Set after S1 of Constantine. For SPN earlier on when they just had met Castiel, so around end of S2 or 3?
The morning brought a crispness to the air. Glendive slowly woke as the dawn broke, sunlight filling the valley the town was placed in. The early risers were the first ones up; then everyone followed and the sounds of cars and people bustling about would fill the streets.
In a little house built on a lake we see Sheriff Holmbrook leaving his house. The bulky man had sluggish movements as he locked his door, careful not to spill his spiked coffee he held. As the Sheriff turned to head to his car a ringing pierced the quiet air. The man grumbled before he reached into a pocket and pulled out his cellphone.
It was a newer model; not one of the flip phones he'd first been introduced to. Even now he was still getting used to the faster functions and larger screen of the iPhone. His eyes spotted the name of his Deputy plastered across the screen. Holmbrook's eyes narrowed and his finger hovered over the green answer button for a moment. He knew that getting a call this early only meant something was wrong. In his opinion the job shouldn't start until he reached his office.
After a few more long trills he heaved a sigh and pressed answer. "Weston? Why're you calling me this early?"
The Deputy on the other end answered almost immediately in a grim tone, "We got a missing child, it's Shelly Cobalt's kid." Holmbrook paused in walking absorbing the information. Another missing kid?
Holmbrook swallowed hard and asked, "Shelly Cobolt's kid you say? Isn't this the fifth one this month?"
Weston grunted then said, "I'm at Cobalt's house taking statements now. The family's devastated."
Holmbrook scoffed lightly. "I'd think they'd be. I'll be there soon."
"I'll see you soon, sir." Weston answered.
"Yeah, yeah. Remind me again which house was it?"
"The 4th house on Gresham. It's the one that had the tree fall on their house a few months ago."
"Gotcha, I'll see you when I get there." He said in a dry voice, ending the call. As he started up his car he became lost in his thoughts...The fifth kid missing. They'd taken precautions; enforcing a curfew, telling the parents to keep track of their kids at all times. But even so the bastard still managed to slip into houses and steal a child in the dead of the night. Holmbrook shook his head and brought a hand up to rub his stubbled cheeks. With a quick sip of his coffee, he put his foot on the gas and rolled out of his driveway, heading to the crime scene.
A black Impala rolled to a stop in a diner's parking lot. The rock music it'd been blasting moments ago was abruptly cut off as two men opened the car's doors. They wore black suits and seemed to be arguing over something as they made their way inside the diner.
"I'm just saying, if you wanted it you should've said something." Sam said as he held up his hands in a peaceful gesture.
Dean shot his brother a glare from the corner of his eye as he slid into a booth. "I shouldn't have to say anything, that was my damn pie." Sam chuckled lightly at his brother's anger.
Hours ago he'd thrown away a moldy looking slice of pie. When Dean heard about it he threw a fit saying it was supposed to look like that. That's when they'd got a call.
It was from another hunter, Elaine Wudder. The woman was frantic when she called, but after calming her down she told them what happened. A hunter friend of hers had been onto something big. His name is Derek Manson. He was in Glendive, Montana and was supposed to call her when he suddenly went radio silent. It's unclear if whatever he was hunting got him or something else.
"What can I get for you boys?" A blonde waitress had approached the table. She was clearly flirting as she took turns staring for way too long at each of them and pushing her curly locks off her shoulders. Sam sighed. It was too early for this.
But Dean who was ready to charm anyone anytime smiled as he looked her over. "I'll have pancakes, a water, and your number."
Sam quickly intervened. "No — actually, just the first two. And I'll have pancakes with apple juice."
The waitress puffed her lips momentarily disappointed. She quickly scribbled down their order and winked at Dean. "Alright boys. I'll be back."
Sam felt Dean's foot kick his shin underneath the table as the waitress walked away. His older brother held out his hands as if to say what the hell was that?
Once again Sam sighed. "In case you forgot this is just a pit stop. We still have a few hours before we reach Glendive."
"Doesn't mean we can't stay the night and pick up tomorrow," Dean said in a sly tone.
Sam raised his brows slightly. "Dean. If Elaine's friend is in trouble we shouldn't be wasting time." The two had a staredown. Dean knew his brother was right so he exhaled throwing his hands up in defeat.
The food came soon and even through Dean ceased his flirting a phone number still came with the check. Sam rolled his eyes sliding into the Impala's passenger seat. "I'll do a checkup on Glendive, see if anything's turned up." Sam said as he pulled out his computer.
"You do that," Dean said turning on the radio and it's volume. ACDC's Highway to Hell played all too loud for his taste. From the way Dean was rapping his fingers against the wheel and mouthing the lyrics there was no point in asking him to turn it down. Sam sighed moving his gaze back to the screen.
"Hey!" Sam's hand shot out to the dial quieting the music much to Dean's dismay. "Listen to this; Alexander Cobalt was found missing yesterday morning. This makes a total of ten disappearances in the last two months."
"So?"
"So? This might be the thing that Derek was hunting. It's in the vicinity, fit's the timeline, maybe he was hunting something and it got to him first," Sam listed out as he tried to prove his point.
"I guess we could check it out." Dean agreed to. Ten missing kids in that short period of time, something was definitely up. Keeping an eye on the road, he rewinded the cassette tape so it'd play Highway to Hell once again.
Sam looked at his brother. "You just listened to this."
Dean glanced over. "You interrupted my jam session, deal with it."
"Alright…" The younger one turned to the window, propping his head up with his elbow and watched the scenery whizz by. It might've been just him, but before he blinked he could've swore he saw a woman.
She looked to be Hispanic; her wild brown hair poofed out shaping her face, and her eyes met his. When they connected something flickered, surprise? But it was then he blinked. And she disappeared. Sam's brows furrowed in confusion and he craned his neck back to make sure the woman wasn't still there. It probably was just because he was tired...he couldn't be having those things again after all…
Sunlight hit her face warming it with it's rays. A smile graced her face and she waved her arms leisurely in the air. The sound of a car echoed in her ears. Zed moved her eyes to see a black car gliding down the road. Taking a step back so she was no longer in its way — although it wouldn't be able to hit her anyways, just a habit.
As it rolled by she saw there were two people inside. One of them looked at her. Impossible! Zed knew she was invisible to just about everything in her visions, he was looking through her. Right? A tugging sensation grew in her stomach and the world blurred.
When it came back into a seeable sight, two things loomed over her. Glendive 20 MILES, and a sign for route 94. Static suddenly filled her ears. She could sense there was something beyond it, Zed winced as she tried to make out what the words were.
Unintelligible words filled her ears. They were in pain, screaming for help. She glanced around wildly, searching for the source of it. They only grew more frantic and deafening as time passed. Unable to stand the noise, Zed blocked her ears.
When it seemed the cacophony was at its peak, it suddenly cut off into dead silence. Nervously, she lowered her hands. Only to raise them again in confusion when they felt wet. A horrified gasp escaped her lips and her hands jolted, attempting to get rid of the innards overflowing in them.
Zed jolted from her vision. Something was shaking. Oh, it was her. Her eyes drifted down to her hands, but she was almost afraid to look at them in case they were the bloody ones she'd seen in her vision. With a huff she shoved them under her armpits away from sight. She needed to find John.
Exiting her room, heading down the hall she found him where she thought she would. Lounging on the couch downing his who-knows-what glass of whiskey was John Constantine. Zed didn't think he'd noticed her arrival from behind so she lingered by the doorway observing the man for a few moments.
John looked tired. Drinking away his sorrows that he kept to himself in front of the mirror that showed the past. And Zed could only guess what he was seeing in it. Taking in a deep breath, she began her walk when John called out. "What can I do for you luv?"
Offering a smile for she knew he could now see her reflection in the mirror she replied, "I had a vision, thought you might want to know."
With a grunt John sat up, placing his glass on the table. "Right you are. Now what did you see this time?" Zed quickly walked over taking a seat on the opposite side of the couch and faced John.
Her brows furrowed as she recalled what she'd seen, pulling as much detail as she could that'd be able to help them. "There was a black car, when it drove past me someone inside looked at me."
John appeared perplexed for a second before shaking his head with a smile. "The chap was probably looking out his window and you jus' mistook it for–"
"John we made eye contact." Zed was adamant about it. Leaning forward so her firm expression could clearly be seen.
The Brit accepted defeat, and a satisfied Zed sat back. Although she knew he just gave up so she'd stop bothering him. With a continuing hand gesture John drawled out, "So...anything else?"
"Yeah. I saw the signs Glendive 20 MILES and one for route 94. Then…"
"Then?"
"Then...I heard this static. There was something else, when I tried to hear beyond it it got louder and louder. I blocked my ears then pulled away and they were...covered with guts.'"
"Is that why you're so on edge?" Zed's eyes flickered up to meet John's and he nodded to the way she was practically hugging herself as her arms unknowingly wrapped her.
She quickly let her arms fall to her lap. "Uh–Yeah, my visions aren't usually that strong. I'm just unnerved."
The couch dipped as John stood. "Alrighty then. If that's that let's get going." Zed stood following the man as he rushed around the room picking things to put in his bag. "Since we don't know what we might be up against, best be prepared." John said as he threw what looked to be a bible in the bag.
"John wait–do you know where we have to go?" Zed questioned, confused.
John looked up at her, "Montana. Route 94 runs through Glendive. Mostly likely the place we're looking for. And I'm suffering from a massive headache so you'll be taking the wheel."
"Alright, let me just pack some things and I'll meet you outside." Zed said. John winked passing her by.
Not wanting to make John wait, Zed hurried back to her room and stuffed a few pairs of clothes along with a some necessities into a bag before she was out the mill house's door.
In the truck John had lit a cigarette, the smoke curled out the half opened window. Upon her arrival he tossed it out and pulled on a pair of sunglasses. "Wake me when we get there luv."
She 'mhmmed' in response and put the key in the ignition.
By the time they were on the main road Zed could hear John's snoring over the sound of the quiet radio.