when it came to eating all things
bad for you.
younger sibling took his own donut and sat on the bed,
facing his brother. He looked him over as if he had
some magic divining rod of aches and pains. He started
from the scratches on his face, pausing on the ribcage.
In, out. In, out. Not much difficulty – good.
He did truly seem to be at full strength, and if Dean
was ready to begin hunting again, so was he.
“Listen,” he said quickly
reaching for the paper he tossed on the bed, “when
I was at the mart, I picked up the paper. Take a look
at that headline.”
took the paper and perused the front page with interest.
“Trio of Grisly Murders leave Ochlocknee
Police Stumped – 3 Victims ripped to
shreds within same hour.”
“Ripped to shreds in an hour?
That doesn’t sound good,” he said as he
continued to read the article, sipping the coffee.
Dean glanced up at Sam who was watching
him like a hawk. Sam wanted to know how ready his brother
really was to hit the road after Honey Island. Years
of experience let the older sibling know he was being
tested with this article; seeing what he really wanted
to do. If anything. Dean was surprised at how much he
enjoyed the time doing nothing, but he knew Ochlocknee
was where they needed to go.
“So, when do you want to leave?”
released a silent breath of relief. He really is
okay. This piece practically did jumping jacks
at him at the market and he knew they needed to check
it out. Now he knew that his brother was on board and
they could take out the nasty in Georgia.
I want to see what else I can find online. The article
says that the same thing happened in Camilla, Georgia,
3 days prior. I want to see if we can find any other
information,” Sam replied, heading to the laptop
and clicking it open. He made himself comfortable in
the chair; donut in one hand and coffee resting near
Dean rose from the bed and gave a long
stretch. He winced slightly from the still present abdominal
strain, but the pain was lessening every day. The hunter
would never admit it, but the yoga poses really did
wonders for his muscles. “I’m gonna grab
a quick shower and wake up, since you’ve got an
hour on me.” He gave Sam a lopsided grin and headed
toward the bathroom. Sam snorted in reply as he quickly
dove into the world of research.
Sam was so engrossed in the articles
he didn’t even notice his brother walking up behind
him from the bathroom 20 minutes later. “Did you
find anything?” Dean asked, startling Sam into
reality. He shot his head back to see his brother smirking
at him, clearly not expecting to get the jump on his
little brother. Dean could not pass up the opportunity
to ridicule him. “Geez, Francis, getting a little
“Sorry, I’m just reading
about the victims. I lost track of the time,”
he said grabbing the coffee and taking a final sip before
disposing of the cup in the waste can. “The only
thing they have in common is the birthday, but I can’t
figure out why they were chosen. It seems so random.”
He turned the computer so Dean could see what he was
looking at. There were 3 pictures of the victims - varying
ages and nationalities.
“Look. First person, Joanne Hasting,
41, Caucasian. Second victim, Jonathon Wilson, 34, African
American. Third, Kristen Wong, 28, Asian American.”
The screen held limited information about the victims.
Sam hit the down arrow and scrolled to the next page
with a hint of frustration in his voice. “Why
June 10th? Why all within an hour?”
Dean pulled the other chair next to
Sam as they looked at the screen. He glanced at the
newspaper article, seeing the name of the other town.
“What about Camilla? Did you find anything there?”
he asked, giving a side-glance to his brother.
Sam broke from the momentary brooding
and continued on. “Yeah, it was the same thing,
only this time, it was April 16th. ” He clicked
through the pages to the other story link. Sam pulled
the story to full screen and scrolled down. “Michael
James, 54, Caucasian; Jennifer Murray, 33, Caucasian;
Jose Rivera, 24, Latino American.” Sam dug into
his eyes with the palms of his hands, willing the information
to come to him in any form whatsoever. He leaned back
in the chair, frustrated by the lack of information.
Dean countered the move by putting his elbows on his
knees, coming closer to his brother.
It had been a personal hunt in Louisiana;
one of life and death. His life. Dean never liked it
when it was personal. That meant that something was
trying to hurt his family, and that made Dean a handful
to deal with. Nothing messed with his family.
These were the kinds of jobs that Dean
liked best – a puzzle to be solved, good research
by geek boy and an evil son of a bitch to send back
to hell. Yup, it sounded right up their alley.
I guess we start with Ochlocknee. Ask around, see if
anything is out of the ordinary, then head up to Camilla
and do the same.”
looked to his brother, wanting to take that next step
and cross into ‘the girly zone,’ but he
knew better. Dean was saying all the things that Sam
wanted to hear, but was he really ready to
hunt again? It almost seemed like Dean was enjoying
himself over the last couple of days. No mention of
hunting at all. Sam would have been happy to stay for
a few more days and rest up further, but something about
this case shot off the EMF in his head. In the end,
Sam nodded and closed the computer as Dean got up from
They had work to do.
* * * *
had already been in the car 4 ½ hours puttering
away on US Route 84 and Sam was getting antsy. He didn’t
know why this hunt had called out to him, but there
was definitely something wrong, and they needed to figure
it out - fast. If he wouldn’t have gone out for
his early morning stroll, i.e. never making it to 5
a.m. anymore in the sleep department, he might never
have seen this gig. He found that things like that happened
to him more frequently. Sorry you didn’t win
the jackpot in the telekinesis game. You do, however,
leave with the parting gifts of painful visions and
creepy vibes. Remember to have your pets spayed or neutered.
Thanks for playing!
shook his head at his internal monologue and looked
over to Dean who was blaring the Point of Know Return
album by Kansas. The current track
Paradox. While normally Kansas
didn’t bother Sam, for some reason it hit every
last nerve Sam had left. The fast music was assaulting
the right side of Sam’s head and he was starting
to get a headache. He just wanted to think in peace,
and that was never easy when Dean had control of the
radio – which was always.
Sam was worried that the Daevas were
back, sans Meg, to finish up where they left off. The
Demon knew how to draw the Winchesters out into the
open, and something like this case was a worm on a hook.
While Caleb, God rest his soul, was able to get the
information to Dean the first time around, Sam still
had doubts about how to fully vanquish these shadows.
The flare was a good trick, but it didn’t kill
them. The Daevas left the scene of the last crime post
haste after their exposure to the light and their freedom
from Meg. They were free to do whatever they pleased
in the world. That was never a good thing.
None of it made any real sense. Why
did they pick victims that all had the same birthdays?
What was the significance? There had to be more to it.
Once they made it to Ochlocknee, he would start up the
research again. Together he and Dean would figure it
spotted the sign that said “Ochlocknee City Limit.
Home of Old South Day, 2nd Sat – Nov.” There
was not much present in the small town - being only
a square mile with a population of 605. Making a quick
executive decision, Dean headed a few miles southeast
on Hwy 19 and ended up in Thomasville. He picked the
Thomasville Inn, which boasted free local calls and
free wireless hi-speed internet access. Not to mention
HBO on a 27-inch color TV! Not too big; not a chain
hotel. And it had a valet service! Dean laughed at that.
This looked like their place!
clerk watched as Dean walked through the door. Just
from those few steps, he knew that this young man had
a confidence about him. He swaggered as he walked. Cocky
but able to back it up. Not someone you’d mess
with in a bar fight. All those psychology classes
must have paid off to read someone that well! Maybe
I just watch 'Monk’ too much!
“Afternoon. I’d like a
room for tonight and maybe tomorrow,” Dean looked
at the man’s nametag, “Josh,” he added
with the Winchester charm about him, handing him the
latest scammed credit card. “It’s me and
my brother.” He indicated as the clerk saw the
tall man perched by the black car gathering items.
He looked at the credit card and then
back to the young man standing in front of him. Josh
was fascinated with him for no apparent reason other
than the way he carried and presented himself. The usual
folk that entered the Inn were either locals who got
kicked out by their spouses after knocking back a few
too many, or tourists coming to see the local plantations
or the Big Oak, the mighty and majestic 323-year-old
tree! This man was certainly no nature lover and he
didn’t think that plantations were quite his style.
no problem - Jason,” he said as he read the fake
name on the credit card. “I’ll put you down
for two nights and if you need to cancel, we’ll
work that out.” Josh pulled out the registry and
the sheets for the credit card. He slowly fit the card
into the runner on the machine, stalling for time. “So,
what are you boys doin’ in town? Here for the
festivals? Not much around here end of February.”
He looked up with his eyes only as he continued to scribble
in the notebook.
of a sudden, Dean realized he was being scoped out,
and he didn’t know why. “Just passing through
really. It’s better to be south of the Mason Dixon
line when it’s cold anyway. We’ll probably
head down through Florida eventually and catch some
rays.” Dean added with a smile as he signed his
name – Jason Teague – and looked up at the
man. “Do you know a good place to eat around here?”
He handed him back the slip of paper and the pen.
Josh looked over the sheet and tucked
it into the drawer. “There’s a bunch of
restaurants up the way; 1 is the Covey in the Comfort
Suites. There’s also a good seafood place called
Crawdaddy’s. Couple other things up that way too.
You’ll find something.” He leaned back to
the shelves behind the counter and found a few brochures,
handing them to Dean. “You might find some of
these things of interest.”
Dean took the pamphlets and wondered
what this guy thought he would be interested in.
Onstage and Company (TOSAC)
Local, live theatre at its best! This wonderful group
entertains locals and surrounding communities with classics,
comedies, musicals and dramas. Their home is a storefront
theater on Broad Street in Downtown Thomasville.”
“This is probably more up my
brother’s alley, than mine. He was a theatre geek
in High School,” he smiled politely wondering
what the hell was going on. “Well, thanks for
these. We’ll take a look,” the young hunter
said, grabbing the 2 room keys and heading for the door.
“I’ll let you know about tomorrow night.”
He waved as he walked out.
The room was clean and pleasant. Sam
was excited about the wireless internet. Most hotels
had the accommodations, but every once in a while they
would get stuck and Sam would have to hit the local
coffee shop to get the connection. It didn’t take
him long to open the computer and get started on the
There was not a lot of information
available about the murders since they happened the
night before, but Sam took a stab at it anyway. He clicked
through some local newspapers, and even checked out
the message boards for the area. Aggravation took over
after a very short time as Sam got up from the computer
and made his way to the bathroom. He turned the faucet
and let the water run for a few minutes. Sam splashed
the cool stream on his face and looked at his dreary
complexion, wondering what was going on here.
It was too early for the reporters
to add to their stories. That meant only one thing.
think we should go to 1 of the crime scenes,”
Dean interjected right into Sam’s thoughts. Dean
was busy holding the side of the bathroom door up, looking
a little tired as he watched his little brother take
out his frustrations on the streaming liquid. “Geek
boy is tapped out on his sources, so we talk to the
OPD and see what they have to say.” Dean approached
the sink and threw a towel at his brother. Sam caught
it and dried his face.
They were off, heading back up Hwy
19 to Ochlocknee. Dean had the radio off for a change
and his brother was grateful for the head time. Theories
flashed in and out of his mind but nothing made sense.
He hoped that going to one of the homes would give the
hunters a clue as to what was going on.
found the addresses of the 3 murders and they randomly
chose Jonathon Wilson to investigate. Their normal garb
seemed unnecessary in this small town, so the Men
in Black suits stayed in the trunk, next to their
alarm company uniforms. We have our own little costume
shoppe! The Impala ground to a halt in front of
the home on Wurst Street and the 2 ‘FBI agents’
ambled up to the pathway, badges at the ready.
the hell would want to live on a street called Wurst?
Aren’t you just asking for trouble,” quipped
Dean as they edged closer to the house. Sam snorted
in reply but said nothing. Leave it to Dean to inject
humor into the direst of circumstances.
Even though the murder had occurred
several hours before, there were still many crime scene
investigators on the prowl. Noticeably absent was the
coroner, which meant no look at the body; although they
didn’t think that would be such a bad thing.
They approached the door only to have
it opened before they were able to knock. A local officer,
immediately on the defensive, shot a look at both the
casually dressed men before her.
is a closed crime scene. I’m sorry you will have
to leave,” she stated as she closed the door and
began to make her way past the interlopers. Quick as
she was, Dean was faster and whipped out the badge,
blocking her way. He watched her features as she scanned
the identification and sighed ever so slightly. Gotcha!
“I’m Agent Osbourne, this
is Agent Wakeman. We are here investigating the rash
of murders in the area over the past few days,”
Dean spouted as he reused the name that Sam had given
as their surname in the hospital. He was excited about
Ozzy and his keyboardist being secret agents, so the
names fell easily from his lips. He placed the badge
in his pocket. “We were called in to see what
the hell is going on around here. What can you tell
us so far?”
The woman put her guard down as she
succumbed to the inevitable questioning.
“Honestly, we have no idea what
did this,” the officer began, clearly unsettled
with the nature of the murder. “The flesh was
actually ripped from the bone and scattered all over
the kitchen. I’ve never seen anything like it.
And the smell. Like instant decay. Thank God the kid
wasn’t home. He is up visiting an aunt out of
“Can we take a look inside? We
might be able to learn a bit more from the scene and
talking with other technicians,” Sam suggested
in a soothing tone. The officer nodded and opened the
“You’ll have to excuse
me. I’ve had enough of this place.” She
turned from the house, leaving the 2 agents to their
Scattered everywhere were technicians
taking samples and bagging items. The house, in general,
was in disarray before the murder occurred. It seemed
that Jonathon was the single parent of a small child,
and it showed. A small stuffed animal cowered in the
corner of the living room, now covered in blood. Anger
brewed in Dean as he regarded the toy. Another evil
son of a bitch was reeking havoc for no good reason.
brothers entered the kitchen to investigate further.
The body had already been removed and its odd shaped
outline was traced on the floor. Blood and carnage were
strewn everywhere, invoking a slight gag reflex in Sam.
And the officer was definitely right about the decaying
smell. He composed himself quickly knowing he would
get crap from Dean as soon as they left the crime scene.
“Excuse me,” Dean started advancing to the
nearest technician, “can you give me some background
on what happened here?”
young professional pulled his goggles from his eyes
and placed them on top of his stringy hair. He did not
have time to be bothered with newcomers, but he did
take notice of the scratches on the first man’s
face, wondering what would have caused them. Near the
investigator's feet was a bag with what looked like
pieces of skin. He reached down and grasped it, noticing
the grimace in the taller man’s face. The technician
internally smiled and glanced between the 2 ‘agents’
before him, took a breath and began his diatribe.
“Whatever killed this man was
fast as lightning. He was skinned alive and ripped to
shreds. It was totally disgusting, but in the same sense
it’s the most fascinating thing I’ve ever
seen,” the young man licked his lips as he continued
to describe the grisly murders. “I heard about
the other ones, you know, up in Camilla, but they weren’t
in my county. My buddy worked that case. Same kind of
massacre as this one.” He took a moment to look
around the crime scene. “I jumped all over this
case as soon as I heard about it. I’ll get to
work the other ones in Ochlocknee too since our department
is so small. I just haven’t had time to get to
and bustle continued around them as people wove in and
out of the scene. No one gave the trio a second glance.
The photographer made his way from room to room, gathering
whatever additional evidence the camera would reveal
for a later time.
“Are there any theories about
how someone could have done this?” inquired Sam,
watching the commotion around him, carefully keeping
away from the bag of skin the man held.
Dean looked at Sam and suppressed a
grin. Not many people could push Sam’s buttons
this early on. This kid was clearly toying with Sam’s
uneasy stomach. He had to admire that, even though he
had a bit of an attitude.
“Not really. In Camilla they’re
stumped as well. The precision of the cuts and accuracy.
This is someone who really knows their anatomy, well,
several someones with the exact same skills. It takes
a lot of planning to commit 3 murders within an hour.
This was a carefully choreographed plan,” he added,
furrowing his brow at the thought of that possibility.
“They must have knocked the victim out quickly
and just carved him up like a turkey. I really don’t
Dean shifted his legs and took a step
toward the man as someone scurried by him unexpectedly.
“Do you have a cause of death? Or at least a theory?”
Dean inquired looking at the devastation in the kitchen
area. He glanced at the refrigerator where he noticed
a child’s school photograph. Jonathan’s
had to end. Devastation like this to a family was unacceptable.
To anyone. Dean was working off Sam’s theory back
at the hotel and decided to try a different approach.
“What about things, organs, missing.
Like for instance, his heart? Were all the organs intact?”
shot Dean a look. The Daeva’s had taken Meredith’s
heart in Chicago, even after ripping her apart. Dean
was able to unearth that tidbit of information from
a young police officer who took a fancy to him. Sam
smiled at the quick thinking of his brother to try to
pin down this monster.Yeah, he was definitely back
in the hunt.
investigator gave Dean an odd look and answered with
a touch of hostility. “His skin was missing. That’s
an organ. But yeah his heart was there, the skeleton
was all there, even though some of it was crushed and
broken. All the muscles were exposed, but the internal
organs were in place,” replied the young man,
clearly bored with the Q&A session. He had his own
questions to ask and he wasn’t a fan of authoritative
figures. It was time to volley back to these know-it-alls.
“Why? Do you have your own theory about
what did this? Isn’t that why the FBI is here?
To help us solve the case?”
Dean flared at the continued indignant
tone of this kid and opened his mouth to shoot off a
smart ass answer but Sam quickly stepped in. “We’re
sorry – Tony,” he said noticing the man’s
work badge for the first time, “we are not at
liberty to state the facts of the case at this time.
Once something has been confirmed, we are free to discuss
with all parties involved.”
Tony seemed to take that answer as
gospel, not truly expecting anything less and backed
away from Dean. “Well, I’d sure like to
know what the hell went on here. You might get a little
farther with my buddy up in Camilla. His name’s
Michael Carmelo. He’s already been through autopsies
and everything. Might shed some more light on the case
so you can shine it on us as well.”
nodded at the kid. He had spunk, even if he did grate
on his last nerve. “Thanks, that’d be great.
If you can give me contact information, we’ll
go see him later.”
With a quick flick of the wrist, he
pulled out Michael’s business card, almost expecting
to be asked for it. Dean took it with a smile and added
a “Thanks” as the brothers turned and walked
out the door.
safely outside, then turned to each other and stated
in unison “It’s not a Daeva.”
* * * *
sat in silence as the Impala rumbled back towards their
home base in Thomasville. Dean wasn’t sure if
he was relieved or incensed that this monster wasn’t
a Daeva. Their last encounter with said creature was
not a pleasant one, and they hadn’t actually figured
out how to kill them. However, now they would have to
shift into overdrive to discover what the hell this
thing was and how to stop it. Dean had a feeling there
was something else coming. Sam wouldn’t have gotten
the heebie jeebies over this article for nothing.
was lost in thought. He was so sure it was a Daeva and
now he would have to do more research to figure it out.
What rips the flesh off a person like that? It definitely
is a type of demon. No question there. Sam continued
swimming around in his head, not noticing they had arrived
at the hotel. The car stopped and Dean had to punch
Sam to let him know they were ‘home.’ He
grabbed the laptop and followed in his brother’s
Dean threw the keys on the table as he heard Sam close
the door gently behind him.
this sucks out loud! We’re back to square 1,”
he finally said releasing some of the anger from the
crime scene. The image of the teddy bear kept crawling
back into his head. “What the hell is this thing?
Do you have any ideas?”
shook his head. “Not a clue. I think we may have
some more luck with the victims in Camilla. It was 3
days ago so there should be more about them available.
Where they worked, maybe even a funeral.” He pulled
up the original article from the other town revealing
the 3 names of the victims there. “Michael James,
Jennifer Murray and Jose Rivera.”
older hunter pulled off his jacket and lay on the bed,
crossing his feet as he made himself comfortable. Dean
knew that getting more frustrated would do no good.
He sighed slightly as his hands went behind his head.
He smiled suddenly as he watched his brother in action.
Research was Geek Boy’s job and he was happy to
pass it along. That nasty had no idea what was coming
paged through the internet articles, occasionally mumbling
to himself about useless reporters and complete lack
of brain activity. He was oblivious to Dean’s
stare through the back of his skull. Once he got in
the research groove there was no stopping him. Sam heard
the TV turn on but didn’t turn to see what his
brother had decided on. He rifled through page after
page trying to discover who these people were and if
they had any other link than their birthday.
were several clicks on the keyboard and a few mouse
strokes until Sam found what he was looking for. Jose
was an executive for a finance company and Michael worked
as a CPA for a large accounting firm. Jennifer Murray
was employed by a convenience store in Camilla –
the 24 Hour Mart. Catchy name. It would be
difficult to get into the men’s companies to snoop
around on a whim. The convenience store, however, was
a different story.
young hunter turned to let his brother know what he
had found out when he finally noticed that Dean was
watching a rerun of MacGyver. Sam observed
for a few moments and noted that Teri Hatcher was in
the episode. He cocked his head and snorted a “hmm”
at the revelation.
didn’t know she was on MacGyver? I thought
she only did Lois and Clark in the 80’s,”
remarked Sam as he sat on the bed next to his brother,
suddenly interested in the program. The research was
draining, and sitting watching some mindless TV seemed
a good idea.
Lois and Clark was in the 90’s, if you
must know,” retorted Dean snidely. Sam gave him
a quick scowl and returned his gaze to the television,
along with his brother, leaving the comment alone.
I guess this character was on a few times before. This
is a crack up,” Dean added, clearly enjoying the
episode and bringing his brother up to speed, pointing
at the TV as he recanted the story. “They are
going to investigate a haunted mansion that she –
her name’s Penny Parker - just inherited from
her crazy Aunt Betty. But Mac says it can’t be
anything supernatural. There’s no such thing as
You’re on a first name basis with him then,”
quipped Sam as he shoved at his brother’s feet
on the bed, trying to get himself a better seat on the
the cool people know to call him Mac,”
he glared back, going out of his way to make himself
more comfortable on the bed by adjusting the pillows,
and not offering one to his brother. “So, he’s
trying to prove to her that there’s nothing in
the house. But there is something in the house, he just
won’t admit it.”
sat for a few minutes watching the episode, shaking
their heads at every turn. Penny was a believer, but
no dice on Mr. Fix-it. It was obvious that Mac
had lost a few cool points by not believing in ghosts,
but it was as good as anything else on TV at the moment.
you know they were going to do a sequel to this a few
years back?” said Dean breaking the silence during
the commercial, turning towards his brother. “A
Young MacGyver? His nephew. What a stupid idea
that would be.”
don’t know. MacGyver had some cool gadgets
and stuff,” Sam defended, probably a little quicker
than he had intended. “It might be interesting
to do a show with all the updates in technology. There
could be some pretty awesome inventions,” Sam
added looking quizzically at the TV then at his brother;
a realization dawning on him. “How the hell
do you even know about that?”
squirmed for a minute but took it head on. “Dude,
I play on imdb every once in a while. Sometimes, I want
to – look stuff up.”
what? When Lois and Clark was on?” Sam
stopped himself quickly and held out a hand. “Wait.
You know what; I don’t even want to know. What
happens on the internet stays on the internet.”
no such thing as ghosts. There’s no such thing
boys stopped their bickering to give their undivided
attention to the screen. They observed that MacGyver
made Penny Parker chant the phrase several times to
keep herself from losing control. The Winchesters looked
at one another. Sam shook his head but Dean took action.
Mac, but you’ve just been cancelled.” He
shut off the TV and gave his undivided attention to
his brother, throwing the remote to the base of the
bed. He straightened himself up and addressed his brother.
“So, Geek Boy, what did you find?”
I think the best place to start is this 24 Hour Mart
where Jennifer worked,” Sam began, going back
to the computer and scrolling through his notes. Dean
took up residence next to him as he looked at the discoveries
his brother had made. “The other two victims work
in high powered companies. While I’m sure we
could get in there somehow…”
going to be easier to get info from the convenience
store,” Dean interrupted knowing where Sam was
going with his train of thought. Spending the time together
they did produced parallel thinking. “Yeah, I
think you’re right. We should head up there this
evening and check it out.”
slumped and looked at Dean with a different notion.
“Actually, I’d like to go to the library.
Thomasville is a decent sized town, so they
should have some decent information. They should
be open a bit later too.”
noticed the change in his brother’s posture. He
knew Sammy too well, and after spending all that time
online researching, something was up. “Okay. Why?
What is it?”
It’s just,” Sam sighed, closing his computer,
shaking off that impending doom that was nesting in
his gut. “I really thought this was a Daeva, that
we at least could stave it off until we figured out
how to kill it. And now… we don’t know what
we’re up against. I want to try and figure this
out before it happens again.”
stiffened at Sam’s remarks and clicked into Big
Brother mode, jumping to the most logical conclusion.
“Did you have a vision?”
smiled softly. Dean was always there to protect him.
If he sneezed 2 times in a row, he would think he was
getting sick and race to the pharmacy. “No. It’s
just – a feeling. I can’t really explain
it,” he brushed his fingers through his long brown
hair. “It’s gonna happen again, and it’s
gonna be soon. And we’re in the middle of it.”
always,” Dean added, finishing his unspoken words.
“Okay, so I’ll head up to Camilla, snoop
around the 24 mart and see what I can find. You will
spend a fun-filled evening at the library.” He
picked up his keys and headed towards the door, grabbing
his coat. Sam made to punch him, but missed wide purposely.
such a girl.” The door closed behind them.
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