God's Return.

Fanfiction.

Supernatural

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any recognizable people, places, or events. Pure work of fiction. All rights belong to original owners.


Chapter 2: Leads


"Have you found anything yet?" Dean sighed, opening up a beer and standing at the fridge.

"Ah, yeah, you could say that. Nine missing person's in the last 24 hours."

"Just here?"

"Just here. I can't find anything about the publisher though. No website, phone number, nothing. I did find this though," he turned the computer towards Dean.

The website wasn't much to look at but the image sitting on the left side caught Dean's attention. "Supernatural. God's Return?" He laughed and shook his head. "God's return? This is bullshit and you know that. Come on, Sam. Chuck didn't even write this."

Sam shrugged. He knew it wasn't Chuck's regular name but instead just C. Hedlund. It was similar to Chuck's penname but it wasn't the same. "I don't know, Dean, but we both read part of it...and we both know it was the same. We need to find out where to get a copy. This says that the publisher isn't going to be making any new copies for another year. We need to find a copy or find this C. Hedlund if it isn't Chuck."

"It's probably that...yaknow...you slash—I can't even think about it. It's too disgusting."

"I don't think it is-"

"Sam," Dean glared. "It said I was going to hit on a guy."

"Dean, who knows why you would. You love to flirt. I really wouldn't be surprised if you did flirt with a guy. Maybe it's a lead. I mean, it has to be. Right?"

Dean shook his head, rolled his eyes, and chugged his remaining beer. "I'm going out."

"Great then you can meet the bartender-" Sam folded his arms as Dean glared at him. "It's in the book."

"I know it's in the damn book," Dean growled. "I'm not doing it. We'll find another way. The book's just a blueprint, right? We don't have to follow it word for freaking word."

"Remember how we tried that before and it didn't work?"

Dean glared at him again before opening the door. "Then come on. Let's get going." Sam got up and walked towards him at the door but Dean extended his arm, blocking him from leaving the room. "One condition, don't let me go home with a guy."

"Yeah, we'll see about that."


The bar wasn't but half full when they got there. Dean glanced around, happy to see that there was no male bartender on scene. He smiled as he sat down at a booth with his brother. "It's a good night."

"Just because he's not here doesn't mean anything," Sam reminded him as a waitress came up to them.

She flipped her short, shoulder length, brown hair back as she stepped up to the table. "What can I get ya boys?"

"Bacon cheeseburger and whatever you have on tap." Dean beamed as Sam rolled his eyes at him.

"Just a Caesar salad."

"All right, be up in a few minutes." She smiled at them and walked away, instantly going to the bar.

Sam shook his head as he looked at the bar. A tall, black haired bartender relieved the female behind the bar. Sam moved his head and started to chuckle. "What?" Dean asked, eying his brother with his eyebrows raised. "Sam, what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, nothing at all."

Dean's eyed him suspiciously. "You're lying. What is it?" He turned his head to the bar then quickly turned back, putting his head in his hand. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Dean, you might as well get it over with. The sooner you do then the sooner we can find the full copy of the book."

"I get that," he huffed as the waitress put their order on the table. Dean quickly gulped his beer. "I just don't want to do it."

"It probably won't be as bad as you think. You don't have to sleep with him. Just need to get his attention. He's important for some reason so you might as well find out. He might know what happened at the publisher and we need to know who caused it. For all we know, it could have been on purpose to derail us. We need to know, Dean."

Dean glared at him and sluggishly stood up. Sam leaned on the table trying to hide his grin as his brother slowly walked up to the bar. "Can I get a whiskey?" he asked, sitting down at the bar, regretting his decision instantly. The bartender nodded and poured him a glass before returning his attention to the female waitress. Dean sat at the bar, thinking of the day that he had and wondered why he even agreed to try to find who caused the mess at the publisher. He took a swig of his whiskey and looked at the bartender. He huffed to himself and chugged his remaining whiskey. "What type do you get off?" he asked the attractive male behind the bar, instantly hating himself.

The bartender raised an eyebrow and walked towards Dean, throwing a towel over his shoulder. "Look, dude, I appreciate it. I'm guessing Alyssa said that I swing that way but I don't. She's just being a poor sport." He pulled out the whiskey bottle and filled Dean's glass.

Dean shook his head and smiled, relieved. "Thank, God."

"What's that?"

"Oh, nothing, I just," he leaned forward. "My brother thinks you're cute and he's too ashamed to get your number."

"Oh," the bartender laughed. "Well you can tell him that's nice but the only one that swings that way is Seth but he's been gone for a few days."

"Where is he?"

"That's a great question. About half the town just up and left. There's a publisher not even a mile away that belongs to Seth. I went down there yesterday looking for him but the place was trashed."

Dean nodded as he looked up the blackboard behind the bar. "Your name is Kellin? That's an unusual name."

"Yeah..." Kellin stepped back and filled another order. "What are you and your brother doing a town like this?"

"Just passing through. We heard that there was a new Supernatural book out. Heard of it?"

Kellin let out a small laugh. "You bet I do. Seth has a ton of those books stored at my house. He ran out of room at his place and needed to store them."

"Oh, really? Think I could score one?"

"One condition." Dean took a drink from his whiskey as he looked up at Kellin. "I really could use a hand finding Seth. They belong to him. If you can find him then you can have them."

"Sounds fair."

"Good. The last I saw him was Monday night. He was going on and on about how they had to meet at the summit. Carr Mountain is just behind the publisher. Turns out a lot of our town has gone missing and were saying the same thing about the summit. I've gone up there but I haven't found them. Not a trace. There's no one we can talk to. The police are all missing. People are starting to get really scared."

"Have a picture of him?" Kellin nodded and pulled out a flyer from under the bar and handed it to him. Dean inspected it before nodding and standing up, finishing his drink. "We'll find him."

"I hope so." Kellin turned away as Dean walked back to Sam.

"How was it?" Sam asked when Dean sat down, handed him the paper, then took a bite out of his burger. "Seth Riggins. This is a missing person's ad."

"We find him and we get a copy of Supernatural. Apparently a lot of townsfolk have gone missing. Before they go missing, however, they mumble about meeting at the summit."

"Of the mountain?"

"Think so."

"Okay, so we find him and the missing people at the mountain. Sounds pretty straight forward." Sam nodded, folding up the flyer and shoving it into his pocket. "So, when's your date?"

Dean pointed his finger at him as he swallowed. "You have one when we find Seth who, by the way, owns the publishing company."

Sam's expression dropped as he gazed at his smiling brother. "What did you do?"

"Nothing." Dean moved back as the waitress walked by. "Check please."

"Don't worry about it. Kellin already got it for you boys."

Dean nodded and waved to the bar. "He already got it for us. Let's go."


Author's Note: I'm going to attempt to update this as much as possible but it will be at least one AFTER the new episodes are shown so I can put those details in, if needed. Thank you guys for subscribing, favoriting, and reviewing.

-hrv