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Notes: Since I'm wrapping up my other Supernatural story, I figured I'd try this one out. It's set in season 8, but also is a bit AU. Everything until 8 happens, but Dean and Cas don't go to Purgatory. The time line for this chapter is early in the morning in the beginning and goes until mid-afternoon at the end.
Warnings: strong language.
"Five victims, male, early thirties. Each had a word carved onto their chest. So far there is Envy, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, and Wrath. Here's the thing though. According to the locals we spoke with, each victim died according to the sin written on them. Andrew Oldman, Envy, died because he tried stealing his neighbor's chainsaw, but it powered to life on it's own and beheaded him. Gluttony, Daniel Scotts, died from overeating. Shoved food down his throat until he choked to death. Greed, Lloyd Wedler, died from wearing so many gold chains around his neck, he suffocated. Sloth, Henry Thewlis, bought it in bed. Wife tried waking him because there was a carbon monoxide warning, but she said he just sighed and buried himself deeper into the blankets. Wrath, Lewis Hartman, decided he wanted to teach his girlfriend a lesson for cheating on him by killing her lover. Lewis and Lover struggled, trying to keep Lewis from shooting Lover. Lewis screws up and shoots himself on accident." Sam Winchester leaned back in the chair he was sitting in as he recounted the case findings so far.
Sam and his brother, Dean, were sitting in a little coffee shop. They had changed out of their suits and were just relaxing until they figured out what they were up against.
"So, dudes are dying by the sins they committed most? Sounds like a witch or a pagan god," Dean said, taking a drink of his coffee.
"Well, no hex bags in, on, or around any of the victim houses. We might very well be looking at a pagan," Sam pointed out. While Dean's coffee was black, Sam had gotten a caramel latte.
"Awesome. Well, let's go find out which one," Dean said, standing up. As he stood, he bumped into a young female who stumbled into Sam, who was also standing. Something cold splashed onto Sam's shirt.
"Oh my god, shit, I'm so sorry!" The girl staggered back, wide-eyed. Sam couldn't help but notice she was very pretty. She had dark brown hair as short and messy as Castiel's, dark brown eyes framed by thick lashes, a tall and lean body, and a tongue ring glinted when she spoke. She was wearing a Gryffindor sweatshirt, faded jeans, and red Converse.
"It's no big deal," Sam said, smiling at her. Her eyes just widened more.
"Holy shit-I mean…I recognize you! I just spilled my iced coffee all over a Fed. God, please don't arrest me!" She grabbed a handful of napkins and tried mopping the coffee off Sam's shirt.
"Hey, calm down. It was an accident," Sam said, gently taking the napkins from her. "I'm Sam and this is Dean, my partner.
"Callista. Call me Cali though." Callista looked closer at them. "It must be so cool working with your brother," she told them.
"How do you know that?" Dean demanded, instantly suspicious. She blushed.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that your eye shape is the same and you both hold yourself a certain way," Callista explained.
"That was a good guess. How'd you know all that?" Sam asked.
If possible, she blushed harder. "I watch Sherlock on BBC a lot. Learned how to deduce people. But like Sherlock, I'm labeled a freak, so I try not to deduce."
Sam grinned. "I like that show. So, what else can you deduce about us?" He was honestly curious, but was unprepared for her answer.
"Hmm…You two are very close, very protective judging by how your body angles towards Dean and how Dean has yet to stop glaring at me. You work for the FBI, but maybe have a military background? Your eyes flicker away every now and then to scout the area, even though your attention is focused on me. Your eyes also darken with memories, so I'm guessing you guys had a rough childhood, maybe still rough life. You have a knife hidden on your right leg and Dean has a gun, a semi-auto, in his left inside-jacket pocket. You like me, your eyes dilated when you first saw me, but Dean doesn't. And since I've been talking, Dean's been checking me to see if I'm hiding any weap-"
"Okay, we're done here!" Dean said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Let's go, Sam." Turning on his heel, he stormed out of the coffee shop.
Sam sighed. "Sorry about him. But you're right, about almost all of it." He paused for a moment. "I don't remember talking to you or your family yet," he stated.
"You haven't. Well, I mean it's just me. Mom's dead, don't know who my dad is, and I'm an only child," Callista said.
Sam grimaced. "Ouch. Sorry to hear that. Well, I expect we'll be in touch soon," he said, smiling at her. He turned to go join Dean, but she grabbed his arm.
"FBI or not, I'm available if you just want some personal time," she whispered in his ear. She slipped a piece of paper into his pocket, let go, flashed him a grin, and disappeared into the crowd. Sam watched her leave, a smile on his face, before walking out and joining his brother.
"You don't think it's weird that everyone we talked to couldn't remember a Callista?" Dean asked, glancing at his brother. They were sitting in the motel room now, trying to figure out the mystery of Callista.
"Maybe they know her by Cali?" Sam suggested.
"Dude, if they don't know Callista's name, I doubt they will know her nickname. No one knows who she is. And there's something about her that reminds me of someone…" Dean could of sworn, when she started deducing them, that something had flashed in her eyes. Something that reminded him of a certain demon named Crowley.
"Dean, she's not a demon or anything," Sam said, defending her.
"You never know, Sam. Have you tried Holy water? Silver?" Dean glared at Sam. Sam was about to retort , but was sidetracked when Castiel suddenly appeared.
"Hello, Dean, Sam," he said, nodding to each of them.
"Hey, Cas," Dean said, waving. Sam repeated his words and actions. "What's new?"
"I found out you were here in Ayrin, Iowa and I came to warn you." Castiel looked around the motel room.
"Warn us?" Sam asked.
"There are demons here. Two of them. One really powerful, one lower form." Castiel said this while still checking the room.
"Why warn us now? You've never sought us out just to warn us and we've been here for about a week now," Dean pointed out.
"Because, one, I checked in just a few hours ago, and found out. Two, even though the lower form will be easy to kill, it's the powerful one you need to worry about," Castiel said, finally looking at them.
"Why? Who is it?" Sam asked.
"I do not know it's name or what it looks like, I had to search by it's strength and power. But you need to worry because it is the child of another powerful demon." He paused and took a deep breath. "Lilith. Lilith had a child and that child is right here. Right now."
"You can't be serious."
"I'm dead serious."
"Dean, think about it! Would Lilith's child really go around drinking iced coffee and wearing Harry Potter clothes?"
"I'm telling you, Sam, something is weird about this!"
"Look, why don't I just talk to her? Do the tests and everything?"
There was a long pause. "Fine, but don't come crying to me when Callista kills you."
Sam scoffed and left the motel, grabbing Dean's car keys. Castiel had left to go scout for the demons. When he had left, Dean brought up the idea that Callista was Lilith's daughter. But Sam had shot him down.
Now, Sam took out his phone and dialed the number that Callista had slipped into his pocket.
"Hello?" Callista answered on the second ring.
"Hey, it's Sam," he said, feeling himself start to grin stupidly at her voice.
"Hey! What's up?" she asked, her voice brightening.
"I was just wondering…would it be okay if I came over?" Sam silently swore as he felt his cheeks redden.
Her response was immediate. "Yeah, totally! I mean-Yeah." Sam could practically feel her blush through the phone. "I live in the blue house by the coffee shop. Do you need me to pick you up?"
"No, that's okay. I'm taking Dean's car."
They said goodbye and hung up. Sam got in the Impala to drive over there. He was nervous because a small part of him worried Dean was right.
Castiel followed Sam. He had not found either demon yet, but then again, he hadn't been searching long. He watched as Sam parked and walked up to a blue house. He watched closely as the girl opened the door, smiling at Sam. He relaxed as her face stayed the same. Not a demon then.
But then he got a good look at her eyes. Red. Castiel had only heard of a few demons that had kept their human bodies. He would never be able to tell they were demons until they were looking him in the eye. The eyes always gave it away.
Not knowing which demon she was, Castiel approached the house cautiously. He willed himself invisible and entered the house.
Moving closer, he decided to see how Sam would handle this.
"I'm glad you took me up on my offer," Callista said. "Would you like anything to drink?"
"Uh, water's good," Sam said. She nodded and went into the kitchen. Castiel until she came back and handed a cup to Sam. She had her own cup and took a drink.
Castiel, having an idea, made a book drop in the other room, causing her to set down her cup and go check it out. Sam quickly poured some holy water into her cup.
"Sorry, must have been the wind," Callista said, coming back into the room.
"It's fine," Sam answered. "So, tell me about yourself," he requested.
She smiled. "Alright. Well, my mom died three years ago. She was a real bitch, always wanting me to take over the family business. Naturally, I rebelled. I want to help people, but she wanted to hurt them. Anyways, I'm a good healer, I love traveling, and I've always wanted a sibling. Like I said, only child. And I'm a huge fangirl," she said, gesturing to her sweatshirt. "So, tell me about you."
He grinned. "I rebelled against the family business too, for a while. My dad wasn't exactly Father of the Year. But seven years ago, my girlfriend died in a fire, a lot like my mom did when I was six months old, and I ended up back in business." He did not mean to reveal that much.
"So, I'm guessing you're not really FBI?" she asked, a sly smile on her face.
Sam looked sheepish. "No, but we are here to help stop the killings."
"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me," she said, leaning close. Sam also leaned closer, their eyes slowly slipping shut.
Suddenly, she jumped back. Unknown to them, Castiel had knocked over the cup full of Holy water onto her. He waited for her to start screaming, but instead she laughed!
"Sorry again, I must of knocked it over. Gosh, I sure know how to ruin a moment," she said, chuckling. Sam grinned widely as her bare arms, she had her sweatshirt sleeves pushed up, showed no signs of anything.
"No, it's okay," he said.
Castiel, however, stared at the slightly pink skin, the only reaction he saw. He had never heard of a demon not reacting to Holy water. That meant either the red eyes were a fluke…or Callista was Lilith's daughter! He had to tell Dean.
