I have had this dream for months now. It takes place before Dean was dragged down to Hell but after he has made the deal with the Crossroads Demon for Sam's life. I thought it would make a great story. :)
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL
A New Mission.
(Sam and Dean have followed a case to Woodinville, WA.)
-Sam-
"They say hearts have been being ripped out of citizens in Woodinville, WA." Sam said as they drove down the highway in Dean's Impala.
"Werewolf?" Dean asked looking at Sam who had a newspaper in his hands.
"That's my guess." He sighed putting the newspaper in his lap.
"Alright." Dean said looking back at the road. "Sounds like our scene." Dean chuckled, turning on the stereo and Led Zeppelin blared through the speakers. Sam just looked out the window trying to tune out the noise and fall asleep.
(The next morning.)
Sam woke up earlier than Dean and decided to go get coffee. He walked into a little café where people were sitting down and talking to each other. "Good morning, I'll take a dark roasted coffee."
"Alright, can I get a dark coffee!?" The barista yelled to the guy who was making the coffee behind her.
"Can you believe how Heather died?" Sam heard a women say who was sitting at a table behind him with another girl.
"No, I mean her heart was completely ripped out. Was there any sign of a struggle?"
"No she just-"
"Morning ladies." Sam smiled, turning around and walking to the edge of the table. "Do you know anything about these murders?"
"Who wants to know?" One of the girls asked, twisting her red hair and laying on her elbow.
"F.B.I." He said pulling out his fake I.D. "Agent Peter Reid, so what do you know about the murders that have been going on here?" He asked putting his I.D. back in his jean pocket.
"Oh well I don't know much. All I know about Heather is that she had just cheated on her boyfriend. Her boyfriend found out and broke up with her. She went to the man she cheated with and they seemed very happy." The red head responded smiling at him.
"So do you think that Heather's ex killed her?"
"No Carter would never do that. He was messed up but not that messed up." The other girl said jumping into the conversation.
"How do you know that? Broken hearts can do a number on people."
"By the time she was killed Carter was over her. Plus he was not there at the scene when the killing happened. We were at a bar-"
"We?"
"Yeah Carter and I are in a relationship. When he broke up with Heather he called me and I met him on his doorstep. He was heartbroken, crying and I comforted him. One thing led to another and well we became involved." The girl sighed, twisting her blonde hair.
"Okay well thanks for your time." Sam said started to walk away.
"Wait, since you are looking for information why don't you meet me at Red? It's a bar on the corner of Park Ave." The red head said abruptly, smiling suggestively.
"Yeah, sure." He said walking to the counter and picking up his coffee. He walked back to the motel room and Dean was still in bed. "Hey wake up!" Sam shouted throwing a pillow from his bed at Dean.
"What?!" Dean questioned, pulling his knife out from under his pillow.
"Calm down, it's just me." Sam chuckled taking a sip from his coffee.
"Dude where is my coffee?" Dean said, getting out of bed.
"Oh I forgot to get you one, but I did find some information out about our little creature."
"Really, was the information from two old ladies?" He chuckled, going into the bathroom and turned on the sink.
"No they were two fairly attractive women." Sam argued with Dean. "One of them even invited me to a bar tonight. She said she could get more information. It's probably the local bar everybody hangs out at; this seems like one of those towns where everybody knows everything about each other."
"Attractive women? I'll be the judge of that." Dean said brushing his teeth.
"Yeah whatever." Sam muttered rolling his eyes, as he waited for Dean outside the bathroom door. "Let's go ask some more locals about the murders."
"I'll do that. I want to check out some of the ladies in this town. See if any of them are worth the Deanster." He said winking and walked out the door.
"Okay I guess I will go down to the morgue and check out the bodies." Sam called out to him. He chuckled at his brother's behavior and put on his suit jacket and walked out the door to the morgue.
(At the morgue)
"Hi Agent Peter Reid; I'm here to take a look at the bodies." Sam said pulling his I.D. out of his suit pocket.
"Right, welcome Agent Reid. My name is Don; I have been assigned to help you. It's terrible what is happening in our town." A man said looking at the I.D. briefly. He was a bald black guy who looked about 5'7 and he was wearing a white lab coat. He gestured Sam to walk with him.
"Was there any strange signs before all of these murders happened?" He asked putting his I.D. back in his pocket.
"No, I think we have a serial killer on our hands." He said scanning a card and the door opened. Florescent lights blinded the ceiling of the relatively small room. There was a large medal table in the middle of the room, and lockers all across the walls, where Sam assumed the dead bodies were located. Don opened the nearest locker door and carried out a dead young man and placed him on the metal table. The body only had a large hole in the chest and it looked as if there was no sign of struggle of the victim, just like the women at the coffee house said.
"Here is Ryan Parker, doesn't seem there was any sign of a struggle. I can't find any kind of finger prints or anything. Police here are baffled; they have searched every victim's house, none of them could find finger prints or any sign that someone had broken in. This serial killer really knows how to cover up his tracks." Don said scanning the body with a perplexed look.
"Is there any kind of connection between any of the victims?"
"Not any that the police can find, but I have heard rumors."
"Really, what kind of rumors?" Sam asked looking at the hole in Ryan's chest.
"Well it seems the ones that are being killed have gone through tough break-ups. I think that it's not just one killer. I think it's a group of people who have had their hearts broken. They are taking revenge on the ones who have broken the hearts." Don said shaking his head.
"But how would they rip out someone's heart without any finger prints? It's like that person would have to know how to surgical cut out a heart for that to even work." Sam said with a frown.
"I'm just telling you of the rumors, Agent Reid." Don said grumbling, as If he had heard his fair share of the rumors.
"I know. Can I see the other bodies?"
"Of course." Don sighed pushing Ryan back into his locker and locked it up.
(That night.)
"So what did you find out from the locals?" Sam asked as Dean, later that day as he and Dean walked into the bar, Red.
"They are all convinced that some serial killer is on the loose. Others are baffled by all the murders and won't really give me any kind of helpful information. I hope this girl of yours has some real information." Dean said opening the door to the bar. The flashing lights welcomed them and a familiar scent grazed their noses, the kind of scent that made Dean grin with glee.
"It's a strip club! This is why I became a hunter!" Dean grinned wickedly, licking his lips. "So where are your women?"
"Uhh over there by the bar." Sam said spotting the girl he talked to this morning. He nudge Dean and pointed over to the bar counter on the opposite side of the room. Dean raised his eyebrows with a surprised smirk.
"Those are the girl you talked to? They are like a 10 and you're only a 5."
"Thanks big brother."
"No I mean that one has long curly red hair, blue eyes and the other one has straight long blonde hair with green eyes. Yep they are way too hot for you." Dean said with a grin.
"It looks like you are wrong." Sam chuckled starting to walk over to the women, trying to avoid being tripped by drunken dancers.
"That's only because they haven't met me yet."
"Yeah right." Sam said walking next to the girls. "Hey."
"Oh great you made it Agent Reid." The red head said greeting them, but the blonde didn't even turn around.
"Yeah and I brought my partner Agent Daniel Rivers."
"Hello ladies." Dean smiled sitting next to the redhead. "What's your name, baby?"
"Dean we are on a mission. Be serious." Sam whispered so only Dean could hear over the loud bar music.
"I am being serious!" Dean whispered back with a growl.
"My name is Andy and my friend's name is Linda. Linda say hi to the nice officers." Andy said, nudging her friend.
"Andy, I am waiting for Carter. He said he would be here tonight before my shift starts." Linda said not even looking at Dean or Sam, her green eyes focusing on the entrance.
"Yeah but you can still be polite." Andy said yanking Linda's arm.
"Alright, it's nice to see you again Agent Reid." Linda said, with an annoyed tone, only briefly looking at Sam and turned her attention right back to the door.
"I'm sorry, she is usually very nice, but this whole murder thing has got her worried about Carter. He is a suspect." She whispered.
"Yes and we are sorry for being so inconsiderate. We don't think Carter is guilty in the murder of Heather Tray." Sam said stepping in front of Dean to offer an understanding smile.
"That's great! Linda did you hear that?! You have nothing to worry about Carter is safe!" Andy smiled turning to Linda, who focus on the door did not falter.
"We want to however ask you some more questions Andy." Dean smiled pushing Sam out of the way. "It might take all night." He winked.
"Agent Rivers shouldn't we survey the site a little bit?" Sam said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh that won't be necessary I have just the person who can help." Andy smiled winking flirtatiously at Dean. "Hey Phil where is Rachael?!" Andy shouted at the bartender who had spikey brown hair and was wearing the natural bartender attire.
"I don't know I think she is on vacation with her family."
"Really I thought that she was back already." Another older looking bar tender said, walking over to the beer hose.
"Nope, James, she isn't." Phil shouted back. He turned to Andy and said. " But I think she will be back tomorrow. Why?" Phil arched his eyebrow.
"Oh there are just some gentlemen here to see her." Andy smiled sweetly at Phil.
"Ahh well I'm sorry fellas you will just have to come back tomorrow night." Phil said cleaning a glass with a rag. "What's the occasion? Men don't usually come here for a waitress they come here for the stripers." Phil chuckled nodding his head towards the women who were doing their show. "You know I have seen the show a hundred times and it never gets old." He said eyeing a busty brunette.
"Thanks Phil." Andy smiled rolling her eyes. "So Agent Rivers what do you say you question me somewhere a little quieter?"
"Dean don't." Sam said between his teeth, shooting his brother glares that his brother seemed to ignore.
"Yeah sure." Dean smiled. "Hey Sammy don't wait up." He whispered in his brother's ear. Before he could even respond, Dean had taken Andy's hand and walked out of the bar.
"Right." Sam sighed. "I guess I will just stay here for a while and watch the show." He said turning his bar stool towards the women dancing.
"Hey buddy can I get you anything?" Phil asked from behind him.
"Yeah a beer." Sam said as he heard the beer fill into the glass. "Thanks." He said taking it in his left hand and drank watching the show. "So Phil can I ask you a couple questions?" Sam asked downing his beer. "I'll take another." Sam said sliding his glass across the bar. "When did these murders start happening?"
"About a month ago my best friend's cousin's ex-girlfriend, Elise was murdered at 3:00pm on, Sept. 20th." He said filling up the cup again and slid it back to Sam.
"Wait did you just say she was killed during the day?" Sam asked turning his bar stool away from the dancers and looked at Phil with a confused look.
"Yeah it was terrible. Sean and I were just working on my 2005 Dodge Ram when his cousin called with the news. After he was done with his phone call he asked if I could drive him to his cousin, Wade's house and I told him I would. We both got to Wade's house and he told us what Elise's mother had told him. He was very close to her family; they had already invited him to be a part of it. Wade was a mess because he thought that if he didn't break her heart to go to something better she would have still been alive."
"Hmm that is some very interesting information. I think you just helped us with this case." He smiled downing his beer and put two 10 dollar bills on the bar. "Thanks." Sam said walking out of the bar back to the motel. As he walked back into the cold breeze he reviewed everything he had heard today about the murders. All of the signs point to a werewolf on the loose; hearts being ripped out, no struggles from the victims and almost a clean hole through the chest. Like the skin had just been punched in until the heart was found. One thing didn't add up though; werewolves didn't kill during the day. "So if it isn't a werewolf what could it be?" Sam questioned to himself. He was about one mile from the motel room. He looked at the sky and then at his watch. "3:ooam." Sam said pulling out his cell phone. He scrolled down his contacts until he hit Dean, he pressed dial and it rung until his answering machine picked up.
"Hi this is Dean's phone you know what to do."
"Dean it's Sam please call me as soon as you get this. I don't think it's a werewolf we are dealing with. I'm on my way back to the motel now and I am going to call Bobby for help. He might have some insight on what's going on in this town." Sam said hanging up the phone.
He took his key card out of his suit pocket and put it in the door. The handle showed a little green light and the door unlatched. He opened the door and took off his suit jacket, laid is on top of a chair and put his room key on the table next to the door. He saw his jeans lying on the floor next to his bed and took off his suit pants. He walked over to his washed out jeans and put them on.
He fell on the bed on top of the covers and turned on the TV. He was going to wait until Dean either called him back or he walked through that door but his eyes wouldn't hear of it. He pushed his head onto the pillow and sunk in. His eyes slowly drooped and his brain went in and out of consciousness and he fell asleep with the light of the TV dancing on his eyelids.
Next chapter soon! :)