Supernatural: Bedtime Stories
A/N: Greetings! So, I'm posting this a day early since I'm not sure that I'll have time tomorrow, being Thankgivings Day and all. So, here's an adventure involving fairy tales. Read, review, and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds; I just own the characters that I happen to create.
CHAPTER ONE: ONCE UPON A TIME…
"Now concerning his sons, and the greatness of the burdens laid upon him, and the repairing of the house of God, behold, they are written in the story of the book of the kings. And Amaziah his son reigned in his stead."
2 Chronicles 24:27
Maple Springs, New York
Once Upon a Time…
It was a cloudy night with a nearly full moon poking out every now and then, and at a building site, three heavy-set brothers were arguing about the progress of the project, and the condition of the construction material when they were interrupted by a low growling noise.
"Hey, what was that?" Kyle asked, glancing around for the source.
Emmett shrugged. "I don't know, a dog maybe?"
Kyle frowned, not convinced that it was a dog. "That's a hell of a dog."
Jack didn't care and pulled a bent plank of wood out of the truck. "Ok, we got a crew coming in the morning, look at this wood, huh?!" he snapped, frustrated. "Look at it, it's crap! Where'd you order it from?"
Emmett sighed and rolled his eyes. "Same place as always," he muttered, also upset that they'd been sent substandard supplies…again.
Kyle chuckled. "Shoulda used the cinder block, like I wanted."
"You know what? Here we go again," Jack growled, shoving the wood back into the truck and turning away. "You are not in charge."
"Hey, you're a bunch of girls," Kyle retorted, unaware that they were being watched by something. "Look, it comes down to this, ok? One gust of wind and the whole place is gonna blow over!"
Emmett waved him off, having heard it before. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."
Just then something ran past, and Kyle glanced behind him. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Jack muttered as he and Emmett went to the wooden podium that held the blueprints, arguing about what to do. Meanwhile, Kyle moved in the direction of the noise and peered around a digger, but there was nothing there. Deciding that he was hearing things, Kyle shook his head, and literally snorted like a pig.
"Kyle, c'mon let's go," Emmett called over to him.
"'Kay man I'll go warm up the truck," Jack said, rolling up the plans and headed for the gray pickup; just as Kyle caught up with Emmett, they both yelped when their brother was suddenly dragged behind a stack of piping. Jack, screaming, tried to pull himself free by grabbing an electrical cable, but he was pulled out of sight a second time, knocking an floodlight over in the process. Moments later, blood sprayed up on the driver's door of the truck and the screaming stopped, replaced by growling and snarling sounds of something eating.
Terrified, Kyle ran while Emmett was frozen in place, screaming their brother's name.
"JACK!"
Moving quickly, Kyle hunkered down and hid behind a stack of concrete blocks, just as the creature jumped out and attacked Emmett next, his blood spraying across the plans on the podium as his screaming was quickly cut short.
Kyle was struggling not to cry as all fell silent; taking a deep breath, he slowly moved around the concrete blocks and saw Emmett lying on the ground with his throat ripped out, and blood oozing from his mouth. He was dead.
"Oh God," Kyle moaned, turning away when the growling began again nearly, and when he turned to look, it attacked and he screamed.
Two nights later…
After spending a few weeks at Bobby's, the Winchester had learned about the attacks in Maple Springs, New York by way of Penelope Garcia, who was currently in Woodbridge, Virginia with the team to find a six-year-old girl named Katie Jacobs, who'd gone missing, and they were now on the highway heading to work a possible werewolf case since, as Sam pointed out, it was the right time in the lunar cycle.
Little did they know, there was a bullfrog sitting in the road ahead and when the Impala hit a puddle, spraying water, the frog hopped out of the way, just in time.
"I hope they can find that little girl in time," Sam remarked. "According to Garcia, she has asthma and if the kidnapper was to gag her-"
Both Dean and Liz grimaced, glad when their brother didn't finish that sentence. At one of the schools they'd attended when they were younger, there had been a girl named Kelly, who had asthma, and a couple of bullies thought it'd be funny to tie her up, put duct tape over her mouth, and lock her in the janitor's closest.
Kelly nearly had an asthma attack during the whole thing, and both Liz and Sam had alerted the teachers while Dean had taught the bullies a lesson. In the end, Kelly survived the experience, the bullies were kicked out of school despite their parents insisting that they were just being kids, and Dean did get in a bit of trouble for fighting.
"Same here," Dean agreed. "So, how long do we have to find this psychotic killer?"
Sam sighed. "The moon's full this Friday and that's the last time it changes for a month."
Dean grinned. "Two days, no sweat." And then winced when Liz swatted the back of his head. "Hey!"
"Don't talk like that, Dean."
The next day, they got suited up, and went to the hospital to interview Kyle, who'd survived the attack with mostly scratches on his arms and head.
"I'm Detective Plant," Dean said as he, Liz, and Sam showed him their fake badges before pocketing them, "this is Detectives Page and Rosa, we're with the County Sheriff's Department."
Kyle nodded. "Yeah, uh, I've been expecting you."
"You have?" Dean asked, surprised.
"All morning," Kyle confirmed. "You are the sketch artist, right?"
"Uh," Sam began, uneasily.
"Yes I am," Liz said quickly, preventing Dean from teasing Sam, and pulled out a small sketchpad and pencil that she'd brought with her just in case, and Sam gave her a grateful look. "I'm ready to sketch."
Dean resisted rolling his eyes and focused on the matters at hand. "But listen before we get started on that I wanted to ask you, uh, how'd you get away?"
Kyle shrugged, having been wondering that himself since his brothers hadn't been as lucky. "I-I have no idea," he admitted. "I was hiding, and he found me. He was coming right for me and then he just stopped. Staring at me with this blank look. And after that he just took off running."
Liz nodded and opened her sketchpad. "'Kay. Um, I'm going to need as much physical detail as you can remember," she requested, her pencil posed.
Kyle nodded. "Uh yeah. Uh, he's about six feet tall…"
"Six feet…" Liz muttered as she began sketching.
"Dark hair."
Both Sam and Dean peeked at her sketch and they were impressed since she was much better at drawing then they were.
"Uhm, what-what about his eyes, what color eyes did he have?" Sam asked.
Kyle shrugged again, having troubles remembering. "Maybe….blue?"
"Blue?" Sam repeated, taking notes while Liz continued sketching.
"It was dark," Kyle admitted, "and it was hard to say for sure."
Dean cleared his throat. "Did they seem…Uh, animal-ish?" he asked.
Kyle gave him a confused look. "Excuse me?"
"What about his teeth?" Sam asked. "You notice anything strange about 'em?"
Kyle shook his head. No, they were just teeth."
Liz nodded, still sketching. "Teeth, OK."
"How about his fingernails?" Dean asked.
Kyle frowned, becoming annoyed. "OK look he – he's just a – a normal guy, with normal eyes and – a – and teeth and fingernails!"
"Look sir, it's ok if-" Sam began.
"No. No," Kyle said emotionally. "Those were my brothers. This guy, he-he killed my brothers. How would you feel?"
This caused Sam to pause and both Dean and Liz glanced at him uneasily. "I can't imagine anything worse."
"I know this isn't easy but if you could remember any more details," Dean requested, not wanting to imagine what life would be like if Liz went straight to hell at the end of the year.
Kyle forced himself to calm down and thought back to that night. "Th-there was one more thing he had a – a tattoo on his arm of a cartoon character. It's, uh, it's the guy who's chasing the Roadrunner-"
"Wile E. Coyote!" said Dean.
Kyle nodded. "Yeah, that's it."
"Kyle?" a man with graying hair and was wearing a white doctor coat asked, walking into the room.
Kyle smiled slightly. "Dr. Garrison."
Dr. Garrison walked over to the bed to check the clipboard. "How you holding up?"
Kyle shrugged. "OK, considering."
"You're Kyle's Doctor?" Dean asked.
Dr. Garrison nodded. "Yes?"
Dean held up his badge. "Can I just ask you a few questions?"
Dr. Garrison nodded. "Sure." And he and Dean both left the room, leaving Sam and Liz with Kyle, who pointed at the sketchpad.
"Don't I get to see it?" he asked.
"Yes, you do," Liz said, turning the pad around so that both Kyle and Sam could see the sketch, which was quite impressive and realistic, including the tattoo on one arm.
"That's the guy," Kyle confirmed. "Good job."
"Thanks."
After completing the interviews and faxing the sketch to Penelope so that she could do a background check on anyone fitting the description of the attacker, which was looking to be more human and less supernatural by the minute, the Winchesters left the hospital, comparing notes on what they'd learned, walking past the same bullfrog that they'd almost ran over the night before.
"So what did the Doc have to say about Kyle's brothers?" Sam asked.
"Not much," Dean admitted, "they were D.O.A. at the scene. He did give me the lowdown on the Coroner's report."
"Lemme guess, their hearts were missing," said Liz.
Dean shook his head. "Nope." And then he sighed. "But chunks of their kidneys, lungs and intestines were missing."
Both Sam and Liz grimaced. "That's just gross."
"Yeah, also definitely not werewolf behavior," Dean agreed.
"So, what? Demon?" Sam suggested. "Attacker could've been possessed."
"Why would a demon stop halfway through an attack?" Liz wondered since that was unlikely.
Sam shrugged. "I think that, uh…Coulda…Yeah, I got nothing."
"Me neither."
"Same here."
Meanwhile, Ken and Julie Watson were hiking through the woods, and they were lost.
"Man I am starving," Ken complained, digging through his backpack and discovered that they were out of snacks. "Hey, where are all the Power Bars?"
"You ate them all," Julie reminded her husband sourly. "And we're lost."
"We're not lost!" Ken protested. "The path is…right here." And they kept walking through the trees until they found a quaint house, which had smoke rising from the chimney. "Look, there."
Julie was relieved. "Oh, civilization."
"Yeah," Ken agreed curtly while his wife laughed.
"Thank God!"
They walked toward the house along a wide path. They were almost to the porch, when the front door opened and a cheerful old lady stepped out with a cane.
"Are you two doing ok?" she asked sweetly.
"Hi! Actually, we're, uh-" Ken began.
"Lost," Julie cut in, getting a scowl from her husband, even though it'd been his idea to go hiking.
The old lady nodded, fully understanding what'd happen to them. "Oh it happens," she agreed. "The trail gets twisty and my house is the only one left up here. Um, I could point you in the right direction, but I'm afraid it'll take a while to get back," she explained while Ken spotted a pie cooling at the open window. "You're really deep into the woods."
"Nice work, Ken," Julie complained.
"Would you like to come in and rest a bit?" the old lady offered, having noticed Ken looking at her freshly baked pie.
"Um, yeah," Ken agreed, his stomach growling.
Julie shook her head, suddenly feeling uneasy. "Thanks, but we should head back."
"Oh come on, honey, she offered," Ken pointed out before adding quietly. "She's a harmless old lady what could happen?" and he winked before heading inside the house.
Julie was unconvinced, positive that there was something offish about the whole thing, but the old lady smiled sweetly and she, reluctantly, followed her husband inside.
A half hour later, Ken, Julie, and the old lady were seated at the table, where Ken was finishing his third slice of cherry pie.
"You sure you don't want more?" the old lady asked sipping her tea.
"No, thank you it's, uh, uhm…" Ken said uncomfortably, his stomach grumbling in protest, and he was wishing now that he hadn't had that third slice. "I'm full."
"We should go," Julie agreed, having only one slice and was glad that she had plenty of meds around the house to treat her husband's future heart burn.
Ken just nodded, feeling ill. "Mmhm."
"We really can't thank you enough," Julie added as her husband got up from the table, suddenly grabbed the chair when the room began spinning, and fell to the floor in pain. "Ken?" she asked alarmed.
"Ju-Julie!" Ken gasped, sweat pouring down his face as he struggled against the pain, trying to get up as it got worse.
Julie stood up, and then doubled over in pain as well. "Ah! Ah-Ah! What's going on?!"
"Julie!" Ken cried out, groping for the couch behind him.
Julie turned toward the old lady, who began to blur slightly, and she collapsed onto the floor near her husband. "Did you…drug us?"
Not saying a word, the old lady calmly got up from the table and took a large carving knife from the drainer; she checked its sharpness with her thumb, smiling, while both Julie and Ken whimpered from the floor.
"Julie run!" Ken ordered, wishing that he'd listened to his wife earlier, but they both were took weak and in too much pain to move.
Satisfied with the knife, the old lady walked over to the pair. Ken was propped against the couch, and Julie was on the floor.
"Stop," Julie gasped, trying to remain conscious. "Please, you have to stop."
"Don't worry," the old lady said pleasantly, mostly to Ken, who she was now towering over. "Everything's fine. You just hold still now, dear." And she slashed at his neck, causing blood to splatter everywhere, including on Julie's face and shirt; she laughed as Ken gurgled, dying, changed her grip on the knife and leisurely began stabbing him repeatedly.
"NO! STOP! STOP!" Julie screamed, unable to save her husband, who died right in front of her from both the stabbing and blood loss. "PLEASE STOP! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?! NO!"
Meanwhile, a little girl with long black hair in a white dress, red sash and red headband appeared outside the window, watching and observing as the old lady continued to stab Ken repeatedly.
`"NO!"`
A/N: Yeah, not the best way to end a chapter, but I'm the writer and I choose to do it that way. R&R everyone!
