Flashback (One Year Ago)
"I will disobey if I please!" I shouted.
"It is dangerous!"
"But I'm human! I can disobey with that side in me father." I snapped.
"No one knows that but us."
"And it's not like I'm going to tell anyone! I rather live and be on the run then tell!"
"Or you could live here! Perfectly fine!"
"You can't keep me under your wing forever dad. I need to spread mine sometimes too!"
He took a deep breath.
"They do not know you are human. If they find out…"
"I won't dad. Let me spread my wings and before you know it I will be flying back to you."
"I will check-in with you before then."
"I know. Just, give me some room dad. I've been stuck here for years. Let me go for a while."
We could never stay mad at each other for long. He took a deep breath before he sighed.
"Come back to me soon my little angel."
"Of course." I smiled. "I can't be without my dad for long."
I hugged him and slowly he returned it.
"I'll be back but like you said you'll come before then."
"I will."
"I should go before anyone notices. I'll see you on the other side dad."
We let go. We weren't one for good-byes. So none was said. I smiled and he nodded. I let myself spread my wings as I left.
~S~
I stood in front of my wall of articles hands on my hips with a pencil behind my ear. My brown hair rested on my back as I tried to piece my case together. After I left it was not long after I became a hunter of the supernatural. It fit me being me.
Dad checked in every month or so. I didn't mind. I loved him greatly and him, I since he protected me his whole life. I sat on my bed as I stared at the wall before my hand went on my necklace. Dad wasn't…the best people person. He didn't understand a lot of things.
Though he understood one gesture. One day he came back to our home with a necklace. He didn't quite understand the importance of a metal chain and pendant but I did. He came back with a necklace with two angels wings making a heart shape. First of all I made sure it wasn't stolen after that I fell in love with it. Dad didn't understand why I loved it like I did but I understood.
"Heaven above, what am I hunting? Think Brie. Think." I muttered sighing.
My name is not Brie, that's my shortened name. I like it better than my real name though only people I trust can call me that. My real name is Sabrina Elle Flowers. I don't tend to use my last name though. It's just something I normally didn't have to keep up with before so I just mostly used fake last names.
I stood up putting the pencil down before I dressed in something clean. I left after putting my shoes on to get something to eat at a local diner when I saw cop cars driving away.
"Food will have to wait for a moment." I said going to find my next lead.
I was working a case in Jericho and the last death was a month ago but I back tracked finding several more. I got to the Centennial Highway not long after the cops and I went into my purse pulling out a Marshall badge. I shrugged walking over.
"Excuse me, officers." I flashed a smile.
They looked at me and I presented my badge.
"Federal Marshall Perry." I said. "I heard you guys had something like this last month."
"We did." The deputy nodded.
"And do you happen to know anything? We are interested in this case."
"Nothing so far."
"Mind if I stay deputy…"
"Jaffe."
"Jaffe." I repeated smiling.
"Not at all ma'am."
I nodded a thank you then took a step back looking around. I strolled over to the car looking around as I listened to them speak.
"You guys find anything?" Jaffe called out.
"No! Nothing!" Someone responded.
Another deputy was at the driver's side looking around inside the car.
"No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints." He said.
"Spotless. It's almost too clean." I mumbled finishing his sentence.
"What am I hunting?" I thought.
"So, this kid Troy. He's dating your daughter, isn't he?" Jaffe asked the deputy as I kept up my work.
"Yeah."
"How's Amy doing?"
"She's putting up missing posters downtown."
"Mental note, next stop Amy downtown." I told myself taking notes.
I was about to continue when I heard new voices.
"You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?"
I didn't bother to look not interested since I was working.
"And who are you?"
"Federal marshals."
I almost hit my head on the car door. Cover so blown.
"Two more?"
"More?" The new voice questioned.
I looked up moving my hair over one shoulder so it sat in the front. Two new men stood in front of Jaffe holding badges.
"I'm working with them." I quickly lied before thinking. "Oh I'm in trouble."
"Right, she is." The guy closest to me said.
The one closest to me locked eyes with me. There was that glint I knew I had when I lied. He wasn't a Marshall either. Who the hell were these guys? The other and I made contact too and we both gave a mutual nod. He knew I was lying. I knew the game we were playing now. I don't rat them I don't get ratted.
"You three are a little young for marshals, aren't you?" Jaffe asked noticing now.
The one closest laughed.
"Thanks, that's awfully kind of you."
He came over to me and both of us gave a challenging glare. We both knew this territory that's a dead give away but we both wanted claim of it. This could get bad quick if I wasn't careful. He went over to the car looking it over too.
"You did have another one just like this, correct?" He asked.
"Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been others before that."
"I already looked in the car." I told the man.
He looked me up and down not really getting intimidated, yet. He backed off though.
"So, this victim, you knew him?" The other asked.
Jaffe nodded.
"Town like this, everybody knows everybody."
"Any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?" I asked stepping forward.
"No. Not so far as we can tell."
"So what's the theory?" The other questioned coming to the one behind me.
"Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?"
"Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." The guy said.
I looked over my shoulder glaring at him as the other stomped on his foot.
"Thank you for your time." I nodded.
I started to walk away. They actually started following.
"Gentlemen." The other said.
I knew we were being watched as we left but I didn't care. Once we were out of earshot the one guy smacked the other on the head.
"Ow! What was that for?" The other complained.
"Why'd you have to step on my foot?"
"Why do you have to talk to the police like that?"
I stepped in front of both of them forcing them to stop walking.
"Shut up. You two almost cost me my work. I work very hard with what I do and I have been here over a month. Next time, screw up your lives, not mine." I growled.
"Well who the hell are you sweetheart?" The one said.
I noticed one was slightly taller than the other but the shorter one seemed older.
"Someone that you shouldn't mess with." I answered crossing my arms. "Who are you?"
"Not until you tell us."
The shorter one who was the same height as me tried to stare me down but we kept our ground.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
"It's kind of our thing."
"Mine too. Not a good answer though."
"Are you a hunter?" The taller one interrupted.
I crinkled my nose looking at him.
"I might be. Who's asking?"
"I'm Sam, this is Dean." He told me.
"I like Sam better." I smirked at Dean. "Sabrina. Guess we're hunting the same thing my friends."
"You said you've been here over a month?" Sam questioned.
"I have."
"Well, have you maybe seen..."
"Sam." Dean snapped at him.
"She can help." Sam insisted.
"Come on. She nor the cops don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean, if we're going to find dad we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves."
"What if I've seen your dear old dad?" I asked.
"I doubt it."
"Really? Well see here I..."
Sam cleared his throat and looked over my shoulder. I turned. It was the sheriff and two FBI agents.
"Can I help you boys? And girl." He added.
"No, sir, we were just leaving." I smiled.
As the FBI agents walked past Dean, he nodded at each of them.
"Agent Mulder. Agent Scully."
I started walking away trying not to laugh as they watched us leave.
"The vintage '67 Chevy Impala yours?" I asked as they stopped at it.
Dean raised an eyebrow clearly impressed at my knowledge of cars. I shrugged. When I got bored I did a lot and I mean a lot of research on any topic. One time it was cars, then brands, it eventually being Chevy Impala. I wasn't bad at fiddling with cars either.
"Look, we are all working the same case. Let's do it together other then confusing each other. At the same time I'll help look for your dad. I know almost everyone in town now."
The two looked at each other then me.
"What's your full name?" Dean asked.
"Sabrina Elle Flowers. Your turn."
"Sam and Dean Winchester." Sam told me.
"Good. Partners then. Let's work. We should start with Amy. She's downtown. While we are at it, let's eat. I haven't eaten today."
I hopped in the backseat both of them staring after me before climbing in themselves. Let's see how well this was going to go.