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"3 missing girls, one found disemboweled in the woods. Sound like there's something there?" Sam asked his brother from across the small dinner table.
"Yeah sure, sounds weird enough. Don't know if it's our kind of weird, but weird is weird. Where's it at?" Dean spoke between bites.
"About 700 miles up in South Dakota."
"Dakota, why hasn't Bobby checked in on this?"
"I don't know, maybe because it's on the opposite side of the state. Rapid City, Bobby's over in Sioux Falls. Either way we can call him on the road. We've got a long ride ahead of us, we better head out." Sam folded his news paper up and began to stand up.
"Wait wait wait wait wait, hold up and let a man finish his pie first thing in the morning." Dean stopped his brother with a rushed tone.
Sam rolled his eyes and sat back down, grabbing his news paper to continue reading as he waited for his brother.
"Bobby hey, yeah, it's me Sam. We're heading up to check on a case in your neck of the woods. Do you know anything about the disappearances in Rapid?" Sam spoke loudly over the phone to compensate for the howling wind coming from Dean's open window on the adjacent side of the car as they drove.
"Rapid? Yeah I think I'd heard something about it vaguely. Do you really think that's our kind of weird?" Bobby replied.
"Well a girl being disemboweled in the wood is definitely a kind of weird. Weird enough for me."
"Disemboweled? You mean they found one of the girls? I though it was just missing persons cases?" Bobby's tone was surprised.
"It was, but one of them isn't missing anymore."
"Well damn, I can meet you boys over there when you get here. How far out are you?"
"Just about 200 miles out. And thanks Bobby, we appreciate the help." Dean heard a grumbling barely audible voice from across the phone "See you there. Yeah buy." Sam hung up the phone and laid back in his seat to try and rest some more.
"So Bobby didn't know anything?"
"No, but he said he'd meet us there and help."
"Well that's great. Going in blind, I love that." Dean said sarcastically. "Do we have any leads at all?"
"No, but we'll find out when we get there. Now if you'll please be quiet, we have about 4 more hours of driving time and I would like to get some sleep."
"Well damn, sorry, didn't mean to interrupt your beauty sleep princess." Dean rolled his eyes before placing his them back on the road.
Sam and Dean pulled up into a RAMADA parking lot and got situated in their rooms.
"Bobby's about an hour out, he said he's meet us when he gets here." Sam told his brother as they situated and unpacked their things in their room.
"Okay, well where to first?" Dean asked.
"I figured the usual, FBI cover, interview the victims families, see if we can get a picture of whats going on here."
"Sounds like a plan." Dean responded.
Sam and Dean approached a large house
"Damn where the hell are we? These people live in the middle of nowhere?" Dean said annoyed.
"It's farm country man, people live on farms in the middle of nowhere, that's how it works." Sam said as he reached forward to knock on the door.
A young red head opened the door to greet them "Hello?" She said confused by the picture of two men in suits standing at her front door.
The three took a moment to just look at each other.
The girl was young, but not too young. She looked to be 17 or 18. Old enough Dean thought, and smirked. She was tall too, not just for a girl but for a person. She stood before them 5 feet 10 inches tall in a tank top jeans and over sized flannel. Her hair was a bright auburn and fell straight just barely reaching the top of her waist line.
She looked the men over. They looked young for FBI. They have to be FBI she thought The cops had already been through asking questions, and it was either FBI or Mormons dressed like that. One was abnormally hot, not her type exactly, but no one could deny he was a pretty dude. The other was taller , kind of scrawny, but cute in an awkward kind of way. He was the one that brought the FBI theory to a halt. He couldn't be older then 22, and she thought that seemed pretty young for a field agent.
"Hi, agents Thompson and Stone, FBI," Dean spoke and they both flashed their badges. "We're here to ask you a few questions." Dean talked with his signature swagger trying to impress her.
She cocked an eyebrow in response to his obvious attempt. "Aren't you too a bit young to be FBI?" Her tone aimed toward Dean but her eyes looked at Sam, the obviously younger one.
They stiffened at her response "He's new" Dean tried to brush it off with a light hearted tone pointing at Sam.
She raised her eyebrows, obviously doubting them, "Alright, come on in." She turned from them and went to sit down. "Make yourselves at home." she said signals to the other side of the couch for them to sit down.
The 'agents' sat down across from her. "So were you Elizabeth's roommate or.." Sam started.
"Sister." The girl responded. "She was my older sister."
"Sisters, okay, that makes more sense. So this is your parents huge house?" Dean responded.
"Yeah," all her attitude had vanished at the mention of her sister. She had known that's why they were there, but the mention of her name brought it all flooding back to her.
"And where are your parents now?" Sam spoke gently, noticing her obvious change.
"Out of town. They were visiting my aunt in Michigan when Beth was taken, they got a plane as soon as they heard but they keep being delayed." She spoke softly.
"Ok, well then we're just going to have to ask you our questions, if that's alright with you.." Dean trailed off looking at her signaling for a name.
"Catherine" she filled in the blank.
"Catherine" Dean repeated. "So did you and your sister both live at home?"
"No, Beth hasn't lived here for over a year, and I've been trying to move out for the past months, but I don't think I'll be able to do that now that she gone. I don't think my parent's could take it." she answered.
"Were you and your sister close?" Same asked.
"Not really."
There was a pause as the 'agents' waited for her to elaborate, but then Dean spoke up.
"I see, any particular reason or?.."
"Not really, just stupid sibling rivalry stuff. We were just two different people. Beth's always been more of a wild child, she went to parties, hung out with guys. Stuff like that."
"Oh, so she was the cool one, and you're the nerdy quiet one?" Dean joked nudging his brother inferring the similarity.
Catherine looked at him confused and Sam quickly shot him a look saying 'not the time'.
"Is there anything else you can tell us about your sister's disappearance? Has she been acting strangely, or have you noticed anything else weird going on lately?" Sam asked.
"Um, not really. We really didn't see each other that much. And as for general weird, the amount of young girls around my age including my sister going missing has been pretty weird. And it'd be good if someone could stop that."
"I see. Well, I think that's pretty much it on our side with the questions." Dean looked over to Sam to see if he had any questions. When he said nothing Dean stood up and signaled for Sam to follow. "If you think of anything else call us." He said handing Catherine a small card.
Catherine followed the two to the door. Right before she shut it Sam turned around "We'll be in touch. And again, we're so sorry for your loss."
"Thanks" She said up at him before they left.
"Woow" Dean exclaimed as they sat back in the Impala.
"What?" Sam asked.
"That girl."
"What about her?" Sam asked.
"I'm sorry. 'What about her' did we just see the same girl?" Dean responded.
"Dean she was barely 18. "
"Yeah Sam, but hot is hot. And that over 18 year old girl was definitely hot. I mean she was like an Amazon, did you see how tall she was. And her hair, god, you know I love me a red head. Plus, did you see her-"
"Ok, I get it, stop." Sam cut Dean off right before he could lift his hands over his chest to symbolize breasts.
"What they were huge!"
"Okay, yeah she was hot. But she also just lost her sister and is almost 10 years younger then you. Dean please promise you aren't gonna creep on her if we run into her again on this case?"
"Hey I do not creep. It is not my fault if my natural charisma draws women in." Dean laughed as they drove back into town.
"So any idea what we're dealing with here?" Bobby asked the boys as he sat down on the side of one of the hotel beds.
"Not really. Full moon mixed with disembowelment makes me think werewolf, but kidnapping doesn't really fit that MO." Sam answered.
"Plus that body was way too clean for a beast. The was definitely done by a knife of some kind." Dean added.
"Full moons are common in a lot of rituals. It could be witch craft, some kind of sacrifice maybe." Sam spit balled.
"Yeah, but sacrifices usually entail the, how should I put this.. pure. Especially when we're talking young girls." Dean mentioned.
"Pure?" Bobby asked.
"You know of the white and holy variety." Dean responded. Sam and Bobby both starred at him confused. "Virgins, I'm talkin about virgins."
"Ohh" Sam responded.
"Well how do you know they aren't all virgins?" Bobby asked.
"The Beth girl, her sister said she was something of a 'wildchild'. You know, guys, parties, the whole shebang." Dean responded.
"Plus Catherine said Beth's been living with her boyfriend for the past year." Sam added.
"Oh, so she's Catherine now." Dean said sarcastically.
"What, that's her name?" Sam defended.
"So when I think the girl's hot, she's 18. But when you think the girl's hot, she's Catherine." Dean said her name with a sophisticated flare at the end of his sentence.
"Shut up man. I was just saying her name." Sam defended himself.
"You shut up." Dean retorted.
"The both of you. Shut it." Bobby looked at the pair. "The both of you are acting like children. Now I agree with Sam, it does sound like some type of witch craft. So let's get to work and try and figure out what the spell is for and how we can stop it."
The two men looked at the older man and nodded sheepishly like children who had just gotten yelled at by their dad.
"I think I've got something." Sam announced to the room setting down the book he'd been studying.
"What is it?" Bobby asked walking over to look at the book.
"Well I don't know exactly, there isn't really a name or anything. But the book mentions a ritual done by a witch on a full moon, sacrificing 4 young, quote 'beautiful', uh 'experienced' girls." Sam explained.
"Experienced? As in" he paused "experienced, experienced?" Dean laughed. "Well I guess virgins definitely wasn't the right angle."
"Guess not" Sam responded.
"So what exactly does the ritual do that it requires such a specific type of sacrifice?" Dean asked.
"Well supposedly it's some type of channeling thing. The witch draws in the girls beauty and absorbs it for herself."
"And the 'experienced' part?"
"Well girls, like that, usually give off a kind of aura too them, you know like pheromones. That extra little something that attracts men to them more then other girls. And the witch absorbs that too, making her almost irresistible to men." Sam explained.
"So they don't have to be, non virgins, they just have to be the type?" Dean asked.
"No, virgins won't work. Don't ask me why but it is clear about that. And their's more, something about blood I think, but it's in Latin and harder to decipher."
"So the witch still needs one more girl, and we have one more day to try and stop her. Last night of the full moon is tomorrow so we better get on it." Dean announced.
"Ok so where are we going to find a group of socially promiscuous young teenage girls?" Bobby asked.
Dean turned his head to look at Sam, a mischievous smile stretching across his entire face. "Cheer practice." He announced happily like a child in a candy store.