Brothers in Arms
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes if I did Peter would never have had his powers taken from him and Sam would NOT be drinking gross demon blood. Seriously writers gross, that's just gross.
Also uh Tailwind Oregon and Kingdom don't exist (to my knowledge) I made them up by looking around my lounge room and picking random words, if anyone knows of an actual Tailwind or Kingdom in Oregon and Idaho respectively.
Also I am an Aussie who has never been to America so I don't k know how close Oregon and Idaho are to each other so if there's any discrepancies in distance that's why.
So basically after all that rambling enjoy oh and R&R please!
Dean was basically inhaling his bacon and egg sandwich Sam was slightly amused at his apparent lack of need for air, but that faint amusement was overshadowed by disgust. Chew when you need to damn it Sam was thinking, sometimes his brother really grossed him out.
To take his mind off his brothers annoying eating habits he focused on the research he was doing for their most recent case.
They were in a small town Oregon called Tailwind; there had been a spate of mysterious deaths. People found, slumped on their living room floor with a thin line sliced across their forehead a look of pain and terror on their faces.
It was a strange death that the undermanned and underfunded Police had put down to teenagers high on PCP.
Odd how often that happened.
The most recent murder had occurred little more than a week ago, not all of the murders had happened in town.
In fact most of them were out of town in the outskirts, and some weren't even in the town or in the state.
It looked as if it someone or more likely something was making its way across the state into this town. That in itself was odd; if it was a ghost then it would only have happened in one town not some sort of travelling killer.
If it was a vamp then there would be less blood and more gore, not this clean kill.
It could be demons, but these deaths were too precise, too identical to one another, a demon would want to have more fun,
If it wasn't for how strange it all was Sam would assume that it was nothing more than a human serial killer.
It was a bit depressing Sam realised that a serial killer of the human variety became an only sort of killer.
"So do you have the name of the most recent victim?" Dean asked, Sam looked at his brother and was pleased to see that he had finished eating, and as an added bonus he'd even wiped his mouth.
"Yeah it's an Ms Anza Bank she was a bit of a loner didn't get out much, or at least that's what her neighbours said" Sam answered.
"How can you tell if someone's a loner in this town, it's not as if you have anywhere to go" Dean countered.
A waitress who can come up to freshen that's a contradiction of terms their coffee harrumphed in disapproval at Dean's comment.
"That is…" Dean tried to explain but the waitress just poured the coffee and left.
"Bro maybe you shouldn't order anything else here they might spit in it" Sam warned smiling. Dean was just about to take a sip on his drink, but paused at Sam's advice and instead put it down.
Eyeing the coffee cup nervously as he did so.
"Killed the same way?" Dean asked unnecessarily Sam knew that he was only making sure that they weren't wasting their time.
"Yeah same cut, same facial same everything"
Dean didn't reply he just stood up and grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair.
Sam followed suit and they both walked out of the diner, but he couldn't help but ask him if he wanted the rest of his coffee. Advertised as the best brew in Oregon.
Dean only punched him in the arm when they got into the car.
Loud rock music was soon blasting out of the cars stereos, as they raced toward their mission.
They pulled up at an old dilapidated house on the outskirts of town, getting out of the car Dean said that as far as killings go this was a pretty safe bet.
No-one out here to help you if something goes bad, especially since the victim lived alone.
"I can't help but think crazy old cat lady" Dean said walking up to the property.
'Dude she didn't have any pets and she was 27" Sam protested.
'Still'
The house was in better care inside, but the smell of death still pervaded the area. Concentrating in the living room, they were practically gagging by that stage.
"Whoa I thought she died a week ago it stinks in here its winter its shouldn't be this bad" Dean complained breathing studiously through his nose.
"She was only found a week ago"
Dean looked at his, and shivered "That's gotta suck".
They checked for signs of sulphur and other demonic signs, but they came up empty.
"So this means one of two things" Dean said.
"Yeah" Sam said hopping back into the car.
"Yeah" Dean said following her brother, "her we've found something new, or it's a human killer and I can't think what's worse".
Sam didn't reply, but he did see something odd there were two men standing off to one side of the house.
They were deep in conversation and left soon after; Sam thought about telling Dean but decided against it when the two men looked straight at him.