Title: Love Kills
Full Summary: CaseFic. When a series of bizarre murders begin to occur in Connecticut, it's up to the Winchesters to track down the scorned spirit responsible.
DISCLAIMER: If I owned SPN, then the following events in this fic and farther into the future would be legitimate canon.
Trivia Time: The title of the fic is taken from a song by 80's hair band Vinnie Vincent Invasion.
The brothers were on their way back to the motel when they had noticed there was a gathering of people, mainly law enforcement and medical officials at the town's police station.
"10 bucks says what we're looking for struck again?" Sam asked.
"10 bucks it is." Dean smirked, pulling the Impala into the parking lot.
The car stopped and the brothers exited, hoping to get answers, yet as they made their way towards the building they were held off by another officer.
"Can I help you boys?" he asked.
"Yeah, we're reporters and we figured that we could ask just what's going on." Dean shrugged, showing the officer a 20 dollar bill.
"Son, I'm gonna forget I just saw you do that, otherwise I'd throw your ass in the slammer for attempting to bribe an officer."
"Yeah, um, he, thinks that works on everyone." Sam sighed.
"I suppose, anyway, what is it you two wanted to know?"
"Well, what this is all about." Dean said, pointing towards an ambulance and EMTs walking in and out of the building.
"Officer Rutler, a good cop, got killed somehow in the drunk tank." The cop said, saddened by the events that transpired.
"Died in the drunk tank? can we ask how?" Sam asked.
"It's bizarre, but when he was found he was cut right in half, his bowels were spilling out on the floor and blood was soaking the floor." The officer replied, not sure just how a man was able to die the way they did.
"Cut in half?" Sam asked, somewhat surprised that the man they had talked to earlier in the day had been killed.
"Yeah, nothing to do it with but that's what we saw when we found him."
"Well, if that's all you can disclose for now, we'll be okay with that." Dean said.
"Yeah, there's gonna be an event open to the press in the following days." The officer sighed, looking back as the ambulance left the parking lot.
"We'll be on our way then." Sam said.
"That'd be preferred." The officer said, walking away from them.
The brothers walked back to their car, entering the driver's and passenger's seats and thinking over their current hunt.
"So, these kills only happen every 25 years, and that's it, there's nothing connecting these people." Dean sighed, dejected at the fact they seem to be running around in circles.
"Well, they're both males." Sam said "Maybe we're dealing with some scorned chick from forever ago." He added.
"Yeah, well we gotta ice the bitch and soon." Dean said, pulling out of the parking lot and getting back on the road.
Meanwhile
It was a small house on the edge of town, tucked away by a dirt driveway and woodland, however it wasn't as calm as it should have been, something was on it's way to visit it's current resident.
In the house sat a man, he was in his late 20's, hair light brown and could easily be mistaken for a high school student, he sat there in the house, alone and saddened...maybe even afraid of someone or something.
"Wh-w-why? what did I do to deserve this?" He asked, crying and looking at a picture of a female.
"YOU BITCH! I TOLD YOU I MADE A MISTAKE, WE COULD'VE MADE IT WORK!" He shouted, tears streaming down his face. "I STILL LOVE YOU THOUGH!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, kissing the picture of the woman.
As he continued to sit on the floor, drown his sorrows in alcohol and cry over a failed relationship, footsteps, they had been the same footsteps that had been heard in the home of the deceased officer.
"Baby-baby is that you?" he asked, his waterworks having ended.
There was no response, the footsteps continued becoming much more louder, they seemed to be coming from all areas of the house before a figure descended from the staircase. Her attire was the same as the spirit who had murdered Jerome Young and Officer Rutler, her coat dragging across the stairs as the loud thuds she had created from her boots smacking on to them, the man saw the coated woman, no idea who she was or how she happened to get into his home, all he knew is her attention was focused on him, as she had been staring him dead in the eye when she made her way to where he was.
"Who-wh-who are you?" He asked, spooked by the fact she was this total stranger who had found a way inside his house, a house which he had kept locked.
"Relax." She said coldly, her raspy voice sending shivers down his spine.
"Relax, I'M GETTING OVER THE WORST EMOTIONAL DISTRESS AND TO TOP IT ALL OF SOME SLUT BROKE INTO MY HOUSE, AND I'M SUPPOSED TO RELAX!?" He shouted, screaming at her and pointing his finger at her
The woman seemed to not respond to his comment, earily gazing at him "You are the cause of the emotional distress you feel." she said, staring dead into his eyes.
"I know I screwed up but who the hell are you to talk to me about relationships?"
The woman tilted her head to the right, her eyes not leaving the sight of his "I want to ask you a question."
"Is it Am I gonna call the cops? cause the answer is yeah, I'm calling the fucking cops."
"No...Am I pretty?" she asked, tilting her head to the left.
"I guess...what's the mask for anyway?" He asked, soon about to find out.
"How about now?" She asked, removing her surgical mask, revealing a large cut across the sides of her mouth, opening her mouth to reveal the inside of the horrible injury, her tongue flailing all across the open space.
"JESUS CHRIST WHAT ARE YOU!?" The man shouted, pushing her away, attempting to leave.
"That's not an answer." she said, grabbing his shirt and throwing him forcefully to the floor.
"Want an answer? no, you're a disgusting ugly bitch." he spat out of a combination of spite and fear.
The woman pinned the man to the floor, stepping on his rib cage with all her paranormal might, the anguish-filled feeling of his ribs cracking and breaking with every second. Organs being pierced by the bones, he began to cough up blood as she released him from her grip and torment, driving a long scissor-like blade into his stomach, the blade slicing through his stomach and untouched areas that had not been injured, slicing through the chest cavity. Her blades cutting in a torturous method until the young man began to bleed out to death, it was more cruel than her previous kills...and she was just beginning.
On the road
The Impala drove back to the motel, the sights around town becoming more ominous as the blanket of darkness with Risng Power by AC/DC blasting on the radio, the brothers were confused as to just what was at work in this town, it's killing pattern seemed just random.
"Who convinced us to take this job?" Dean asked, dejected that there had been no current progress, not even an idea as to the identity of the spirit.
"Um, Dean, you read it in a paper and said we should take the job like that." Sam replied, reminding Dean of who's idea it was to go on a hunt for the ghost running aroun Preston.
"Crap." He said, remembering that "Well, maybe dad's journal has something about this kinda thing, y'know."
"Maybe, I mean, it wouldn't hurt to check." Sam shrugged.
"Did you bring it with you?"
"I left it at the motel room." Sam said, noticing a cop car speeding past them.
"You saw that right?"
"Dean it'd be kinda hard not to see it."
The brothers observed the cop car going past them as best they could, this did not indicate good things for their current case, or maybe it was just a drunk running around down bare ass naked screaming he's the reincarnated alien lord who is alternatively known as Jesus, whatever it was, it was enough to peak the interest of the eldest brother.
"I say we split up gang." He said, keeping an eye on where the car was, landmarking places and buildings just to make sure he knew where it was going.
"Jinkies." Sam said with a smirk.
Dean kept driving towards the motel however, hoping that them doing what they could put the pieces of a puzzle together on two different fronts, the research portion and the tracking of this spectre from the past.
As Sam entered the motel room, he looked around the room for the journal, noticing it on the top of the TV where Dean had left it and what appeared to be a note attached to the front, Sam opened the note, reading the lines.
You boys constantly believe I'm far away, that's the common misconception, I am watching your every move for now, but I must say that when the time comes Dean, we'll meet face to face until then you'll have to worry about who's watching in the darkness -Mr. Blue the note read.
"Jesus Christ." Sam said, crumbling up the note and throwing it away, if it was the demon's way of a scare tactic, he wasn't going to fall for it any day soon.
Meanwhile
Dean remembered parts where the cop car had gone, noticing two more headed in the same direction, deciding to follow them until he reached the house on the edge of town, officers everywhere and medics removing a body from the house, Dean pulled out one of his two badges before noticing the girl from the diner, Laurie
"Excuse me can I ask what's going on here?" Dean asked, walking up the cops, noticing the girl.
"So, you're a detective posing as a reporter?" He heard the voice of the cop he had heard from earlier.
"Well you caught me I guess, I figured in a town like this you wouldn't wanna guy like me snooping around." Dean shrugged, lying.
"Well, actually we could use the help, I mean not too many officers in town are comfortable with detectives...makes them think the Feds will be here next." he sighed"So, who was the other guy with you then?" The cop asked
"Oh, that was my brother, he um, is looking for a place with his...fiancee around these parts, so I figured I'd let him tag along." Dean lied, explaining Sam's existence to the cop.
"Well, as long as your brother stays out of the investigation there'll be no problem."
"Got it, I'll make sure he does, and what's her story?" He said, pointing towards Laurie.
"Apparently she knew the victim, wanted to see what happened in there and all." The cop explained.
"Well, I'll have a talk to her." Dean said, walking over to the girl.
"I know you're not a reporter or detective." she said, noticing Dean walking towards her.
"Son of a bitch."
"You're here because of the people dying alright, but you're here because it might be paranormal...or supernatural in nature."
"As in a hunter, great." Dean said, slightly surprised by the fact his cover was blown.
"Well, it's what ya get when you learn that your mother performed an exorcism and killed a Wendigo when she was pregnant with you." she shrugged, not paying much attention to the fact she's caught the Winchester red handed.
"Alright, so lemme guess, you, because your mommy was a hinter you're special?" Dean looked at her in disbelief.
"I know it's a time of spirit, it's called Aka Manto." She said matter of factly.
"What?"
"Aka Manto, it's an entity from Japanese lore, he appears to you and offers you two clothes, one red and one blue, if you pick blue he strangles you, pick red and he'll rip you to shreds." she explained.
"Yeah, I'll keep that in mind." Dean deadpanned.
"Call it crazy but my dad keeps a book of all kinds of spirits, if I can get a ride I'll gladly get it for you."
"Fine, just lemme poke around, see if there's not something witchy going on." Dean said, entering the house, flashing a fake dectective badge to various officers.
Dean looked around the scene of the crime, looking at a tape marking of where the body was found and the position it was in, he pulled out the EMF Meter he had made out of a walkman, the device going nuts where the body was, he did brush it off as the home did have working electricity but there was no doubt based on the viciousness of the kill.
"So, ready to take me up on my offer or what?" he asked, hearing the voice of the diner girl.
"Fine, I'll look at it as if me and Sam are after an Aka Manto or whatever it's called."
"Hey, this thing is running around my town, I want in on this." she objected.
"Fine, just get in the car, tell us how to stop this thing and we'll do that and be on our merry way." he smiled.
"Sure."
Back in the motel
Sam was in the room, searching through the pages of his father's journal, out of all the years that John Winchester had been hunting he must've come across a spirit like this, with the same M.O. but apparently not, it was a few minutes of him becoming frustrated by this search that he got a phone call "Talk to me." Sam said, answering his phone.
"Sam, I think we got a...basic idea of what we're after?" Dean said on the other line
"Yeah, what is it."
"Some type of spirit or being from Japanese lore called Aka Manto."
"What?"
"Yeah I know, crazy name, but crazy is the clue, get this, apparently they ask you to choose between a red and blue cloth, pick blue and you die by strangling, pick red and he cuts you to bits."
"Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"That doesn't fit the pattern at all and wouldn't someone have picked blue or would we have heard about a bizarre strangling-like death?"
"Yeah thinking about it we would've, but there's this annoying chick who's very much a know it all because her parents were hunters."
"God those kinds of people suck."
"THANK YOU!"
"Alright well you're stuck on a crap duty and I'll see if there's anything else that could be out there."
"Yeah I don't intend to deal with it for long."
"Alright, well, I can't find anything in dad's journal so I'll see if there's anything one of dad's contacts has."
"Try Bobby, he might know someone who's tracked down something like it."
"Got it, and you take care of this fake hunter person, okay?"
"Already on it."
With that Sam hung up, calling Bobby "Hey Bobby, it's Sam, listen me and Dean have got this case we're working on and we think you might have info on this." Sam said, leaving a voicemail.
Meanwhile
In a bar in the middle of town, a man exited the establishment, he was an African-American male around his mid-30's having spent most of the night drinking away, not sober enough to really drive, but not drunk enough to get pulled over for a DUI. It was like any other night for him until he noticed it had gotten more cold than it usually was, his breath more and more visible until he notied from the reflection of a car, a woman who's visage was ominous, she was the spirit causing the murders of men in the area.
"Can I help you sweetheart?" he asked, checking her out, finding her surgical mask bizarre and out of place.
"Am I pretty?" She asked, staring him into his eyes.
"Well, I can't say you look bad, so yeah."
"What about now?" She asked again, removing her mask and revealing the horror underneath.
"You're...well, I guess not...I mean get a surgery for that maybe but right now? no."
The woman responded by jamming her blade into his throat, cutting through his neck and down his chest, the blood streaming from his body, the man dropped dead as the sidewalk outside the bar was becoming colored with red, the woman proceeded to vanish minutes later.
At the diner
The Impala pulled up to the front of the diner, Laurie exiting from the car first "By the way, sweet car" she said, not sure why Dean was hesitant to remove himself from the vehicle.
Dean simply waited for her to not notice before he sped off in the car, leaving her behind and making his way back to the motel, good god was this chick annoying, then again so were people who bragged about what their parents did as hunters in general and expect everyone to cry because they got killed by something. Hunting is a dangerous occupation by it's nature, actively seeking out monsters and ghosts, death is a natural thing and nothing to have a boo hoo party over, these were the thoughts that ran through Dean's mind before he heard his phone go off.
"What Sam?"
"Listen, I called Bobby and he told me to speak to a contact of his named Rufus Turner"
"And? what's this Rufus guy got?"
"Well, besides several hang ups I finally got him to talk, by the way we gotta make a trip to Vermont at some point with Johnny Walker blue label. it's the only way I was able to bribe him."
"Alright, well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, but did we learn anything?"
"Yeah, he said he encountered a spirit like this several times before, just like the Aka Manto it's all over lore from Japan."
"Lay all the details...on me, Sam, I gotta go real quick, something happened, another murder."
"Seriously? Okay then. when you get back you get back." Sam said hanging up.
Dean pulled the Impala up to the scene where cops were gathered, thankfully it was before medical officials arrive, he observed the body and thought to himself, just what kind of spirit does this to people.
To Be Continued...
A/N: For the record, Laurie is basically my way of poking fun at most OCs used in Omegle roleplays, I seem to notice how whiny the majority of them are.
