SPN Calling
It was 3 a.m. Tru Davies dragged her delicate fingers through her unruly chestnut hair and grimaced at the contents of her mug, "Man, this is worse than the last time I let Harry make coffee."
It was a slow night in the morgue, only one body so far and she hadn't asked for help. Tru had managed to get a lot of study time in lately as it had been 3 weeks since the last time a body had asked her for help and her day had re-wound.
Davies had tentatively made the suggestion that maybe the power had picked a new host because neither of them could come up with a scenario that would enable Jack to block the corpses from asking for help.
Harrison, her ne'er do well brother, thought that maybe the bodies were accepting their fate quietly and offered Davies odds on when Tru would get her next request.
The downtime had given Tru a chance to think about a lot of things and to spend more time with her boyfriend, Jensen Ritchie, and their friends and lab mates – Avery Bishop and Tyler Li.
In the beginning, they had thought Tru was a little strange but now Jensen had taken over that role. He had been changing since his near-death experience and the other 3 had noticed. Especially Tru; though she couldn't bring herself to address her concerns with the ones who knew her secret.
Tru was starting to fear that Jack had won after all, and that her choice to save Jensen's life when he hadn't asked for help was the reason no one else was asking her.
Just then, the door opened with a bang and a body was wheeled in.
Tru set down her mug and walked over, getting some of the information from the driver.
"We've got a John Doe.
White male; looks like he was eviscerated or something – everyone is curious about this one, the news thinks there's a rabid pack of coyotes or something that did this."
"Coyotes? Around here? Not likely," Tru said as she pulled back the cover and examined what was left of the man on the table.
"See ya," The driver was looking a little green as he left the morgue.
Tru began making notes about the body.
- Defensive wounds on both hands and forearms
- Victim had no I.D. but did have a cell phone
As she held the phone in her hand, it rang – startling her and she dropped it.
Scrambling for it, she noticed the called ID said "Dean and listed a long distance number."
She answered it and heard a male voice say, "Help me." At the same time as she heard the word, "Dad!" through the cell phone.
The day began to rewind.
Tru sat up in her bed and elsewhere in the city, so did Jack Harper.
And in a seedy motel, Sam Winchester leapt out of bed, shaking his brother Dean awake.
"Dean! Wake up! I had another premonition. Dad's going to die today!"