Hey! Sorry I haven't been updating my other stories lately and now I'm starting another one... But all of my spare time for the past couple of weeks was dedicated to trying to keep my old cat alive. He was almost as old as me, and I don't have any memories without him, so he's really special. He just died this morning, I've been trying to distract myself by marathoning Supernatural during the whole drama for my cat. RIP Socksie.
Note that I've only finished Season 1 of Supernatural, so this is probably going to take place sometime around there.
Dean smirked as he glanced towards the passenger seat of the Impala, seeing Sam with his eyes shut and his mouth agape in a silent snore. He reached over to the volume and turned it up, blaring Highway to Hell and Sam jolted upright, his eyes flashing open, then he groaned and glared over at Dean. Dean looked back over to the highway innocently, but there was a vague smirk playing on his face. Sam rolled his eyes. Dean chuckled.
"Rise and shine, Sammy!"
Sam groaned, shaking his head.
"I need my copilot here, Sam. Bobby just called when you were snoozin' off. He thinks he found us a case."
"What is it?" Sam said, rubbing his eyes.
"Tampa, Florida. Don't know what it is yet, but it sounds sort of like our gig."
"What do we know so far?" Sam asked.
"Nine deaths. No connections between the victims, except all of them were drained of blood."
"Vampires?" Sam guessed.
"Nope. Not unless they dated a chicken. There were no human tracks on the murder site, but there were bird tracks. Officials identified them either as turkey or chicken tracks. Also no external marks, like fangs, or scratches, or any of that. The only thing is that their blood is gone. Though whatever this is, seems to be sort of inconsistent. Some of the victims hearts were missing. Might be multiple monsters. Weird, huh?"
Sam blinked, leaning back and thought.
"Man, that's weird." Sam said.
"Yeah, no kidding. So why don't you make yourself useful on the way and peek in Dad's journal for some info."
"Okay." Sam nodded, reaching into the glove compartment and taking out the journal.
Dean grinned, "That's my nerd."
Sam rolled his eyes, flipping through the pages.
They arrived at a motel in north Georgia in the evening and decided to stop there for the night after calculating that it would take at least ten more hours of driving to get to Tampa, Florida. Settling down in the motel, They quickly set up camp, doing the usual salting all windows and doors protocol, then Sam got out his laptop and began to search around the web, looking for more information on this case.
"Hey check this out, Dean." Sam said after pulling up an article. "One of the victims shortly before death reported repeatedly seeing a man in a yellow suit with black eyes."
"Demon?" Dean began, "No- wait... That doesn't explain the blood loss or the chicken. Man, this is a tough one."
"I know, but it gets weirder." Sam said, scrolling down to another part of the article. "Another victim's family members reported that the victim kept on seeing a man wearing a yellow suit, but with white eyes. And on and on this goes. The victims kept on seeing this same guy, but can't decide whether he had white or black eyes."
"Huh..." Dean said. "So a chicken-vampire-demon-dude with inconsistent eye color and sometimes likes to rip out hearts. This guy is tricky. Did all of the victims see him?"
"Most of them, yeah, but others never seemed to say anything about it. The families reported these victims as jumpy, like they kept on seeing something, but didn't want to admit it. And there's more. I dug deeper and found that the victims actually do have similarities. All of the victims had some sort of Mexican heritage. Some of them were even related to each other."
"So maybe we should be checking out some Mexican lore. Maybe this killer freak is picking on its own people."
"Yeah I'm checking into that right now." Sam said, opening a new tab on his browser and typed a few key words. After several minutes of scrolling around and searching new key words, Sam thought he found something.
"Aha! I think I've narrowed it down a bit!" Sam said. "So I at least found out what the changing eye color means. It's called the 'Evil Eyes', and a lot of different cultures' mythology have this all over the world, including Mexico. In Mexican mythology, the Evil Eyes were either black or white, and were normally on an evil Aztec deity that meant harm to the ancient Mexica. The only thing is, it doesn't narrow our options down very much. There's at least a thousand Aztec deities, and a lot of them have the Evil Eye."
"So you think we're dealing with an Aztec god?"
"Yeah."
"Oh man. Those guys were brutal, right? That explains the whole ripped-out-heart thing on some of the victims. So, which Aztec gods were vampires?"
"Basically all of them." Sam said. "In Aztec mythology, their gods were believed to have no blood, hence all of the human sacrifices to give their gods blood. They believed these sacrifices were vital to the survival of their world, because these gods needed blood to keep the world running, and to get favors from the gods, such as good crops, no drought, victory in battle, et cetera."
"Do you think some guy is trying to win a favor by killing people and giving this god blood?"
"I don't think so. Remember, there were no external signs of struggle or violence on most of the victims. Whoever this guy is, I think he's doing it on his own."
"Right, college-kiddo."
