A/N- Hi this is my first fanfic so I am just trying to get an idea out of my head that I have had for awhile and have some fun with it. This story does not begin at S1:E1 like a lot of other fanfics. This one being between S1:E14 Nightmare and S1:E15 The Benders. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any episode parts of the story or the characters
A/N #2-As of 4/7/15 I am going back through and rewriting some of my chapters just to fix errors and add some little things, nothing major will change. I just realized some small errors that I made and little things I wanted to add. I will try to put an update date at the top of each chapter until I am all caught up.
Off of I-90 at a shabby motel, Sam couldn't sleep again, Max was still weighing on his mind. It was the middle of the night, Dean was in the next bed snoring. Loudly. Sam browsed through page after page of news articles looking for their next job, anything to get them moving again. Anything to get his mind off of previous events. Before dawn he shoved his brother, who responded with a disgruntled moan.
"Dean, hey, I've found us another job. About two hours away in Wisconsin."
Dean moaned again, rubbing his eyes, "Dude, you realize it's not even five o'clock yet? Did you even sleep?"
Sam ignored him and returned to his computer screen, "No, but anyways, get this. Dodgeville, a small town a twelve year old boy goes missing and three days later is found near the state park, north of town."
Dean rolled his eyes and flopped back down on his pillow, "No offense Sammy, but that really doesn't sound like our kind of thing."
"I didn't think so at first either but four days later a twenty-one year old goes missing from her parent's house, no signs of forced entry, everything is still locked up. That was two nights ago."
Dean moved onto his side, interest peaked, "What are you thinking, why did you flag the boy?"
"I was digging and this same cycle happens every 31 years. First a 12 year old, then a 21 year old, followed by a 40 year old."
"Strange shit happens all the time Sammy that doesn't make it a hunt."
Sam shrugged, "I don't know, but we have gone on less."
"Alright. You win. Let's pack up and get going."
Dean and Sam packed their bags into the trunk of the black '67 Chevy Impala on top of the arsenal. And they drove, reaching Dodgeville before eight, parking in front of the police station. Before they could even get out of the Impala, four squad cars came screaming out of the station, sirens blaring. Sam looked at Dean, "How much do you want to bet that's the girl?"
"Dammit", was all Dean replied as he pulled the Impala after them to the Southeast corner of town. Sure enough, when they arrived they could see the covered body lying in the grass. They got out and approach the officer who was barking orders to get the crime scene closed off. When they got to the tall, lanky older officer, he turned to them, "How can I help you boys?"
Pulling out their badges Dean replied, "Morning, I'm Agent Angus and this is Agent Young from the FBI. Could you tell us what's going on here?"
"I'm Sheriff Anderson, neighbors called in the body about half an hour ago, the girl disappeared two, no, now three days ago. It's such a shame; she was an outstanding athlete, played basketball and softball for Wisconsin State. Nice girl, good student. No offense but you boys move awfully quick, considering we just found out about this ourselves."
It was Sam's turn to speak up," We actually came about the boy last week; it may match some other cases we still have open. This body's autopsy could confirm it."
The man furrowed his grey eyebrows, "Do you boys think it's a serial killer?"
Dean jumped in, "We can't disclose any information until we are positive that these are connected."
Anderson nodded, "Well you boys let me know if I…"
"Sheriff Anderson! Sheriff…" A woman's voice rang out.
The Sheriff shook his head, annoyed, "Oh, for the love of God… Yes Miss Ulrich? What can I do for your today?"
Dean and Sam turned around; a young woman with unruly brown hair tied back and glasses was addressing the sheriff. She wore a cheap black business suit and was clutching a pad with a pen and a recorder that she kept fumbling with. Dean looked her up and down, she was cute, not what he typically tried to hit, but that didn't stop him from checking her out. She never turned to acknowledge their presence.
"Could I get an official statement on what is happening here?" She looked at the Sheriff eagerly.
Anderson tried to retain his composure, "Like I told you before miss, I can't disclose official police business. I can tell you that this is Amy Liene, who disappeared last week."
Her jaw tightened, "The 21 year old that disappeared with the doors locked. Is there any connection between her and the Snyder boy?"
His voice raised further, "As I have already told you, I cannot and will not disclose any information relating to an ongoing investigation."
She meet his eyes, smirked and raised an eyebrow, "Well if there is no connection, why is the FBI here?"
Dean chuckled, she didn't miss a thing and it was enough to through the good Sheriff off his game, "My patience is wearing very thin with you Miss Ulrich."
"That's fine Sheriff, I am done with you for now." She nodded, at Sam and Dean, "Agents."
With that she turned on her heels and strutted up the small hill to the road, the heels of her shoes sinking in the grass. Dean watched her, thoughtfully, walk about halfway before Sam noticed and elbowed him in the shook his head again, "That reported showed up about a week ago, right when that Tommy Snyder was found up by the state park. She has been a thorn in my side ever since, harassing the townspeople with crazy questions, being at the library from open to close, chasing me from one side of town to the other with questions about that boy and some old cold cases."
Sam snorted and smirked, "We will meet the body back at the morgue, give us a call when the autopsy is finished. Thank you for your time."
With that the boys turned back to the Impala. Dean then turned to Sam, "I still don't know Sammy, spirits don't just haunt more than one place and there are no demonic omens, maybe there's nothing supernatural going on at all. Normal people do crazy shit all the time."
Sam half smiled and shook his head, "No Dean, this is definitely our kind of thing. Did you hear about the questions that reporter was asking?"
"Sammy, I don't know about hearing anything, she was hot. Like in a hot, nerdy librarian way. My kind of librarian, not yours." He smiled and bit his bottom lip.
Sam exhaled heavily, "Dude, you are confusing reality and porn again. Look again."
With that Sam pointed up the road a little ways. The reporter was taking notes, leaning on the hood of a canary yellow, 69' Camaro SS with a black racing stripe. Dean bit on his tongue, "And she has fantastic taste in cars."
"Dean, big time reporters drive BMW's, Mercedes, and those kinds of cars. A reporter like her could probably barely afford to run a Jetta or a Malibu around."
"Once again, great taste in classic cars."
"Dean! Who drives old cars, and asks questions about old cold cases? Not a reporter that wants to keep her job. Did you even listen to her name?"
"Ulrich, like the drummer from Metallica… Oh. You think she is a hunter? You can't be serious; she could barely handle a pen and paper. Could you see her digging up a grave or shooting a gun?"
Sam's voice raised in frustration, "I don't know but I think she is definitely involved with this case somehow."
"Well then you can follow her and I will go to the coroner's office and see if I can figure out what killed Amy and that boy. Take the car, I will catch a ride with one of the five-o." Dean walked back over to the police and Sam slid into the driver's seat of the Impala and waited. He watched "Miss Ulrich" walk to her trunk, rummage through some stuff. Then she got into her driver's seat, tossed her glasses aside and raced off. Sam pulled the Impala out behind her.
