"Oh my Gosh, Sam. This is so crazy." Amelia said watching the news.
"What?" Sam said exiting the kitchen and sitting beside her.
"Remember the other with that teenager who was found in a motel, in Wyoming, murdered with the D carved on her chest and they couldn't find the killer?"
"Yeah?"
"They found 6 more people dead in Tulsa. One was found in a bathroom of a diner and the other 5 were found in their motel rooms."
"Wow, how were they found?"
"It's weird actually. They were found like they were placed there. The one who died in the bathroom was placed on the toilet. There was a hooker and a older man were in bed still…doing it, then there was a young woman and her toddler son in the one bed "sleeping"." Amelia was wide eyed.
"What are they calling this mystery man?"
"They don't know who the man is yet, so they are just calling him by his trademark. 'D'."
"Unique."
"I wonder what the D stands for? What if it's a name? Daniel, Danny, Dakota, Dylan, Don, or Dean."
Sam's eyes grew wide. He hoped to God Dean was ok. "I gotta call my brother."
Amelia looked at Sam. "Tell him I said hi." She smiled.
"You've never met him."
"You should invite him to dinner one day."
"We'll talk about this later." Sam smiled and walked into his and Amelia's bedroom and closed the door and dialed Dean's number.
It ran three times before Dean's cocky voice sounded. "Hiya, Sammy. Couldn't stand not talking to your big brother?"
"Where are you?"
"Fort Worth, Texas. Why?"
"Have you heard about the killings?"
"Yeah, all 7 of them. Why?"
"Do you think it's case?"
"Why would you care? You wanna be normal."
"No, Dean, it's just that I was watching the news and they say that in the videos and locks on the doors say that the killer was let in."
"Sam, I have already looked into it. It was a human. No sulfur, no claws, or fangs or anything. I looked at the bodies. Killed with either a regular pistol or a knife."
"What are you doing in Fort Worth?"
"Just driving around the country fighting creatures."
"Why don't you go to the bunker. Find Cas."
"Castiel doesn't want to be found and I…I just…can't go back to the bunker."
"But, Dean, you could have a home."
"And be normal, Sam I know. The bunker is not fit for just one person."
"Then find a girl."
"What? Like you did. I told you when we did that job with Benny. Both feet in or both feet out and you lead me on until you were out again. You lied to me."
"I'm sorry, Dean." Sam heard a high pitch muffled scream then the sound of a silenced gun shot. "Dean, what's going on?"
"Oh, nothing. I gotta go, Sam." Dean hung up.
"Dean? Dean?" Sam looked at the phone. "Dammit!"
When Sam walked out of the room Amelia was staring at him. "What's wrong, babe?"
"I gotta find my brother." Sam found his old duffel form the coat closest and walked back into the bedroom.
"Wait, what? Find your brother? You don't know where he is?"
"Amelia, there's a lot about my family that haven't told you about. One of them is about my brother."
"Then why do you have to find him."
"Well, I really have to find an old friend first."
"Sam!" Amelia raised her voice and Sam froze in his tracks. "I'm fine with you finding this friend and your brother, but you can't keep things from me. Why the hell do you have to find your brother?"
"It's just a sinking feeling in gut that something bad is gonna happen."
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One Week Later…
"D has struck again, hitting 4 states in less than a week. Shooting multiple people but slaughter one person at each state. Lori Sorenson in Ankeny, Iowa, Sarah Blake in New Palts, New York, Andy Gallagher in Guthrie, Oklahoma, and Susan Thompson in Peoria, Illinois." Sam listened on the radio.
Sam dialed Dean's number. "Hey, Sammy. I can't talk right now."
"Dean, stop! Stop the killings." Sam heard Dean laugh.
"Sam, I want you to talk to two old friends." Dean laughed some more.
"Dean, stop." Sam heard rustling of fabric.
"Alright, bitches, say hello to Sam. Tell him your name and what you do for a living."
"I'm Harry Spengler and I'm Ed Zeddmore. We are the Ghostfacers."
"Dean, don't do it." Sam heard the two ghostfacers scream.
"It's too late, Sam."
"Dean, where are you? Just stay where you are, I'm coming to you."
"Um, Bakerfield, California."
"Stay there."
"Goodbye, Sammy." Dean hung up.
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Dean smiled as he closed the phone and looked down at the corpse of Harry and Ed. "I'm sorry, Sam. I can't really give you the real location I am at, that not enough fun." Dean talked to himself. He got in his Impala and exited Appleton, Wisconsin.
Dean drove until his baby needed gas. This time he wasn't so patient. He walked in there with his Winchester charm and paid for gas and filled her up. He looked around the station. It was 2 in the morning, nobody was there. He walked back inside the store and over to the counter.
"How may I help you?" The clerk said with a half-smile.
"I don't know how you could help me, but I do know how I could help you." Dean smiled leaning over the counter.
"And how is that? She sounded unamused.
Dean smirked. He moved his shirt to reveal his knife. "How about walking into the girls bathroom and I will follow you. Turned off the cameras, now. Don't you dare think about calling the police." Dean kept the smile.
She nodded and turned off the camera and walked into the bathroom. The woman was crying when Dean entered. "Stop crying."
"What do you want from me?"
"Tell me about yourself. What's your name?"
"Samantha. I'm 30 and I work in a gas station part time as I am in college for my PHD." She cried.
"Well, Samantha, are you married?"
"No."
"Got in kids?"
"No."
"Got any family?"
She nodded.
"Do they live here?"
She nodded again. Dean smiled and gently rubbed her face.
"Let me tell you something. You are a very attractive gas station employee. My name is Dean by the way."
"Oh God, I've heard of you. You're all over the news. Please, don't kill me. Please! Take whatever you want, I won't tell a soul, but please don't kill me." She begged.
Dean kicked her in the face and then stabbed her through the skull. "Whiny bitch." Dean snorted. Dean stripped the woman of everything but her underwear and carved a 'D' into her chest like he had done with all the others. This time Dean dragged her to the counter and sat her in a chair and walked out.
