Prequel to 'I Have to Save Him' from the "The Hero Chronicles"
Entering into his house, Daniel Elkins alert, and quite paranoid making sure he was not followed, but he was wrong.
Turning around and seeing the same woman at the bar awhile earlier.
"It's been awhile." She started, "I've gotta say, you look old." She smiles teasingly. Then her eyes glints silver.
"What do you want, Kate?" She laughs at this cute little banter.
"What do you think I want?" Daniel quickly pulls out a knife, and throws it at her, impaled into her chest.
"Damn" She hissed out. Then she unnerving pulls out the knife as if it's not a big deal. "You can do better than that Danny-O" Kate continued.
Daniel quickly walks into his office, and locks the door. Taking the bookcase and blocks the door with it, that perceive to reveal a safe on the wall. He begins to turn the combination, but it was taken longer than it expected.
"Come on…come on."
Finally getting the safe open, he takes out a wooden box. With the box open, it then reveals a colt revolver and five bullets. Beginning to load the gun, Kate is trying to break down the door. Daniel getting the last bullet in, and puts it together. Two figures then comes through the glass ceiling, then come to realization that it was the two men from the bar. In quick steps they had him pin to the floor, and made the gun in his hand drop. Kate finally entering the room. Picks up the gun, and examines the unique item.
"Nice gun. Wouldn't do you much good." Her eyes look to the two men. "Boys?…we're eating in."
Daniel screams for his life.
The Winchester Brothers sitting in a diner out somewhere in the Midwest. Dean sitting there reading a newspaper, and Sam looking on the computer. Deciding to give up on the reading, he folds it and puts it down on the table. Looking across to his brother.
"All right, dude. We don't have a decent lead in all of Nebraska. What do you got?"
Sam scratching the back of his neck, " Well, I've been scanning Wyoming, Colorado, South Dakota. Here, a woman in Iowa fell ten thousand feet from an airplane and survived." Dean looks at Sam kind of oddly.
"That sounds more like 'that's incredible' than uh, twilight zone."
"Yeah, whatever."
"Hey, you know, we could, uh - we could just keep it in the east. New York, upstate. We could stop by and see Sarah again, huh?" Dean smiles one of those 'hey…hey' smiles. "She's a cool chick, man smoking." He continues with a whistle. "Hey, but for real. You two seemed pretty friendly. What do you say?" Dean making Sam laugh.
"Yeah, maybe, someday. But in the meantime, we've got a lot of work to do, Dean, and you know that." Sam giving him one of his proper work habits, and the older Winchester just rolls his eyes.
"Yeah, you're right Sammy. What else you got?" Ending on a serious note.
"Uh, Manning, Colorado - a local man by the name of Daniel Elkins was found mauled in his home." After hearing that name, Dean mind went array. Same notices.
"What's wrong?"
"Elkins? I know that name."
"It doesn't ring a bell to me." Sam continues to look on the computer. "It sounds like the police don't know what to think. At first, they said it was some sort of bear attack, and now, they found signs of robbery." While Sam was speaking, Dean pulls out their father's journal, and start going through it. Nodding on every word Sam was saying.
Dean looking through the journal when he came upon something that could be important.
"Here. Check this out." Handing over the journal to Sam.
"You think that the number for D. Elkins is this same Elkins in the news?"
"It's a Colorado area code." Dean added.
"So what are we waiting for?"
Night approaches as Dean and Sam are entering into Elkins' home, armed with flashlights, and looking around.
"Looks like the maid didn't come today." Dean eyes still looking around. As Sam was caught by the attention of salt on the floor. He crouches down by the front door examining the salt.
"Hey, there's salt over here, right inside the door."
"You mean, like, protection against demons salt, or, uh, "Oops, I spilled the popcorn" salt?" He asked in a solemn humor.
"It's clearly a ring. You think this guy, Elkins, was a player?" Dean looks over to Sam.
"Definitely."
Sam gets up, and heads over to Dean, who came upon a journal that belonged to Elkins.
"That looks a hell of a lot like Dad's." Sam acknowledged.
"Yeah, except this dates back to the sixties." Dean notices another room, and heads for it, and Sam follows, and unknowingly someone else did.
Dean and Sam enters the office to continue their search, as they didn't expect to see such a mess.
"Whatever attacked him, it looks like there was more than one." Sam trying to read the scene.
"Looks like he put up a hell of a fight, too."
The clicking of a gun got the attention of the Winchester boys, and turning to the entrance of the office stands a woman holding the gun directly at them.
"You would know, since you killed him." Her voice filled with heated hatred.
Dean looking over to Sam as trying to ask him who is this woman. Dean hold up his hands to show he's not a threat, as he steps forward. She steps closer.
"Don't even think about it. I'll drop you where you stand…murderer." Dean looks at her confused.
"Whoa! No one here is a killer, sweetheart." He looks at the gun she held, "Well, maybe you."
"We're sorry…" Dean rolls his eyes at his brother. "We're here trying to figure out what happened to Daniel Elkins."
The mysterious blonde woman approaches Sam, and presses the gun to his chest.
"Nice try. Now you better give me a hell of reason why I shouldn't turn your stomach into a strainer?" Sam looks to Dean, who believed every word out of her mouth.
"I'm Dean and this is my brother Sam…"
"Wait…wait" She cuts him off. "Dean and Sam? John Winchester boys'?" Her gun slowly went down at the marvel realization.
Sam looking away from Dean, "You know our father?" She backs up a bit.
"Yeah, he visited here sometimes."
"Visited?" Dean asked.
"He hasn't been here in years." She looks around the office, and releases a deep breath. " Sorry about the gun." She places it back behind her under her jacket.
"You knew Elkins?" Sam asked trying to get some information.
"Daniel was my mentor."
"You're a hunter?" Dean asked with a raised eyebrow.
"You sound shock." Dean looks down in his hand to the journal he was holding, and without thinking he hands it to her.
"Elkins' journal." She breathed in a whisper. Holding it in her hands, she looks up at Dean Winchester. "Thanks. He would have my hide if this was loss."
"Don't mention it."
"I guess you weren't here when it happened?" She shakes her head.
"I was on a hunt in Utah, and coming back I heard what happened to Daniel. That's when I found you two here." Her eyes went to the wall next to the door, and instantly she heads over to it. Opening it, she finds it empty. "Dammit!"
"Did you two see a box that can hold a gun?" She voice sounding a bit urgent.
"No, we just walk in here when you held us up."
"Its important that it has to be here."
They continue searching the room. Dean finds a box. "Is this it?" She grabs it from him, but it is now empty.
"Crap!" Her hands on her hip. "Bad turn of events."
When looking on the floor she notices scratches that have been carved into the wooden floor, and Dean sees it too. He bends down to examine them.
"You got something?"
"I don't know, just some scratches in the floor."
"I have to go." She with the journal in hand heads for the door.
"Hey!" She turns back to the two brothers. "Who are you?"
"Trish" She simply answered. Then she was gone. Dean still bending down looks back over to the odd scratches.
"Death throes, maybe?" Sam looking over Dean's shoulder. "Yeah, maybe." Dean responded as his mind was on the blonde stranger. He grabs a piece of paper and a pencil from Elkins' desk. Dean places the paper on the floor, on top of the scratches, and begins to quickly move the pencil back and forth over the paper. When he is done, he looks at it carefully. "Or maybe a message. Look familiar?" He hands over to Sam, who then tries to decipher it. "Three letters, six digits, the location and combination of a post office box. It's a mail drop." Dean stands back up, "That's just the way Dad does it."
"What about this Trish?"
"Don't worry, we'll be seeing her soon enough."
