What's Coming to You

by SavedByTheOneTrueKing

Sam finds a case in Knoxville Tennessee; a simple street theft went wrong when the victim gets killed. Only the thief claims he had no bullets in the gun. Sam and Dean investigate. With no leads, Sam and Dean are stumped when another killing occurs. Is this a simple monster hunt? Or is it something more when a link is discovered between the victims?

1. Chapter 1

Knoxville Tennessee:

It's close to 10:30pm when a tall man exits a diner in West Knoxville downtown. It was towards the end of March and already the days were getting warmer. He had jeans and a simple black shirt. The parking lot was in the back of the diner, it was poorly lit and only two other cars were there. It was a quiet evening and not many people were around. Taking out his keys, the man walked towards his Harley. "Hay!" a voice sounded behind him. He turned around. There was a guy with a ski mask holding a gun standing five feet away from him. "Give me your wallet!" He didn't do anything at first. He made a quick survey with his eyes of the man before him. He had been around guns before, and didn't particularly feel threatened by him and didn't want to part with his money. Especially after winning a couple bets of pool. "Do it now!" the one in the mask said. "Or what?" he asked coolly. "Or I'll shoot" the other said as if it was obvious. "You won't shoot. You don't have the guts."

"Try me," he said cocking the gun. The first was making a decision. The thief could be bluffing of course, but he didn't want to spend the night in a hospital or stitching up the wound himself. Sighing to himself, he slowly pulled out his wallet. Deciding he'd catch him when this was done.

At that moment, time froze. Another man appeared at the scene. He looked like a monk. He wore an orange robe and plain sandals. He had a bald head, and his eyes seemed old. Like he's seen many different lives come and pass. The monk stood by the man with the gun. He opened his right hand and revealed a bullet. After placing the bullet in the gun, he allowed time to flow freely again.

"Put it on the ground and back away slowly."

He did. The thief went to the wallet, keeping his eyes and gun trained on his victim. Bending down, he took his eyes off him to pick it up. The first man saw his opportunity, he could close the distance in a few strides.

Time froze once more. Pausing before his foot touched the ground. The monk was in one of the cars. He didn't want to do this, but he didn't have much choice. Time started again. The first man was almost upon the thief before he even looked up. That's when a car alarm sounded. The thief almost jumped out of his skin. Making the next sound he heard surprise his again. It was a gun shot. Then he heard a grunt. Snapping his head up, he saw the man he was going to rob with a bullet wound to his chest. He was mystified, staring at the gun in his hand. There weren't any bullets in the gun, he only put blacks. The man in front of him was bleeding on the pavement. Blood drained from his face. He's never killed anyone before in his life. Making a rash decision, he whipped out his cell phone and called 911 for an ambulance. He took the wallet though and quickly left.

Sirens were soon heard, but they would be too late. The monk stood over the body. He kept himself invisible even though the eyes below him were no longer seeing. Taking a piece of paper from his robe, he crossed one name off the list. One down, three to go.