Disclaimer: Ugh! I am so tired of writing this every single time, but seeing as how I really don't want to get sued by Lord Kripke or the CW here I go again. I don't own anyone except Andie. But sometimes I wonder if Kripke isn't just tiptoeing around in my head at night.
Author's Note: I just wanted to thank you guys so much for sticking with me. Things have been incredibly crazy on my end and I ended up with a raging case of writer's block. I couldn't figure out how I wanted this chapter to go. I even thought about deleting the whole damn thing and just starting over. But as always, Dean and Sam prevailed. As I was laying in bed sleeping tonight, (9/26/2010) the boys woke me up and were screaming in my head for me to finish so that I could move on to the next chapter. So, I begrudgingly obliged. It is now 3:50am and I am exhausted. I'm still not 100% percent happy with it and if ya'll guys hate it, I am soooooo sorry. But if you like it, let me know. If you hate it, let me know. I promise from now on, it will be better and that I will post sooner than I did with this chapter. Hang in there kids, the fun has just begun. xoxo
Comin' Home
Chapter Two
Dean was sitting in the motel room waiting for Sam to get back from the library when his phone rang. Looking at the screen, he saw that it was Bobby calling. "Hey Bobby. How's it going?"
"It's going. Find out anything new on that family?"
"Not yet. Sam's at the library right now. What about on your end? Anything useful?"
"Just that the doc went crazy and hack up his wife's dead body before he buried her. Never said why."
Dean rubbed his face in frustration. They had tried talking to a few of the locals but they were pretty hesitant to talk. Seems that this family was made up of a bunch of loonies and rumor had it that whoever spoke their name would wind up dead. "Damn townies." Dean thought to himself. He stood up and started to pace the room. "Yeah, well, when Sam gets back, we're gonna suit up and go talk to the sheriff. See if we can get some answers from him."
Bobby was quiet for a minute. He saw Andie and Cas walking back to the house from the window. He knew that the angel was trying to get her to remember anything she could from heaven. He was convinced that there had to be another reason for her being back. As they approached, Bobby quickly went into his office and shut the door. He didn't need them overhearing his conversation with Dean.
"How's Sam doing Dean?"
Dean took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He felt a little guilty going behind his brother's back, but who the hell else could he talk to? "I don't know, Bobby. He says he okay. But for starters, he looks like the walking dead half the time. He zones out a lot when I'm talking to him. His eyes just kind get glassy and he stares off into space. He's hardly sleeping and when he does, all he does is thrash around." Dean shook his head as he remembered Sam's previous night's episode. "If I didn't know any better, I would think he was having demon d.t.'s again."
"Has he talked about what the hell he's been doing the last year at all?"
"Not yet. But I'm trying not to push him. I'm really starting to worry about him. I mean, I've seen him in bad shape before, but nothing like this man."
"Well, all I can say is to give him some time. He obviously has his reasons. You know Sam; he's probably just trying to protect you in his own way." Bobby finished.
Dean nodded his head. He knew Bobby was probably right, but it didn't make it any easier to watch. He turned his head towards the door when he heard the lock turn. Sam was walking in with a huge stack of files in his arms. Dean quickly changed the subject. "So, umm…how's Andie doing?"
Bobby took the hint. Walking back out of the office he waved at Andie who was sitting on the couch with Castiel. Her eyes lit up when she saw that he was on the phone. She knew her dad would be calling Dean at some point today. Andie stood and walked toward her father expecting him to hand her the phone.
"She's doing okay. You want to talk to her? She's right here."
Dean thought for a second. He missed her, but he knew that Sam was waiting on him to go over the files before they left for the sheriff's department. He finally answered reluctantly, knowing she was going to be pissed. "No dirty talk for me tonight." He smirked to himself. "I wish I could but Sam's glaring at me, so I better go. Tell her I'll call her later tonight when we get back."
"Will do Dean."
"Oh, and hey Bobby?"
"Yeah?"
"Tell her I love her for me okay?"
Bobby rolled his eyes. "I don't think so Romeo. I don't do sappy boy. You can tell her yourself later." His daughter started laughing and kissed her dad on the cheek. He huffed at her and hung up the phone. Andie just shook her head. She turned and started walking back to the couch.
"You crotchety old fart." She teased.
Bobby chuckled and headed for the kitchen, leaving Cas to do his work with his daughter. He opened up the fridge and grabbed a beer. When he turned around, he was nose to nose with the angel. "Dammit Cas! I'm gonna put a damn bell on you one of these days."
"I apologize for scaring you Bobby. But we need to talk." He looked into the living room where Andie was asleep on the couch. He had put her to sleep so that he could talk to her father in private. On their walk earlier, he had found out some disturbing information. Something that could potentially spell disaster for everyone in the group. More importantly, for Sam and Dean. Cas crossed the kitchen and walked into the den. Bobby rolled his eyes and followed him in.
"What is it?"
"I was talking with Andrea today as you know, and she remembered the angel that sent her back here." Cas started.
Bobby looked at him. His eyebrows lifted on his face as he waited. "Well, you gonna tell me or am I just supposed to guess?"
"It was Joshua." Cas replied. Joshua was the keeper of the garden in heaven and was the only angel in heaven that could talk directly to Father. Just the fact that he was directly involved in all of this meant this was big. Bigger than Castiel could have ever imagined. But what troubled him more is what he had whispered to Andie before he had sent her back.
"Joshua? You mean…" Bobby stuttered.
"Yes, that Joshua. Unfortunately it doesn't end there." Castiel actually dreaded what he was about to tell the older man. He had already been through hell with what had happened in the weeks prior. Cas began to tell Bobby what he had learned. "It appears that someone has gone rogue and is walking around down here. Joshua told Andie that the battle was far from over and to take care to watch where her allegiance lies. That she would be a sort of catalyst in all of this."
Bobby ran his hand over his beard. He sat down and tried to take all of this information in. "Why couldn't the hosts of Heaven and Hell just leave them all alone?" he thought to himself. He looked at Castiel, his eyes pleading. "Can't they just pick someone else? Is she a vessel now? Which angel went rogue?"
Cas approached Bobby and put his hand on his shoulder. "All very important questions, which I fully intend to find the answers to. For right now, I think it's best however not to say anything to Dean or Sam. Andie doesn't remember the talk because I blocked it from her memory for now. I am going to go try to talk to Joshua and see if I can get the answers that you seek." Cas turned to leave. "I shall return as soon as I know anything new." With a flutter of wings, he was gone, leaving Bobby looking defeated.
"What else can they throw at us?" he asked the empty room. Bobby looked over at Andie's sleeping form. "A catalyst. What the hell was that supposed to mean?" he thought to himself. As if his poor daughter hadn't been through enough, now she was a damn catalyst. Bobby picked up an empty bottle and smashed it against the wall. "Castiel, you'd better hurry the hell up." He added, looking upwards towards the ceiling.
"Agents Page and Tyler here to see Sheriff Thompson." Dean and Sam flashed their phony F.B.I. badges at the rookie cop operating the front desk. "Jesus, these kids look younger and younger." Dean thought to himself. The cop looked at the badges, and once satisfied, he turned and walk to the only door behind him. Knocking on the door, the young officer winced as the loud, booming voice yelled from behind the door. He looked at Sam and Dean, shrugging and opened the door to let the sheriff know they were there.
"What the hell are you talking about Walkowski?" Sheriff Thompson sounded highly annoyed. "What would the F.B.I. be doing here?"
"I don't know sir. They just asked to speak to you."
"Shit…Well, don't just stand there looking like the dumb ape you are. Send em' in."
Sam and Dean rose when the younger man approached. They looked at each other knowing that this was going to be slow going. Following Walkowski into the sheriff's office, Sheriff Thompson shook their hands and indicated the two chairs opposite his desk. Taking his own seat, Thompson looked back and forth between the two brothers.
"So, forgive my abruptness gentlemen, but what are you doing here?"
Sam looked at Dean and cleared his throat. "Well, we understand that a young man was recently found buried under a house that had burned down."
Sheriff Thompson looked down and nodded his head. "Yep. Tyler Ford. He was a good kid. Best friends with my boy, Jack. We've known him and his family since the boys were in kindergarten. Damn tragedy really. But I'm not sure what this would have to do with you guys."
Dean leaned forward and looked the older man in the eyes. "Well, considering this would make about the fifteenth person to die on that property in the last 20 years, let's just say it caught our attention." "Now, what can you tell us about the Blood family?" Dean never had the ability to be subtle about anything. "What's with all of the secrecy in this town?"
Sheriff Thompson waved the last question off. "Bunch of superstitious morons. There's really nothing to tell about the Blood's. Doc Blood hacked his wife up, killed himself back in the 1800's. Since then everything bad that happens in this town gets blamed on him. Or rather the curse of that family. I don't believe a word of it to tell you the truth. But again, what does that have to do with Tyler's death?"
This time it was Sam who answered. "Just trying to cover all the bases sheriff. Now, did Tyler have any enemies, you know, someone who would have had a grudge against him? Had he been acting strange or anything leading up to when he went missing?"
The sheriff shook his head. "No. Like I said, he was a good kid. Never knew him to even so much as back talk anyone. " Thompson continued, "I told those kids to not go on that property for as long as I can remember. And the one time they don't listen to me, this happens. Matt blames himself. They were out there on prom night and he said that one of the girls they were with brought up the so called legend. Tyler had laughed at it so my boy dared him to go check out the house. That was the last time anyone saw him alive." "We had the local fire chief investigate the fire. Even had a couple of suspects in mind. Nothing panned out and the arson investigators couldn't explain how it started. Damn thing just doesn't make any sense."
"And what about the other deaths? Anything unusual about those?" Dean prodded.
Thompson shrugged his broad shoulders. "Not really. There were a couple of car accidents and suicides. They rest were just run of the mill stuff."
Dean looked at Sam. He nodded his head slightly, indicating that it was time to go. Sam rose and shook the older man's hand. Dean followed suit.
"Well, thank you for your time sheriff." Sam said. "I think we have everything we need. If we have any more questions, we'll give you a call."
"No problem fellas." Sheriff Thompson replied. "I hope this helped you out, but like I said, I really don't think it's worth the F.B.I.'s time to bother with this. We may be a small town, but our boys here will get to the bottom of it I'm sure."
Sam gave a slight smile and he and Dean headed out of the office. Waving a final time to Walkowski they walked toward the main door and out onto the street. Stopping on the sidewalk, Dean looked at his brother and pulled his keys out of his pocket.
"Once again, the boys in blue don't know jack shit. Now there's a shocker."
Sam nodded. "So now what?"
"Well, I say we head back to the room, rest up and hit the cemetery tonight. See what pops up."
"Sounds good to me. I could use a nap." Sam stifled a yawn and climbed into the Impala. He was exhausted again, thanks to yet another sleepless night. He prayed that the nightmares would take the night off. Just once, he wanted to dream a normal dream. Hell, he would have settled for a Rated Dean dream with strippers or hookers. He looked at his brother as he started the car. He noticed that Dean's jaw was clenched tight. "Hey, you okay?"
"What? Oh, yeah, just running some stuff over in my mind." He replied absentmindedly. Dean threw the car into drive and pulled away from the curb. Heading in the direction of the motel he started thinking about Andie. He missed her so much and he knew that this case was probably not as big of a deal as he had let on. Dean wished he were at Bobby's right now, but he had to get to the bottom of why his brother was back. He knew that the only way he was going to get any answers was to have Sam alone. He knew that Sam would eventually open up to him, but he wouldn't do it with everyone else around. Part of him dreaded what he would learn. He looked over at his brother who was staring out the side window. Dean suddenly got a very sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Yep," he thought to himself, "This has big bag of suck written all over it."
