Chronicles of Absolution: Hear No Evil, See No Evil...

Chapter 1

New Harmony, Wisconsin

It was a beautiful night. The full moon was out and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Even though he couldn't hear anything, Javier could appreciate what his other senses could tell him about the neighborhood. Spring had come and he could feel the change in the weather. It was pleasant and he could tell that his fraternal twin brother Jake was enjoying too and was describing the sounds he could make out.

Javier had been born deaf and Jake lost his hearing due to meningitis when he was little. Javier didn't mind not hearing since he and his brother learned to sign and have been doing it since they were kids. Jake sometimes missed hearing but he loved his brother and the community that they lived in where the people were blind, deaf and hearing and everyone knew some form of sign or could read lips and knew how to treat people who lost a sense or two. There were even a few with physical disabilities.

As they walked towards their home they came across the captain moving along in his chair and taking care of something for his house. He spotted them and waved out to them and called out, "Double time it Double J."

Jake laughed as he signed to Javier, Captain Ironsides says hello.

Javier nodded since he knew that the veteran liked them and called them a nickname since their names both started with the letter 'J'. They came up with a sign for the veteran and showed it to him and he liked it. When he came to New Harmony the captain was bitter about his war injury from his tour in Iraq and wanted to get away from everything. They had been persistent even though Jake was the smartass of the pair and they became friends.

Jake grinned and signed back to their friend, Yes sir. Then the boys gave a salute to indicate that they were going to carry out their order while the captain laughed as he went about doing his evening chores for the night.

The boys passed through the center of town to where the town's water fountain was. Javier tugged on his brother's jacket sleeve to indicate that he was to stop. Jake stopped and turned to see what Javier was looking at. He grinned a bit as they looked.

The fountain was an inspiration from a local artist who was commissioned to design the fountain that would go in front of city hall in the center of town. It wasn't meant to be insulting but rather a reflection of the people that lived in New Harmony. In fact many of the people thought that the design was fitting.

The statue in the center was of the three monkeys that were a novelty item. One had its hands over its ears, the middle had his over his eyes and the third had his over his mouth. They sat side by side and their seat billowed into a curtain of water below into the main basin. The plaque at the base said the sum of what the fountain said: Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil and you feel no evil.

The idea was to remind the people of how they were towards one another especially with a population with a vast majority of the people with some sort of disability. It wasn't exactly a perfect town but the people living there were essentially good people. Most of them went to church and there were some who did their gatherings if they happened to be of a different religious orientation.

Javier tugged on Jake's sleeve and signed, I can never get enough of the view.

Yeah like you can't get enough of Emily Hunt. Jake grinned at his brother as he teased him about his interest in a girl at the school they went to.

She hears, Javier signed, We're just friends.

Jake made a sound in his throat. Since he lost hearing, he could speak with his voice. It sounded strange but he could make himself be understood if necessary. Yeah right little big bro. You like her and she likes you.

She hangs out with Kyle.

He's a jock. You're the genius and she likes that. Ask her out.

Don't be stupid. Javier made a slight frown as he signed. It would never work out.

Now that is stupid. You don't know if it will work out or not. Jake gave a firm look as he looked up at his tall brother.

Don't give me that.

Big brother. I win.

Javier threw a face at his brother and signed, Dude, what are you five?

Look who's talking, Jake retorted. He stared at Javier for a time until he added, Hey think about the fountain. Ask Ems out. You never know and even then… He shrugged his shoulders.

You can be a jerk you know.

And you can be a bitch.

They freely cussed since they usually got a talking to from their mom who disliked swearing even if it was in sign. She may be able to hear but she had learned to sign along with their dad and could tell what was cussing. They ended up learning them anyway and they used them when they were not at home.

Javier made a face at his brother. It caused Jake to laugh at him and give him a slap across the shoulders before he signed, My baby bro likes a girl. His first.

And I'm sure you made a job of it with yours.

Can I help it if I'm the cool and awesome one?

If it meant acknowledging your overinflated ego.

Hey!

Javier shrugged his shoulders like it was an accident but completely unapologetic about it. He gave a smile that was designed to play cute and said that he had one up on his brother. If you paid more attention to your studies than the girls…

Alright knock it off. I get it. But still Javi has the hots for a girl.

Fine. I'll ask her but if she says no then I'm kicking your ass.

I'd like to see you try. You may be freakishly huge but I can still take you out.

I've been practicing.

Yeah right.

The brothers signed a little more before turning away and continuing on their way home. They couldn't be late for dinner otherwise they would be grounded. Jake signed about something that he heard in the halls at school and Javier was signing that he was talking complete shit.

Later when darkness completely settled over the town, the person that had been watching the people passing by all day stepped out of the shadows. They walked forward to the middle of the street that was now deserted. Even if there was an effective police force available they wouldn't be able to a damn thing.

It was easy to slip by wearing the dark hoodie acquired. It was a little degrading and it was the kind of thing a homeless bum would wear but it served its purpose. There was also nothing to fear since there was no one except the town drunk that apparently everyone in this happy little town left alone and tolerated since he was virtually harmless and considered a little crazy.

The chant was easy to do. It was an old spell and one saved for just an occasion like this. It was of course in the old Latin. It was a virtual given when it came to spells unless it was one of those old ones like this one but he couldn't read dead languages. It had been translated into the old Latin which was the best substitute.

As the spell chant was finished, the head lifted and noticed that the monkeys glowed. A grin graced the lips as a final chant was added and in English, "And now let the trap be set and what had been started will now be finished."

"What are you doing?"

The sound of the siren and the bellow from the patrol car caught the attention of the hooded one. Turning there was a cop who looked like he had too many doughnuts and upset that he pulled the night shift. Advancing, the hooded one said, "Evening officer. Just walking around and enjoying the night air."

"He was violating the sanctuary," the drunk came up and started gesturing wildly at the hooded one.

The cop looked at the drunk and said, "Red, calm down." He gestured with his hand to try and calm the agitated drunk down.

"He violated the sanctuary. The great evil will rain down and drive the people to the rivers of blood," Red the drunk gestured wildly. "He had the eyes. The dark eyes of evil."

The cop shook his head and looked towards the hooded one. He was looking at the drunk. Something flickered and the cop frowned. "Sorry about that. Red is Red."

The drunk was still gesturing wildly at the hooded one. At that moment the breeze blew through and the cop looked at the person he was questioning. It was then he saw a book that had strange symbols on it and they weren't Christian ones. The hooded one looked at the book and then at the cop who was looking at him and said, "You will be sorry you saw that."

The night was suddenly filled with screams as Red screamed about the evil with black eyes. Then there was the crushing sound of bones breaking and the spray of blood as it spattered on the ground. The cop shouted and pulled his gun. Gunshots filled the air and where suddenly silenced by screams and the sound of blood.

The hooded figure looked at the handiwork of the blood everywhere and started walking towards the shadows. From his pocket he pulled a cell phone out and dialed a number and held it to his ear. When he got the person that he was calling he said, "It's done. The spell has been set."

Good. Do what you do best and have fun.

The hooded figure couldn't help but grin as he disconnected the call and tossed it aside. It was a burner phone so it was untraceable. He continued to walk through the night as he headed towards the base of operations he had assumed. He walked through the down and past the people that were talking and heading in the direction he had come from. He muttered unintelligibly to himself as he continued to walk towards his dwelling.

The room was a slum but not too bad. This piss ant happy town liked to keep their buildings looking nice. This was as close to the preference that could be gotten to. The deed was done and now it was a matter of waiting. Putting the book on the table, he opened it to find a spell that would prove helpful and then pulled the bowl he had prepped for the occasion. He chanted in Latin and got who he was making the phone call to and said, "It is time."

He didn't wait for a response and cut the connection. He went back to the book and took out the thick piece of vellum that had been tucked in the spine. Looking at it a slight sneer appeared on his face. He set it on the table and pulled out something else out of his pocket. He chuckled as he prepared and said, "Come out, come out, wherever you are." He then began to chant. Soon the fun would begin.

The house had been condemned and was the source of the trouble in this hind end of space town. The thing was a werewolf, at least that was what the Winchesters thought when they rolled into town on the case. Of course having seen quite a bit, they weren't sure if the werewolf was a new age, a Lupei, or a full on lycanthrope so they prepared for any eventuality.

It had been easy enough getting onto the property since it was pretty much falling apart and that meant the potential for some falling debris. The house looked small on the outside but the inside was huge and there were plenty of places for the thing to hide. It was from one of these places in which their guy sprang out and the jaws went snapping and they weren't dealing with one or two but three.

"Sonofabitch! Sasha." Dean held up his gun trying to get a clean shot. Sasha was in the way though since she was dealing out the hurt in keeping the distance between the fugly and Dean. "Get out of the way."

It was the wrong thing to say since Sasha pivoted out of the way of the sharp nails of the werewolf that took a swipe at her. It left Dean clear for an attack and he ended up getting shoved into the wall of the room and left a dent in the wall. He was on the ground and the werewolf was on top of him trying to kill him but he was trying to hold the thing back.

He got lucky when the werewolf was tackled by a fairly large ball of fur with snarling and snapping jaws. Of course the thing scratched him good on his upper arm. Dean looked at the hole and swore, "Sonofabitch."

Sasha in the meantime had a hard, bone crushing grip on the arm of the werewolf. Her snarls were heard as she held onto her death grip and shook her body to cause ripping and tearing. Her muscled body refused to give into the tugs from the werewolf. She even managed to avoid the swipes the werewolf delivered her way.

Dean pulled up his gun and aimed. At that moment Sasha moved and pulled the arm to leave the chest open to attack. Three taps into the heart and the werewolf was down. Dean managed to take a breath of relief as Sasha released her hold on the dead werewolf. He winced from the slash to his arm and knew that he was going to get the full on treatment from Angela. Thinking of her led him to concern for Sam.

They really shouldn't have taken this case since Sam was still healing from the lacerations to his forearms he got in Windom, Minnesota. Angela's own lacerations were bad but those ghouls learned not to mess with her when she got her back up. Still they really shouldn't have with still healing injuries but they were there and these werewolves were on a killing spree and this was the last night of the full moon.

Sam's research led them to there and was insistent on going even when he listened to his brother's loud logic and Angela's quiet form. They were unprepared for the grand total of three werewolves and they were separated. Knowing this, Dean motioned at Sasha and started moving through the house that was loud and creaking. The thumps were hardly reassuring.

Suddenly there was a loud crash and that had Dean heading towards the staircase upstairs. He paused once he reached the top of the stairs and looked around. The urge to call out to his brother and Angela was great but it could cost them if they were in a situation where the slightest change could affect the outcome. So Dean proceeded with caution and motioned at Sasha to move. He rounded a corner and then something pounced on him behind and he was down and he heard Sasha snarl and bark and then the squeak that indicated she had been hurt. Dean tried to move but saw black as his head met the ground.

In the meantime Sam was holding his gun and moving through what was supposedly the living area or something. He heard crashes, Sasha's snarls and other noises that indicated that at least his brother was in good hands. Angela, he had no idea since they had been forced to separate when they had been cornered in a hall by two werewolves. She went one way and he went the other and now he was playing hide and go seek.

Moving slowly around, Sam searched, looking for any sign of an imminent attack. He pointed his gun loaded with the silver bullets and checked everywhere as he moved through the house. He could hear his breaths coming short and rapid and got the distinct feeling that someone was watching him and looked around trying to find it, certain that it was one of the three werewolves they had found.

Rounding a corner found Sam in a kitchen dining room and it looked like it had been ravaged. He could make out the claw marks on the broken furniture and the walls. It was like a fight went on in here and it had Sam wonder if they were wrong about the number of werewolves like they were the first time they came up here. He swallowed down the lump in his throat as he continued through the kitchen continuing his search.

The attack came from behind and he was thrown to the ground and ended up falling through the rotting wood. It hurt like hell falling down the flight of stairs into the cellar and he did what he could to protect his forearms as he rolled down. He landed hard and by something rather big and… hairy?

Wincing, Sam looked around next to him. He managed to grab his flashlight that he managed to hold onto and turn it in the direction of the lump he hit. He jumped and shuffled away when he realized that the hairy body was a dead lycanthrope. It looked like its own heart had been ripped out and it had Sam frowning at that. It was a distraction though and he was grabbed from behind and thrown into some rotting shelves and collapsed to the ground.

The werewolf seemed to loom over Sam when another body collided with it and the two of them collided into another set of shelves. That was good and all but Sam was distracted when he saw Angela huddling above him with one hand on his and her other hand holding her chakram which she put on her belt and pulled out her own gun. She was looking at the two werewolves that were swatting at each other while they got to their feet.

Sam blinked and gasped when Angela stood up in the challenging posture against the two werewolves. She was giving that grin and saying, "Come on. Surely you dogs can take on a vamp?"

That started the charge. Sam really had been against her heckling them when they entered the place, playing upon the bred hatred that the werewolves had for the vampires. She did it anyway to draw them out and it had him wonder if she had noticed something that could have indicated multiple werewolves, which was an anomaly in of itself since the ones they came across went solo.

The werewolves charged and Angela held her gun ready she brought it up and fired. She hit one and the other ducked and continued the charge. She finished off the werewolf she had hit and turned to fire on the other one. Her gun was knocked out of her hand and she was charged into the wall. She had grabbed the werewolf in a manner to slow the rate and she bared her fangs while the werewolf snarled at her.

To Sam it was too reminiscent of when Joseph gave her a beating. He struggled to try and get out of his confinement in order to help but the wood was heavy and he couldn't do much. As he watched the fight that he occurred, he noticed his gun and tried to reach for it. It was hard since he was still trapped and the tips of his fingers were brushing it and it tried to get it to come towards him. At that moment he saw Angela fly and land on the ground hard and it looked like it hurt to Sam. He tried harder as the werewolf advanced.

His fingers managed to enclose around the gun but he was at an awkward angle. He shouted, "Angie!" He threw the gun.

Angela had managed to roll out of the way and reached out and caught the gun. She whirled around and fired, putting three taps into the werewolf and it dropped dead next to the lycanthrope that had been killed. Taking a breath she stood and checked the werewolf before putting the safety on. She turned and went to Sam, "You all right?"

"I'm good. Just… stuck."

Angela made a slight humming sound and started moving the wood. A heavy piece had fallen over Sam's leg near the ankle and it looked like it might have sprained the ankle. Well time to deal with that once they got Dean and burned the joint to the ground. Once she freed Sam from the last of the wood she gave him a hand up. "Next time you go upstairs," she joked.

Sam couldn't help but chuckle at that, "And leave me to do all the work?"

Angela laughed with him as she handed him back his gun and picked up hers. She checked it and holstered it again. "We better find Dean and Sasha."

She started to lead the way but was halted when a huge form charged down and snarling. It was a Lupei and it was pissed. She automatically pushed Sam behind her and reached for her gun.

"Dead Lycan, three werewolves and a pissed Lupei? Did we miss something?" It was another surprise and Sam wondered what the heck was going on.

Angela pushed Sam back while she kept her eye on the advancing Lupei. "No idea. This is unusual."

The Lupei was snarling as it advanced. It was clear that it was fixated on her since it probably could smell her as a vamp. Not the first time or the last. She held up her gun looking for a shot since it seemed that it was smart to not leave open too much space. Angela mentally went over Lupei physiology for some hint of possibly forcing the thing to open up. What happened next was a bit of a shock and had Angela blink to indicate her surprise at the situation.

The Lupei lunged and Angela fired and pushed Sam out of the way. Angela ducked and felt the Lupei's weight push her over into a roll. She spun and stood to see a young girl on the back of the Lupei in a grapple and her arms were around the Lupei's neck. Angela held her gun up and aimed just in case and it happened when the girl was flung off.

The girl landed on her feet and in a crouched position. She sprung just as the Lupei did. Angela put her gun away and sprang at the same time. All three bodies collided and they landed in a heap. The girl ended up on top of the Lupei while it managed to pin Angela underneath. The girl reached for a silver knife and drew it across the Lupei's neck just as Angela managed to grab her chakram and ram it into the chest and roll out before it collapsed.

Sam was a bit surprised but grateful and was going to thank the girl when he was grabbed and his arm wrenched behind him. The girl put her knife to his neck and said something he couldn't make out but he certainly could make out Angela's voice as she said, "Don't even think about it."

Angela was holding her knife and had it pointed at the girl's neck. She had her chakram in her free hand and she was ready to use them. She said, "You attempt something and I will have this knife in your throat quicker than you could get the thought in."

The girl looked at Sam and then at Angela. After about a few minutes she released her hold on Sam and pushed him away. "I let go of your pet. How about one on one vampire?"

Angela wasn't in the mood to deal with a child. She didn't relinquish her weapons but held them. "I don't have time to deal with a child."

"I'm old enough. The Order sent me and I have orders to kill any threat though I wouldn't mind a vamp every now and then for the fun of it."

"The Order?" It was rhetorical but necessary for Angela to try and diffuse the situation. "What is your name?"

"Isabella Rivain and the Centurion sent me."

A/N: Looks like something is going on in New Harmony and Winchester and Co. meet up with a new character. Find out where it heads next time on Hear No Evil, See No Evil...