Summary: Sunny and the guys find a job in Denver, Colorado. People are going missing and their families are having problems with their memory. Will they figure out what's causing it?
Chapter 2/ Part 1
"Twisted Fury"
Sunny was the first to wake up the next morning. As the others slept, she tiptoed into the kitchen and grabbed the morning paper from outside. "Might as well get to work." she said to herself and stepped back inside. With everyone still asleep, the house seemed empty and silent, except for the occasional snorts and snores. Feeling bored and restless, she decided to make breakfast.
She pulled the fridge door open and peered inside, scanning its contents. Half-gallon of blue-cap milk, a dozen eggs, orange juice and way more condiments than any one person could possibly need. She grabbed the eggs and opened the freezer. "Yes!" she whispered happily. A fresh package of bacon practically sang to her and she grabbed them without haste. She brewed a pot of coffee and fired up the stove top, putting the eggs and bacon in separate pans.
As she waited for them to cook, she sat at the table and looked through the paper. After scanning through a couple of articles, she finally found something worth looking into. The headline read, Local Men Disappearing, Families Dumfounded. She smelled her eggs begin to burn so she quickly flipped them before reading the article. "Hmmm." she pondered.
The smell of coffee and bacon roused the men out of their unconsciousness. Sunny giggled as they stumbled into the kitchen like zombies. Their eyes widened as they saw the breakfast buffet awaiting them. "You made us breakfast?" Sam croaked, sleep still lingering in his throat. He rubbed his eye and sat at the table where a hefty plate of eggs, bacon and toast with a cup of coffee welcomed him. Dean watched her as she flipped the last batch of bacon and eggs. A drop of grease popped in the pan and splashed on her wrist. "Ow!" she hissed. He smiled as she sucked on the burn and poked the bacon.
"You know, we could've went to a diner, you didn't have to-" he started but Sunny plopped the newspaper in the center of the table. "I found some odd activities in the paper that might need checking out." she informed. "Wow, it's not even nine yet and you've already found us some work." Sam chuckled. "Yeah, if you keep this up there won't be nothin' for us to do." Dean said before sipping his coffee. Sunny turned the stove off and fixed the last plate for Bobby, who came running in just in time.
"Ooh, I knew I smelled bacon. You're an angel, darlin'!" Bobby smiled and took his place at the table. She set his plate down in front of him, then sat down next to him. "It's the least I can do for lettn' me stay over." she chewed her bacon. "So, why'd you cook for us?" Dean asked, eyeing her. "Cause I'm a nice person and want to save you some money and indigestion." she raised her shoulders bubbly. He chuckled in response. "I don't think I've ever had a breakfast this good in my life!" Sam said, dreamily. "So, about that job you found. What's the story?" Dean asked. "Well, there seems to be a lot of men disappearing in Denver, Colorado. Police say the victim's family members don't remember them ever existing. If it weren't for their friends, they never would've been reported missing. There could be dozens more that the police don't even know about." she explained.
"Damn, that definitely sounds like the work of the supernatural to me." Bobby nodded. "Denver, eh?" Dean raised his eyebrows and sipped his coffee. "Guess we better finish up and get going." After breakfast, they said goodbye to Bobby, packed whatever things they brought in the night before and drove off. Because Sam appreciated the breakfast Sunny cooked for him so much, he let her sit up front and she didn't argue. As Dean drove, she watched intently as he switched gears. "What are you lookin' at?" he asked, squinting at her in confusion. She immediately looked away. "Nothing." she said quickly and turned on the radio. Dean shot her a look at first but then retreated. "If she puts any ridiculous pop station on, I'll say something. Give her a chance." he thought. She searched through the static for something decent to listen to. Something she can sing along to. Finally, she found a clear station that played classic rock and "Highway To Hell" by AC/DC was playing. "Aw, I freaken love this song." she said and sang with the radio. She leaned back in her seat with her foot up on the dashboard near the side mirror, her other leg crossed over it.
Sam joined it and together they head banged in Dean's direction, beckoning him to join. He laughed and shook his head in defiance. "No." he mouthed, since the music was too loud to speak over. She tugged his short sleeve, insisting he join and he finally gave in and began singing along. They laughed and tried to mimic the high-pitched screech of the lead singer. Dean watched as she threw her hair over her head as she head banged and realized just how amazingly beautiful she was. Not just "Hot" or "Sexy" but..."Beautiful" he thought.
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"I've already gone over this with the police." A woman named Kate sighed wearily. Upon entering Denver, the trio got the addresses of some of the victims and their families. Out of seven, this was their fourth questioning and so far they had gotten nowhere. Every family said the same thing and the hunters had nothing to go on. "We understand, ma'am, but since we're F.B.I we're going to have to ask you some questions to determine if this is a kidnapping case." Sam insisted, posing as Agent Spencer of the F.B.I. Dean posed as Agent Williams and Sunny as Agent Frost. Each of them carrying fake badges and wearing work suits.
Sunny wore a light gray woman's work skirt that hugged her hips and fell loose at the bottom, cut at the knees. A tight, white button up underneath and matching gray blazer. Seeing her in the outfit drove Dean crazy. "Fine." Kate muttered, and let them inside her home. She led them into her huge living room and they all took a seat on her beige leather couch. The room was gorgeous, complete with a fireplace where glass knick-knacks of different types of animals lined the top. Pictures of family surrounded them on walls and side tables, made of mohogany wood. Sunny squinted at one picture. She picked it up and handed it to Kate. "isn't he the one who's missing?" she asked. Kate sighed. "Yes...I mean, I guess so...but I don't know him!" she insisted. Sam and Dean glanced at each other.
"You don't remember him being next to you when the picture was taken?" Sunny pressed. Kate shook her head. "I remember that day perfectly. Just not him ever being there...or being in this family at all. I don't know him! He's not my son!" she insisted, her voice shaky and scared. She seemed so sure, so convinced. Her hand shook as she swiped a strand of gray hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. She took her glasses off and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Well, it's obvious you wouldn't know if he had any enemies." Dean muttered.
Every family member said the same damn thing. Not one freaken lead! Every picture they had seen had the missing person it but no one remembers a thing about their existence. It was freaky and extremely frustrating. "All I can tell you is I'm sick of being told I have a son. I would remember being pregnant, giving birth, raising him! I don't know what kind of trick this is but I've had enough!" she cried. "I'm real sorry, ma'am." Sam whispered. "For what?" her voice cracked. "Nothing has happened to me!" They gave her a concerned look and she showed them out, slamming the door behind them.
Once in the Impala, Sunny sighed deeply. "Not one goddamn lead!" "On to the next family." Sam rolled his eyes. "Although I don't think it'll make a difference." "C'mon, guys, there's got to be someone who knows-" suddenly Sunny had an idea. She smacked the side of her head and yelled "Fuckn' duh!" "What the hell?" Dean chuckled in confusion, also amused at the sight of her hitting herself. "Why the hell are we asking family? They don't know shit, remember? It's the friends who reported the people missing, right?" she recalled. "Hey, yeah!" Sam smacked himself in the head too. "Freaken duh!" he chuckled. Dean just shook his. "Don't expect me to smack myself like you retards." he said. At that, Sunny took the liberty of smacking it for him. "Hey! Watch the hair!" he teased.
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They proceeded to the next family to get an address of the missing member's friend and quickly drove to his house. It was a simple, small house connected to a garage. They could tell it used to be brightly colored but had faded through the years to a dull, barely recognizable color. They knocked on the door and a man answered. He looked barely twenty-five with dark, curly hair and big brown eyes. "Can I help you?" he asked, warily. "Uh, yes." Sam said as they all raised their fake badges. "We're agents Spencer, Williams and Frost and we understand you reported a missing persons report on Toby Hix." "Yeah, I did...did you find him?" the man asked. "No, we're actually here to ask you a few questions." Sunny replied. The man nodded and welcomed them inside. They followed him into the kitchen where he offered them a drink. "No, thanks." Sunny smiled and he blushed.
"So what do you need to know?" John asked. "Well-" Sam began. "Oh, John." the man informed. "John, we need to know if your friend, Toby, had any enemies or if he had gotten in trouble before he disappeared?" Sam asked, taking out a notepad and pen. "Did you talk to his family? Any of the families? Nobody remembers a thing about their missing sons. Like...they never existed." John shook his head in disbelief. "It's all over the news. There's talk of a possible pandemic in the town." "I don't know about that, John." Dean said. "But something weird is definitely going on and we just need to ask a few more questions to determine whether or not this is a kidnapping case." he stole Sam's line. John shrugged. "Toby got along with everybody." he said before pausing.
"In fact, he recently met this girl, Madison. Real strange girl, if you ask me." John sat down at the table. "How so?" Sunny asked, sitting next to him. He blushed again, it was clear he had developed a crush on her and Dean found himself getting a tiny bit jealous. John wasn't a bad looking guy. "Well, she's obsessed with witchcraft. She wears black clothes and make-up all the time. She wears a pentagram necklace and has weird tattooes." he explained. "Like writing in a different language or symbols." he added. "Can you draw them for me?" Sam asked, sliding the notepad and pen towards him. "Uh, I'll try. I never got a good look at them." he scribbled onto the notepad and handed it back to Sam.
"Would they have anything to do with the disappearances?" John asked. She smiled at him. "That's what we're going to find out, hon." Dean stepped between them. "Anything else?" he asked, clearly frustrated. "Well, she hangs out with this, I don't know, cult I guess you can call them. They're all into that black arts stuff." he said, looking up at Dean, almost scared. "Can you tell us where we could find them?" Sam asked. "They hang out in the woods, near the lake. Toby brought me there once and asked me to join them. I'm not into that stuff, I was born and raised Catholic, so I said no." John wrote out the directions and they thanked him for co-operating. "If anything else comes up, or if anything else comes to mind, here's our numbers where you can reach us." Sunny handed him a business card with their cell-numbers printed on it.
"O-okay." John chuckled, blushing and they got in the car and drove away. "If this cult is the real deal, we could be dealing with actual witches." Sunny sighed wearily, the stress of the day was catching up to her, and it wasn't even over yet. The last thing she wanted to do was deal with witches. "I fuckin' hate witches." she and Dean said in unison, almost harmonizing. They looked at each other and chuckled. It fell silent for a few minutes until Dean finally got the nerve to confront her about John. "So, what was up with that John guy?" he asked her. "What about him? He was a nice guy." she laughed, knowing exactly what he was getting at. "I don't know, kinda seemed like you had something going on between ya." he pressed. She snorted. "Gettn' a little jealous, Winchester?" she teased. He squinted an eye at her and scoffed. "No!" he lied.
Sam laughed and cocked his head to the side to see his brother's blushing face. "I think he is!" he exclaimed. "No, I'm not!" he argued. "I just don't think it's very professional flirting with the people we question, that's all!" Sunny couldn't help but laugh. "Who said anything about flirting? I can't help if I'm nice to people and I certainly can't help if guys like me." she hinted, glaring at Dean. "At least he didn't hit on me the second he saw me." she shot. "Yeah, yeah. Don't worry, that won't ever happen again!" he assured her. She smiled at him. "Good, 'cause I wasn't lookn' forward to snapping your arm in half." He smiled back at her. "Didn't we already have this conversation?"
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They parked in front of the trail leading into the woods and exited the vehicle. They each equipped themselves with a small weapon for safety and followed the path until they reached a clearing. They immediately spotted the group of black-clothed people circling a small bonfire. They didn't seem to notice the hunters in disguise until Sam stepped on a twig. They lifted their heads simultaneously and glared at the trio. "You just interrupted our ritual chant." A scary-looking man snapped. He had long, black hair that fell over his skinny, pale face. He had piercings all over his face; the top of the bridge of his nose, both eyebrows were pierced except they were on the inside of the brow, rather than the outside and both cheeks had silver balls poking out.
He wore a long black trench coat with silver buckles lining the down to the bottom, ending at his feet, which flapped against his knee high, black combat boots that were strapped tightly to his twig-like legs. Sunny shuddered. There was definitely something creepy about this guy. Not because of his piercings, or the way he dressed. Something in his eyes made her feel queasy. "Which one of you is Madison?" Dean demanded, pissed at the freak's attitude. "Who wants to know?" the man sneered, crossing his arms in front of his puny chest. "Uh, F.B.I wants to know." Sunny flashed her badge, matching his attitude, shutting him up. "I'm Madison." the girl next to him raised her hand and stepped forward.
"Is this about Toby?" Madison asked, innocently. "Is there somewhere we can talk in private?" Sam asked, eyeing the group carefully. "Uh, sure. Over here." she led them to a bush, away from the group and out of ear shot. "So what do you want to know?" she asked, sighing. "First off, when's the last time you saw or spoke to him?" Sam asked. "Couple weeks ago. We got into a fight and he didn't call me for a while so I thought he just broke up with me." she explained. "Were you upset?" Sunny asked. "Of course. It wasn't that bad of a fight, I mean, we argue like that a lot but we always get over it right away." she leaned against a tree and lit a cigarette.
"What was the fight about?" Dean asked. She glared at him. "What does it matter? You think I had something to do with his disappearance?" she squeaked. She was little, had to be about seventeen or eighteen. Her short light-brown hair blew against her face with the breeze. Her deep blue eyes popped inside her thick, black-lined lids. "I loved him! We vowed we'd always be together. We vowed in front of the coven- TO the coven!." she quickly stopped and looked away. "He got mad because I accused him of cheating on me after Malachai told me he saw him with another girl." she admitted.
"Then he left and that's the last time I saw him. Next thing I knew he was gone and his own family doesn't know him." Madison finished but then looked up thoughtfully. "Are you going to question the others too?" she asked, motioning to the group. Sunny cocked her head in confusion. "Why would we?" she asked. "Well, because six of my friends are missing their boyfriends too." she said, puzzled. "Why didn't you know that? Are you really the F.B.I?" she questioned. "Of course we are, we just didn't know they'd be here."Sunny retorted. "What are their names?" Sam asked, taking his notepad and pencil at hand.
"Kimberly, Tiffany, Roxie, Summer, Claire and Brooklyn." Madison listed, flicking her cigarette. "Am I done now?" she asked, impatiently. "Yeah, you can go back to worshiping...whatever." Dean muttered, using hand motions to shoo her away. "Send them over here to be questioned, please." Sam called to her as she walked away. She raised her hand in response. After questioning the other girls, they came to the conclusion that someone in the group had something to do with the disappearances. They all had fought with their boyfriends before they went missing and because of something Malachai had told the girls about the men. Not only that, but the missing men had been involved in the group as well. Now Malachai was the only man left in the group.
"My money's on that freak with the attitude problem." Sunny shivered before saying his name. "Malachai." she hissed. "He's the only one in the coven who didn't have a partner in the group...or at all." "I can't imagine why." Dean said sarcastically. "He has such a sparkling personality." Sunny laughed and he looked at her but looked away when she turned to look at him. "We gotta do some serious P.I work on this guy." Sam said, shaking his head. "He's not going to co-operate if we question him." he added. "Who wants to bet that's not even his real name?" Dean laughed. "Right? Malachai" she said dramatically then chuckled. "At least we know where he works, we can question his employer and co-workers for more dirt on him." she said, seriously.
A/N: Hmmm, is it Malachai? Witchcraft? Or is there something else at work here? You'll find out on the next update, so don't go far! ; ] R&R!
I hope you enjoyed this part of the second chapter, I made it as exciting as possible for part 1, all the real nail-biter suspense is in part 2 (isn't it always like that?) so please come back, I update pretty frequently!