Hi Friends! Here's the next installment! Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 2
The Impala rolled up to Stockville High School. Macie and Dean stepped out of the car and noticed all the forensics and police vans parked outside.
"Ah, high school. Had a lot of good memories from high school." Dean smiled as he buttoned his suit jacket.
"Mhm, I'm sure you did." Macie was bent over looking at the side view mirror fixing her lipstick and her hair.
"Oh, you didn't Mace?" Dead raised his eyebrows and walked over to the other side of the car.
"Home-schooled. Never went." She flipped up her hair before pushing it back and combing it through with her fingers. Dean watched her as she straightened her top and brushed off her pants. "You ready?"
Dean followed the sound of her heels as they headed towards the boys' locker room.
"Special Agents Lee and Anderson." Macie flashed her badge at the personnel standing outside the door to the locker room.
"Yeah, okay. Our point cop's out on the donut. Forensics." The man gestured to himself. "I can show you the layout. And step lightly. We got a whole bunch of NC17 shiznickel right over there."
"Right." Macie furrowed her eyebrows to keep herself from rolling her eyes at his word choice.
Dean walked over to the other side of the lockers and cursed, "Damn it."
Macie heard him and followed. She pointed at the black ooze that was on the wall.
"Wait, is that it?"
"Sure is. Your bona fide leviathan ooze. Same thing that was coming out of Cas."
"Gross."
Macie reached forward to touch it.
"What the hell? Stop." Dean smacked her hand out of the way.
"Don't smack me!"
"Agents, did you say something?" The forensics guy came over to where they were standing.
"Yeah, do you guys have any idea of what could have caused this?" Macie straightened herself before elbowing Dean in the side, causing him to shift uncomfortably next to her.
"Evidence hasn't been fully processed just yet, but in my opinion, some weird ass monster. I'm finding mangled up pieces of flesh here, got to be some sort of mountain lion, coyote or something."
"Are all members of the swim team accounted for here?"
"No, actually, two of them are missing. Apparently, on the school's security tape, they left with one of their parents' car."
"Yeah, we got an ID on the car, going south of the Dakota border, I reckon. Officer Riles." The state trooper stepped under the "Do Not Cross" tape to shake Dean's hand.
"Agent Anderson, and this is my partner Agent Lee."
"This is just a bloodied up scene. Haven't seen something like this happen at this high school, ever. If you agents want to head up to the station, you're welcome to check out the tape."
"Thanks, well keep us updated on anything new you guys have." Dean handed him his card before stepping over a couple tarps in the showers, Macie close behind him.
"So definitely leviathan stuff going on here, huh?" Macie had to adjust her strides to match Dean's, but she kept up pretty well.
"Yeah, I'm just wondering how those fuckers got in 'em and what did they want in the first place." Dean ducked his head as he got into the car, loosening his tie. Macie took off her suit jacket before getting in. She adjusted her pants as she removed the gun that was seated between her blouse and the pants.
After a couple miles of driving, Macie was getting bored in the car. She hated sitting in silence, but she wasn't too sure what to do to change that. She turned on the radio and flipped to the Jazz station.
"Oh hell no. Driver picks the music and jazz is not gonna fly with me." Dean quickly shut off the radio.
"Dude, its better than sitting in silence. It's getting way too stuffy in here." Macie turned the radio back on.
"Then open the damn window." Dean shut it off again.
"Wait, seriously? How old are we?" She turned it back on.
"I thought old enough to follow directions. It's AC/DC or nada, seniorita." Dean slammed the switch and held his hand there.
"Mmm, lo siento, pendejo, pero no esta bien." Macie grabbed his hand and flung it back to the steering wheel.
"Mace, if I remember correctly, the last time you challenged me, it did not go well for you." He glanced at her with an obvious smirk on his face.
"Well, if I remember correctly, you were the one who couldn't accept losing to a girl at pool." She raised her eyebrows and turned to him, showing him her smirk that exposed her left dimple.
"There were two extra solids and you know it! That's the only reason why you were able to finish before me!" Dean lifted his finger and pointed at the dashboard to emphasize his point.
"Um, pretty sure you were just seeing double. You poor guy couldn't catch a break!" Macie threw her head back and laughed as she remembered that night. Their celebratory drink, turned into drinks and a serious of drink games, or challenges, with Dean. Neither of them could handle losing, which lead to more games, and more drinks.
"Well, that night wasn't all bad." A small smile crept on his face as he turned towards Macie. She felt her stomach turn when he did that. She couldn't resist him that night, and he was making it pretty damn hard to resist him again. She cleared her throat and looked down at her phone.
"I'm gonna call Sam." She changed the subject before her mind was able to entertain any more thoughts about what she wanted to do to him.
After a couple rings, he answered and she put him on speaker.
"Well, we are positive for ick. Same kind of stuff that came out of your friend Castiel, and, uh, two of the swim kids were missing – they stole one of their parents' cars."
"So you think these, um, these Leviathan things just jump into people?"
"Like Eve? It makes sense, right? Anyway, uh, state trooper's got surveillance cam on the kids about six hours old, of them gassing up just south of Dakota line, so we're headed back your way. We'll just track them from Bobby's."
"Yeah, sounds good."
Dean grabbed the phone from Macie's hand.
"Hey! What th-"
"Sam, how are you doing?
There was a pause.
"You know, uh, okay."
"Okay. Well, hang in there, all right?"
Dean threw the phone onto the ground.
"Dude, be nice to the phone. I had to get a new one after the demons demolished my other one." Macie leaned forward in her seat to pick up the small device. She looked over at Dean who had such a focused look on his face, looking like he was lost in his thoughts. Macie placed her hand on his right thigh and it almost startled him back to reality.
"Hey, he's going to be okay. He's got you, and Bobby, and that's more than what a lot of people got. I mean, you're the fucking Winchesters, it's gonna be okay." She smiled at him, to try and make him feel better, but he just kept his eyes on the road.
"Yeah."
"And you're going to be okay, too, Dean." He turned and looked at her. He glanced at the hand that was on his lap, and dangerously close to something else. She noticed him staring at her hand, so she pulled it away and put it back on her lap. They spent the rest of the drive, sitting in silence.
A ringing broke the tension in the car and Dean answered his phone.
"Sioux Falls General? Okay. We're heading back now." He hung up and put his phone back in his pocket.
"Bobby?"
"Yeah, he's got a case at the hospital. Look, we're gonna stop by the gas station to change out of these monkey suits." Dean pulled at his collar and started unbuttoning the top buttons.
"Oh thank God. These pants were really starting to ride up."
Dean looked over at Macie's bottom half and then questioningly at her.
"Shut up."
The junkyard looked eerily quiet once they pulled in.
"Stay in the car. I'm gonna get Sam." Dean said as he turned the keys out of the ignition.
"Um, yeah right. I'm coming with you." Macie stepped out of the car and followed Dean up the stairs and inside the house.
"Sam! Sammy!" Dean yelled as he went up the stairs.
"Sam? Sam?" Macie walked through the kitchen and into Bobby's study and didn't see anyone.
Dean came back down the stairs and met Macie's eyes, knowing that she didn't see anyone either.
"Oh, crap."
"Where the hell is he?"
"Shit, if I know." They both stood by the front door thinking about what they're going to do.
"GPS!" Macie yelled and pointed to Dean.
"Yeah!" Dean pulled out his phone and looked at it for a couple seconds. "Let's go!"
They jumped in the car and sped towards the beeping red dot on Dean's phone.
"And then make a left up here. Is that a warehouse?" Macie points at the giant building they were pulling up to.
"This can't be good."
They both stepped out of the car and looked at the black van next to them. It was a van from Bobby's junkyard. Macie pulled out a gun from her boot and cocked it.
"Whoa, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Dean stepped in front of her before she continued to run towards the warehouse.
"Um, do we really know what's in there, Dean?"
"Yeah, my brother. We don't need any guns."
"You might be willing to take that chance, but I won't."
"Mace. Please. Just let me talk to him."
Macie stared up at his green eyes and really debated whether she was going to fight him on this one. She pressed the side lock on her gun and stuffed it in her lower back.
"Fine. But anything shady happens, and I'm getting this out."
"Deal."
They continued inside the warehouse. A shiver went up Macie's spine.
"I fucking hate empty warehouses. Always where the weirdest shit goes down."
"Shut up."
They heard Sam's voice and rushed through the door.
"Sam? Sam!" Dean walked closer to his brother. "Sam, what are you doing?"
Sam's face darted back and forth from the wall, to Dean, to Macie and back to the wall. He pointed his gun to Dean and Macie, shifting back and forth between the two.
"Whoa, Whoa!" Dean held his hands up.
"Dean," Macie hissed with a warning tone.
"I was with you both!"
"Okay, well, here we are." Macie held up her hands as well.
"No, No, I-I don't, I-I can't know that for sure. You understand me?"
"Okay, we're going to have to start small." Dean inched closer to a very shaky, and unstable Sam.
"I-I don't remember driving here." Sam was looking at the wall and then at Macie and narrowed his eyes at her. Macie reached behind her back to get her gun when she felt a hot pain tear through her right arm.
"Whoa, Whoa! Sam! This discussion does not require a weapons discharge!"
"Fuck!" Macie dropped her gun and backed up against the wall. She reached over with her left hand to put pressure and control some of the bleeding.
"Mace, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Sam breathed heavily. He lowered his gun once he realized what he'd done.
"Look at me. Come on. You don't know what's real?" Dean stepped closer to Sam and lowered his arms. "Look man, I've been to Hell. Okay, I know a thing or two about torture. Enough to know that it feels different. Than the pain of this – this regular, stupid, crappy this.
"No, No how do you know that for sure?" Sam looked so confused, his eyes shifting in every direction.
"Give me your hand."
Sam reached towards Dean.
"No, No, the gimp hand. Let me see it."
Sam looked in Macie's direction but when she looked at him, it was as if he was looking through her. His eyes were towards her, but it was as if he was staring at something else. Macie felt her heart break for Sam, she could only imagine what he was experiencing right in that very moment.
"This is real. Not a year ago, not in Hell, now. I was with you when you cut it, I sewed it up! Look!"
Sam gasped in pain and reached up with his gun, but Dean caught it.
"This is different. Right? Then the crap that's tearing at your walnut? I'm different. Right?"
Sam pulled his hand away from Dean, while Dean held onto the gun.
"Yeah, I think so."
Sam looked behind Dean as he pressed deeper into his left palm. Macie could see the blood starting to drip onto the floor from his hand.
"Sam, Sam. Hey! I am your flesh and blood brother. I'm the only one who can legitimately kick your ass in real time. You got away. We got you out, Sammy."
Sam continued to press his thumb into the now, blood-soaked gauze, as his eyes darted back and forth to Dean and something behind him.
"Believe in that! Believe me, okay? You gotta believe me. You gotta make it stone number one and build on it. You understand?"
"Yeah, yeah okay."
Sam looked at Dean and then back at Macie. Macie saw a new sense of peace come over Sam. Maybe Lucifer was gone. A ringing from Macie's pocket interrupted the showdown.
"Dean! Sam! A little help! Back pocket!" Macie leaned to her right side while Sam reached in to grab the phone.
"Hello? Leviathan here?" Sam hung up and looked at Dean and Macie. "Bobby's got a live one."
"Okay, well, let's go!" Macie braced herself with her left arm and tried to stand.
"Whoa, whoa there, Mace. We gotta get you to the hospital or something." Dean took a look at her arm.
"Oh, please. Sam can fix me up at Bobby's. It's the least he can do after shooting me." Macie winked at Sam, and Sam smiled back.
They pulled up to the house and breathed in the ash that clouded the air. Someone set the house on fire.
"Oh fuck no." Macie jumped out of the car and started yelling, "Bobby? Bobby!"
Sam jogged around the house while Dean went inside. Macie walked around the junkyard to see if there was any trace of him.
"Any sign of him?" Sam chucked a burned journal to the floor.
"That place was torched. Somebody knew what they were doing." Dean shook his head.
They heard hard footsteps running towards them. Macie appeared with tear stains and her hair stuck on her face.
"Anything? We have to find him. He has to be alive." Macie gasped through her crying.
"Wait, Mace. It's okay. I'm sure Bobby is fine." Dean took her shoulders, and looked at Sam and back at Macie.
"No, you don't understand. He has to be okay." Macie slowed her breathing to try and get the words out. Dean hugged her and held her close to his chest.
"I'm gonna keep checking around." Sam walked towards the piles of cars.
Dean took his phone from his pocket and dialed.
"You cannot be in that crater back there. I can't... If you're gone, I swear, I am going to strap my Beautiful Mind brother into the car and I'm gonna drive us off the pier. You asked me how I was doing? Well, not good! Now you said you'd be here. Where are you?"
"Dean." Macie hissed as she pointed at the man walking through the cars. Dean grabbed a shotgun that was sitting on one of the workbenches next to them. He shot him in the side of his head, but it didn't do a whole lot of good. The man straightened up and looked at the black ooze in his hand. His mouth became huge as a whole row of teeth encompassed his head.
He looked at Dean and knocked the gun out of his hand. He grabbed him and threw him against a whole stack of cars. Macie heard a sickening crack and his body bounced from the alloy of metal to the hard ground. She reaches into her back pocket to get her gun and shoots 4 shots into his body. Nothing.
"Aww, how sweet. A lady hunter." The man cocked his head to the side to get a good look at her.
Macie hits him across the face with her gun, before he hits her across the face with the back of her hand. She is knocked to the ground, blood coming out of her mouth.
Sam runs up to the man and starts punching him in the face.
"Dean, now!"
Macie looked at Dean and saw that a controller in his hand. She looked up at the hoist that was holding a car suspended in the air. Turning her attention back to Sam, she saw the man swing a metal bar towards Sam's head.
"Sam!" Macie yelled out, but it was too late. Sam had fallen backwards from the blow and was now on the floor.
The car dropped on the man and black ooze began to leak from under the car. Macie pushed herself up and ran to Sam. She placed her hand on his face and yelled his name. He wasn't waking up so she was smacking him and shaking him with her good arm.
"Sam. Sam. Please wake up."
"Mace, is he awake? Sammy. Hey, come on now. Come on, I'm the one with the broken leg, you got to carry me. Sam!" Dean crawled over towards the two on the ground.
"Dean, we have no choice. We have to call 911." Macie looked at Dean with urgency.
Dean took out his phone and dialed. Within 15 minutes the ambulance arrived and placed them inside.
"Ma'am, you're going to have to go inside the other vehicle." The paramedic was trying to push her towards the other ambulance.
"Like hell I am! I'm staying with them, or else you're about to add another patient to the list." Macie pulled back her fist, threatening to punch anyone who gets in her way.
"Fine, get her inside that one." The paramedic pointed to the ambulance that had the Winchesters inside.
As soon as she stepped inside the vehicle and sat down, she almost fell over. She had lost too much blood and was floating in and out of consciousness.
"Yeah, he's seizing. Copy that. We're pulling into Sioux Falls." The paramedic communicated over the radio.
"Sioux Falls? Sioux Falls General? No, no, no. No, you gotta take us somewhere else, anywhere. Please." Dean tried to sit up but they strapped him into the gurney.
"Yeah, okay, buddy." The paramedic patted Dean on the shoulder.
"You bitchass-" Macie grumbled before passing out again.