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Deadly Harvest
Chapter two
The tone in Sam's voice caused Dean to immediately stop.
"What's up?" He asked his brother, but his question was answered when two large black dogs came from out of the darkness their teeth gleaming in the moonlight. One stepped in front of Sam, the other in front of Dean. "Great…so what do we do now?"
Sam did the only thing he could think of.
"Jason! Jason you in there?" Sam shouted toward the house.
The dog in front of him took a threatening step even closer, foam dripping from its snarling mouth. Seeing the dog move closer to his brother Dean slowly reached under his shirt and removed his gun. He knew if the dog attacked Sam he would be forced to shoot it, family pet or not.
"Sam don't move, and don't say anything. Stay perfectly still."
The light came on in the house and a floodlight illuminated the yard.
"Who's out there?" A man's voice boomed from the house.
Sam was about to answer but Dean slowly shook his head no. He could see the dog in front of his brother had crouched down and looked like it would attack without any provocation. Dean already had his gun out and could protect himself if the dog in front of him attacked, but with every little move Sam made the dog guarding him looked more and more ready to pounce. Dean answered for Sam.
"Police officers…I'm here with Sam Winchester." He used Sam's real name, he knew his brother had registered at college under his real name and that is what the man would know him by. "You need to call your dogs off."
"I don't have any dogs." The voice shouted back.
As soon as the words were out of the man's mouth the dogs turned and ran back into the darkness. Sam looked over at Dean and breathed a sigh of relief.
"That was close." Sam said as he and Dean cautiously continued up to the house. Jason Wallace stood on the front porch glaring at them. At first Sam thought he didn't recognize him so he walked over and stood in front of him.
"Jason it's me, Sam Winchester from Stanford."
"Sam?... What the hell are you doing here?"
"Can we come in for a second?"
"What's this all about?" Jason looked back and forth between the brothers.
"I'm sorry Jason but I've got some bad news."
Jason opened the screen door and allowed them into his house.
"Jason this is Dean….my partner…. I'm a cop now." Sam flashed his badge. Dean stuck out his hand which Jason shook but he didn't take his eyes off of Sam. Sam cleared his throat an obvious sign to Dean that he felt uneasy. "Like I said I got some bad news." Sam swallowed the lump in his throat; he hated having to tell someone that one of their loved ones had died, even someone as unlikable as Jason. "I'm sorry Jason but your brother Eddie has been found dead….. His death is under investigation."
The expression on Jason's face didn't change as he stared at Sam. It was like he was void of emotion.
"It's been a long time Sam."
Dean looked over at Sam who gave him a slight shrug, a look of confusion on his face. Hadn't the man heard him? Dean decided to give it a try.
"Your brother is dead Mr. Wallace."
Jason glanced over at Dean.
"I heard him the first time. The kid was always getting into some kind of trouble, it was only a matter of time before he bought it."
"Don't you want to know how he died?" Dean couldn't believe this man seemed to care so little about his brother.
"If he's dead, he's dead. Don't really matter how." Jason looked back at Sam who shifted uneasily.
"So you're a cop now Sam. … You live around here?"
"In LA." Sam lied. He had a feeling he knew where this conversation was heading.
"How 'bout we get together and talk over old times?"
"Well I really don't have much free time." The last thing Sam wanted to do was rehash old times with the man.
"Ahhh come on Sam, you can't be busy all the time. Hey….I just lost my brother …I need cha man."
Sam glanced at Dean and gave him a ' look what you got me into' look.
A half hour earlier
The man was chased down the dead end, pitch-black alley. He spun in a circle looking frantically for some way out, but couldn't see any. Neither could he see the people that were pursuing him, but he could hear them chanting over and over the same words, words he didn't recognize. All he knew was that he had to get away from them. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to catch his breath. He, like everyone else in the town, had read about the murders. Why the hell did he decide to go out tonight he wondered? But he knew why… he couldn't stay caged up behind closed doors any longer it was driving him nuts. He had to get out of the house for awhile and get a breath of fresh air. But now he would give anything to be sitting in front of his TV watching the news behind locked doors. He looked around, he knew he had to get out of the dark alley and back into the streetlights. He cautiously began to retrace his steps. From the darkness four red eyes watched from a doorway….he would not leave the alley.
Jason's house
"I'm really sorry about your brother Jason, but like I said I don't have much free time." This was one of the reasons Sam didn't want to be the one to notify Jason about his brother's death. He remembered how Jason had latched onto him at Stanford, almost smothering him by constantly hanging around him. Then when Amy had come between them all hell had broken loose. When Amy had died in a tragic accident all animosity between the two of them was put on hold as they mourned the girl they both had cared about. Soon after that Jason had been thrown out of Stanford for fighting and Sam thought, and hoped, he'd never see him again.
"Ahhh come on Sam…. I really need someone to talk to."
Sam thought for a few seconds then reluctantly gave in; maybe Jason could give them some information on his brother.
"Well…I might have a little time tomorrow night, but that's about it."
"Great I'll pick you up."
"No!...No I'll swing by and pick you up. … How's eight?"
"Eight's fine. I'll be…."
The ringing of his phone interrupted him. He picked it up and listened, then turned his back to them when he spoke.
"Okay, I'll meet you there in a few minutes." He hung up and picked up his car keys as he looked over at Sam. "Something came up, I gotta get going. I'll see you tomorrow and we can go over old times."
"What about your brother?" Sam asked.
"What about him?"
"Someone's going to have to identify him and sign for the body when it's released."
"I'll deal with that tomorrow." Jason said as he walked toward the door then held it open for them to leave.
Then without another word he got in his car and drove off. Dean shook his head in disbelief.
"Seemed like he didn't give a damn about his brother….Didn't even ask how he died."
"Like I said he's an odd one, that's why he didn't make it through Standford." Sam said as they headed back to the car.
The alley way
The man didn't have time to react as two huge dogs jumped out of the darkness. One jumped up grabbing him by his throat instantly cutting off his air. The other grabbed him by the leg and pulled him down. The man struggled but it was no use, they were too strong for him. He watched in horror as a group of hooded figures gathered around him. The last thing he saw before he passed out were hands reaching toward him.
TBC