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Chapter 1
Jane Miller was running, she was late, and she had been working all day, well not all day, she go to work at 9:00 am and check out at 3:00 pm but she didn't went straight home, she'd called Brian and told him she had a meeting, and that was true, sort of, she had met with Paul, Paul who did listen, Paul who did pay attention to her, Paul who did want to make love with her, don't get her wrong she loved Brian, but lately he had been so tight up at work, they barely talked the last couple of weeks, and well a woman had her needs, but now needs satisfied she was ready to cook dinner, talk about the boring day they've both had, and pretend that everything was alright, but tonight she could do that, she was happy and didn't care about much else.
She finally arrived home, look around and saw Brian's car in the driveway, she took out her keys, she had stopped at the grocery store on her way and was carrying two big brown paper bags, which made open the door a bit difficult, she finally managed to get it open and lead herself in throwing the keys to the bowl on her left and kicking the door shut.
- Honey I'm home, I'll start dinner in a minute – she screamed
She made her way to the kitchen and placed the bags on the table, she started to unload the bags putting the groceries in the shelves, and then realizing that Brian hadn't respond, she called him again.
- Honey?!? –
She heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and started boiling water for the vegetables, she opened the refrigerator and searched for the stakes she was going to prepare, she look up from the fridge an saw Brian standing at the kitchen's entrance looking at her smiling, Brian was blond with irresistible blue eyes, which was what had attracted her in the first place, not so long ago, back in high school at Scott Smith's party, he had ask her to dance and she just couldn't resist, she smiled back at him.
- What you're not talking to me?, I told you I'm sorry I had to work late – she explained..
- Don't worry about that I was just looking – he answered.
She continued preparing dinner, walking toward the stove and setting the stakes she started cooking them. Brian quietly approach her taking a knife from the table, putting his free hand on her hip, he lowered to kiss her on her neck and gently traced a line form her hip to her throat with the knife.
- Just looking, looking at the cheating bitch I have for a wife – he finished
The window in front of the stove was closed, she could see their reflection, she could see the knife caressing her skin and she could see his eyes, his lovely blue eyes, completely black, when he stabbed her on the throat she couldn't ever scream.
* * *
Sam was tired, he'd been looking for a case all night finding nothing, it was sort of ironic, in the middle of a war and no case for the Winchesters, Dean was still sleep, so he decided to take a shower, he left the computer on his bed and entered the bathroom, he stripped off his clothes and turned on the shower, her waited a little while until the water warmed up and then stepped in, as soon as the water hit him he started to feel better, after fifteen or twenty minutes he turned off the shower, and rapped a towel around his waist, he reached his clothes and dressed, fully dressed and refreshed he walked back into the room to find a sleepy and hangover semi awake Dean.
- Sleep well? – Sam asked with a smile.
- Oh bite me – Dean replied
Sam knew that his brother had a little too much last night trying to score at the local bar, and he also knew that it had been a total disaster, there were no hot girls just a bunch of old ladies gossiping around, and the ones that were young well… lets just say they weren't too appealing, nevertheless they had liked Dean, and he had enjoyed watching how almost all the "girls" in the room had tried to make a conversation with his brother and well that let to a lot of drinks and a lot of " I've got a girl back at home" and "I'm not ready to start anything right now" lines but at the end after giving up on the thought of "the hot chicks are about to walk through the door" he was stuck a noisy, chubby and a bit smelly "lady" who just wouldn't let him go, Sam was having the laugh of his life, he finally gave up to the "help me! Please I beg of you" look on Dean's face, so being the good brother that he is, Sam approached and whisper on the lady's ear
- Can I've my boyfriend back for just a sec dear? –
It worked like a charm, the lady suddenly excused herself leaving them alone, Sam couldn't stop grinning and Dean couldn't stop drinking trying to shake the lady rubbing his leg on a disgusting attempt to hit on him feeling, as a result as soon as he lay on his motel bed he was totally out.
- Why don't you take a shower? It'll make you feel better –
- You lowering your voice is what I need to feel better – Dean answered massaging his temples.
Dean stood up slowly, one hand on his head the other on the wall, careful not to make any sudden moves, made his way to the bathroom, turned on the shower and took a cold shower, cold water usually help with hangovers, and after ten minutes and half-freezing, he was done, he still had a major headache but a bunch of aspirins would take care of that, he changed into his clothes, went to the mirror and look at himself.
- Hey there handsome – he said.
Realizing that his breath smell like if he'd been eating from a dumpster, puke and then eat what he had thrown up, he washed his teeth three times, after one last check on the mirror he walked out of the bathroom. Sam was focus on his computer.
Still nothing? - he asked
- No it's like the evil things took a break or something –
- Well I could use something to eat, I'm starving – and as if to confirm this Dean's belly grumbled.
- Yeah I could eat something too – Sam agreed closing his laptop.
There was a dinner next to the motel, Dean ordered black coffee and the day's special (pancakes with strawberry syrup) and Sam some coffee and a French toast, taking a zip of coffee Sam opened his laptop again.
- Take it easy Sammy; something'll come up – said Dean with a mouthful of pancakes
- Yeah…I'm just…double checking - he stopped and focused on the screen with a interested look on his face.
- Found something? Or you just entered a porn site? –
- Maybe –
- Really? Sammy porn in a dinner that's kind of sick… - Dean said joking
Sam gave him a look and started reading
- Thunderville Minnesota, local resident, Jane Miller, was found dead in her kitchen, stabbed 66 times, the police has one suspect so far, the victims husband Brian Miller who's reported missing… -
- 66 times? Well someone is pissed –
- We could check it out, its not like we're very busy these days -
- Ok lets go, they finished eating, paid the bill and hopped into the Impala –
* * *
David Ryman was in the night club "Raven" a new club that had opened last week on St. James Av., he was trying to get lucky, after all he was a free man, he'd broken up with his girlfriend a month ago and it was enough, enough feel sorry for himself, enough frozen dinners and crappy horror movies on TV nights, he was ready to move on, he wasn't bad, not at all, tall, black hair, he worked out often, he had a job, and now with his new vermillion shirt and his black jeans he was ready to go, and he was right girls were totally noticing him. He went to the bar and ordered a beer then turned around and looked at the dancers, it was early jus a quarter past twelve, the girls he watched were beautiful, knew how to move, and were probably a little drunk, perfect he thought and then he saw her, delicious, sexy, gorgeous redhaired woman, black short dress, awesome body, big brown eyes, and the best part she was looking at him. She made a "come here" sign with her finger, he immediately left his beer and went to meet her on the dancing floor.
- Hey – she saluted
- Hey – he answered
- Wanna have some fun? – She ask with the sexiest look he'd ever seen
- Sure – he exclaimed with a horny look on his face
- Then follow me – she finished and started walking to the back exit
He followed her and found her waiting in the ally behind the club, she took his hand and started walking, he was more than happy to let her lead him, and they reached a park, it was dark and there was no one on sight, catching him off guard she planted a fervent kiss on his lips, they kisses for a couple of seconds and he pulled away, he took big breaths, he was feeling dizzy, maybe it was because of the kiss, however when he thought that he could kiss her again he felt a sudden and horrible pain on his stomach, followed by a devastating pain on his chest that made him fall to the floor gasping for air, his chest felt as if a thousand knives were piercing through his body, and he wanted to scream, but he couldn't his throat was closed like if he had a hair ball stuck or something, he could only managed to dumbly moan, he look around, he could feel blood streaming down from his eyes and then he looked at her, she was just standing, watching, watching with a smile on her face, but something was different, her eyes, her eyes once light brown now were completely black, he wanted to scream, help, please call an ambulance, he was in the most excruciating pain he had ever felt in his entire life and she was smiling?, then he suddenly felt and heard a loud crack on his back, and the pain stopped, he stopped feeling, he stopped moving, his gaze fixed upon the black sky. He was found the next morning by guy walking with his dog.
* * *
Welcome to Thunderville read the sing they just past on the road, they've travelled for six hours, past Duluth two hours ago and were entering to town. They were tired but decided to go straight to work.
- Here we are 186 Maple Street – said Dean parking the car
- Ok let's get started – Sam replied
It was a small cosy white house, big garden, with rose bushes planted next to the driveway, it still had the "don't cross police line" strip, Sam lockpicked the front door and they entered, the inside was normal, cute wallpaper, nice furniture, Dean started scanning the rooms with the EMF devise while Sam search the kitchen were the murder occurred, a huge crimson stain told them where the body was founded.
They checked everything inside and carefully outside the house and founded nothing.
- So what do you think? - asked Sam
- I don't know but there's no EMF, no sulfur around the house, no spellbags… -
- Well let's check out the body, maybe it would give us a lead – Sam suggested
- Ok let's go –
Dr. Richard Simons was drinking coffee, it had been a terrible couple of weeks, on his line of work he'd had to get used to watch different kinds of scenarios, after all, accidents did happen, and these kind of things were the ones that required a certain kind of people, and he did got used to he loved his work, he was good at it, but when you got a case like the one last week, that poor girl stabbed so many times, and in such way, that was the kind of day he wondered if you could get used to that?, no he couldn't that was shy he liked working in Thunderville, quiet little town, light work. It had been his first one, his first non accidental death, and the image of it would stick with him forever.
Taking a zip of coffee, he decided to put it behind him, he had work now, and he had to get back at it, he'd already given to much thinking to the poor girl in the next room, he had to let her rest. There was a knock on the door and her assistant step into view.
- Doctor Simons, these gentlemen are here to see you – said the young brunette assistant
Dean and Sam entered the small office and took out their fake FBI ID
- Hello sir I'm agent Perry and this is my partner agent Tyler, we would like to talk about Jane Miller - Sam said with a serious and professional tone.
- Oh…sure…please take a sit, what would you like to know? –
- Were there any signs or recognizable scars or tattoos on the victim's body? – ask Dean not as professional as Sam sounded.
- Well… just some sort of scar – he opened a drawer and looked for the file, he passed it to Sam – The autopsy report it should tell you the my complete examination –
- Can we take a look at the body doctor? –
- But of course, follow me –
The room was white and cold but the Winchesters were familiar with the sterile and creepy air of the morgue, this one was in no particular way any different from the many they've seen before. Dr. Simons walked to the last row of containers, opened the middle one and turned around.
- Here she is… is it alright if I leave you guys alone? I've some paperwork to fill out and I'll be in my office if you need anything – the doctor said with a tired look
- Sure no problem – Sam answered
The doctor left the room leaving them alone, they could hear the eco of his steps down the hall fading away and Sam taking a breath proceeded to examine the girl's body, Dean look at the body and couldn't help thinking that as horrible as it look now that it was clean up, how it had looked when they brought her in, it was a total mess, Sam continued to analyze the wounds, Dean opened the file Sam had left on top of the container.
- It says the weird scar's on the neck – Dean mentioned
Sam turned the girls face gently to the right and they saw it, it wasn't one any of them were familiar of, a glyph shaped as a question mark but with some sort of spikes at the end and above it had a kind of pattern.
- What do you think it is? –
- I don't know but let's find out – Sam said taking out his little notebook and copying the symbol, they closed the casket and returned to their motel.
Dean dropped Sam at the motel so he could start looking for the meaning of the symbol, while he visited Jane's neighbours, he tried the first house on the right, it had a beautiful garden, green and full of flowers Dean didn't know, not that he had much of a green thump, he knocked and an old lady opened.
- Hello ma'am – he said taking out his ID, - Can I ask you a couple of questions about your neighbour Jane?
- Well of course dear – the old lady was slow and kind of still processing what her visitor just said.
- Did you notice anything estrange before the incident? –
-No my dear, they were a lovely couple, always say hello to me when I was taking care of my garden, it's such a tragedy what happened –
- Did they had any enemies you know of, or had they had any fight lately? –
- No, I'm sorry but they were of the best people I know, everybody loved them –
- Dean sighted, - Thank you ma'am -
- Any time dear, I'm sorry I couldn't help much; I just hope you find Brian safe and sound – the old lady turned and closed the door.
Dean continued to the net house, this will be a long day, he thought.
* * *
The wind felt great, moving her long blond hair in all directions, it had been a very hot day, but although the whether was excruciating she was happy, she'd found a job, Jo had done a few jobs over the last few months, some vampires here, a vengeful ghost there, but this one was special somehow, she didn't know what it was, but it just felt interesting, big, she'd the newspaper on the other seat, it was dated two days ago, and it was about a guy found dead on Blackhill, a not too big not too small town just three hours from Duluth, when they had performed the autopsy on the guy, they found out that all his organs had fail, a total system collapse, dead within seconds, and they had absolutely no idea why, it had sounded pretty weird to her, hunter kind of weird, so she took her things and was on her way. But ever since she read that article she had this strange hunch that it was going to be a memorable hunt. She passed the sign "Blackhill 50 miles", just 50 miles to go, she thought, Rock n' Roll Train was playing on the radio, turning up the volume she continued enjoying the gentle summer breeze on her face.
* * *
The clock showed it was 9:03 pm, he had been on the computer looking out for the symbol all afternoon and had lost track of time, but was returned to reality by the sound of the door being opened, he saw his brother step in.
- Any luck on the symbol? – Dean asked as he entered the motel room
- Nope, found nothing, how about you any luck with the neighbours? –
- Well…everybody said she was normal, then one of her co-workers told me she was having an affair with a guy named Paul Newman, he owns an art gallery on the other side of town –
- Well we can pay him a visit tomorrow morning – Sam suggested
- Let's get something to eat, with all this moving around I forgot to eat – Dean complained
- Yeah I could use a break too –
* * *
Jo arrived at Thunderville a couple of hours ago, she had decided to spend the night there, and in the morning hit the road again, she didn't like driving at night. She'd checked herself in The Red Boot motel, left her thing on the bed and took a long refreshing shower, when she was finish, she changed into a pair of shorts and a light white shirt, she checked the combination in the mirror and approving it she went out to get some dinner, she'd seen a little place on her way not too far form her motel.
It was a little crowed; she quickly scanned the room and took a seat on the end of the bar, according to the clock on the opposite wall it was 8:50,she ordered, the tv was on, so she watch it as she ate, though she didn't pay much attention, locked on her own thoughts.
* * *
Sam and Dean entered the dinner and sat on the only available table there was, while waiting for the waitress Dean scanned the room, his gaze stopped on a blond girl at the end of the bar, white shirt and some maybe too little shorts, just the way he liked, Uh nice legs he thought to himself, Sam sighted as he traced his brother's gaze across the room to the blond girl, the waitress came to take their order and interrupted Dean's fantasy, they both asked for a cheeseburger and a beer.
- Coming up – the waitress told them and walked behind the bar to place the little paper with their order on the window that leaded to the kitchen.
Dean returned to stare at the girl.
- Want a bucket? – Sam asked
- Ah? –
- Dean, you're drooling all over the table –
- Say whatever you want, she's hot – Dean defended himself
The waitress came back with their food and they started eating, Sam slowly enjoying his burger, Dean not so much, he was devouring as if he hadn't eaten his entire life, Sam took a look at the girl his brother was staring before and was surprised to see it was Jo, when she met his gaze she smiled and wave at him, he waved back and saw she was coming their table.
- Hey Sam, Dean – she saluted
- Hi Jo – Sam said
Dean took a look at her and almost choked on his food when he saw that she was the girl he'd been staring at, he took a big gulp of beer and swallowed hard, Jo sat next to Sam.
- So what're you guys doing here? – she asked
- A job – Sam answered – a girl, Jane Miller was killed, two days ago, stabbed 66 times, his husband Brian Miller is missing – he informed
- Wow –
- And, what about you? – Dean asked now fully recovered from the surprise
- Actually, I'm working a job too – she said proudly – a guy died, his body totally collapsed, all his organs failed or something, there's no explanation also two days ago, but not here, up in Blackhill, right now I'm just passing through –
- Oh – Sam said finishing his beer
They were quiet for a while, until finally Sam broke it, standing up, he excused himself.
- Got to go to the bathroom –
After an awkward silence Dean tried to break the ice.
- So lots of hunts lately?-
- Not so much – she answered a little coldly
- You don't work at the bar anymore? – he tried again
- Nop –
After a couple of minutes passed he apologized
- Jo, I'm sorry I didn't ca…-
- Don't sweat it I know you must had been busy – she interrupted
- Yeah but… - he was interrupted again, now by his brother taking his seat again
Just when Sam was sitting down, Jo was standing up.
- Got to go I'm tired and need some sleep, take care guys –
- Oh, ok… have a good night - Sam replied
- Good luck with the hunt - Dean said, while she walked out of the dinner, with concerned look, Jo turned around and held his gaze for a second and then left.
* * *
They left not long after Jo did; they were on their way back to the motel, when Sam started teasing Dean.
So, Jo's hot huh? –
Shut up –
Well you couldn't stop staring at her back on the dinner –
As much as Dean wanted to deny it, he knew Sammy wasn't going to let it go, so he decided to stop talking. They arrived to the motel and went to sleep; Dean could hear his brother lightly breathing which indicated he was asleep, he on the other hand was having some trouble, thinking about Jo.
Jo's hot but she's also… Jo… she did had nice legs though, oh forget it he told himself, besides if he tried anything Ellen would hunt him down with her shotgun. Still thinking about her he dozed off.
* * *
It was raining and it was dark the only illumination was some moon light entering trough the window, it was some kind of old house, he looked around the first floor looking for something or someone and found nothing just empty rooms, he was starting to get cold and rubbed his arms, then he look at the stairs and decided to take a look at the second floor, he climbed up the stairs and walked into the first room he saw. And there she was, Jo sitting on the bed on her tiny shorts and her white shirt.
- I heard you were looking at me in the bar – she said getting up
Dean was surprised and confuse to see her, she approached him, he cleared his throat and tried to speak but he couldn't articulate any words, she was so close, she smoothly slide her hands trough his abdomen and chest, leaving burning sensations wherever they touch, she rapped her arms around his neck.
- Jo… - he started saying, but she brought her index finger to his lips and stopped him.
She kissed him softly, her tongue gently rubbing his, he was at first taken aback by her move but then found himself returning the kiss, her lips burned, but in a great way, he place his right hand on her cheek and his left on her hip prolonging the kiss, wanting more, he loved the blazes her kiss send trough his body, they split up, gasping for air, he look at her holding her tender gaze, then he blinked, and he woke up.
He woke up on the motel room, looked at the clock on the night table and saw it was 6:38, he saw Sammy was still asleep and entered to the bathroom, he look at himself in the mirror, it had been a very real dream, a weird and pleasant one too, ever since he'd gotten out of the pit, hell was the only thing he dreamed about, so it had been a nice change, he took a long shower, dried and put on his clothes.
- Just a dream – he said looking at the mirror again
He sat down on one of the two chairs next to the window and started flipping trough a magazine somebody had forgotten, around 7:00 Sam woke up.
- Dude it's 7:05, what're you doing up? – Sam asked between yawns
- Couldn't sleep? –
Sam stood up and got into the bathroom leaving Dean alone with his thought again, Maybe I should take a look at her job, it sounded kind of dangerous, and if it was he and Sammy could help, not because of the dream he'd just had, because she's another hunter, and she's hot his subconscious betrayed him, no, no she was a hunter and their friend, and she's got a nice body, snap out of it Dean he scolded himself, she's your friend and you just want to make sure she's fine, this time no voice argued with him. Sam was coming out of the bathroom.
- Are you ok? - he asked
- Yeah just a little tired… let's pay that Paul guy a visit – Dean suggested
- Yeah let's go –
* * *
Paul Newman was pretty busy, he had the exposition tonight and hell two of his artist hadn't showed up nor did their paintings, and he was still in shock for what had happened to Jane, he was setting the last details of the illumination, when one of his assistants, told him that the police wanted to talk to him, police? He thought, could this day get any worst? He went to the lobby were the detectives waited.
- Hello sir, I'm detective Ferrier and this is detective Winslow we want to ask you some questions about Jane Miller – Sam said
- I'm sorry who? – Paul tried to lie
- Jane Miller we know you two were having an affair Mr. Newman – Dean contradicted him
With a guilty look on his face Paul confessed – I loved her –
- She was married – Dean pointed out
- So! I still lived her, and now…she…she's gone – he said with watery eyes
- Sir, where were you the night she was murdered? – Sam asked
- She'd come after work, we ate lunch then went to my place and made love, we were together all afternoon – Paul swallowed and continued – She had to go home and I had to go to an auction at nine….was there all night – he choked
- Sir the truck's here with Mr. Nigel's paintings – interrupted his assistant
- Sure I'll be right there – he replied whipping out his tears, he stayed a moment watching the brothers until Sam spoke.
- Well thank you Sir, we'll let you get back to work –
With that Paul took his leave and exited, two guys entered carrying a big and heavy paint left it against the reception wall, Sam glanced at it and called his brother.
- Hey Dean, look, is this familiar to you?