Rated: T-M
Even though his brother has been missing for over a year Danny Reagan refused to stop looking for him. Jamie was his little brother, no matter what was said that fateful Sunday. "We got a known alias." Baez said as he entered his squad room. Danny was instantly by her side looking over her shoulder at the security tape she was looking at.
"That was three months ago Beaz." His partner sighed,
"I know Danny, but it's evidence that he isn't dead. Whatever those Winchester brothers sold him, he ate it up. We have to assume whatever we might find may not be what you want to find." Danny stared at the security footage of his kid brother purchasing a six-pack of beers and a couple bags of chips.
"It's my fault Baez, I have to find him." The police detective said as the security footage looped back to the beginning. "Get packed, we're going to Illinois." Baez sighed but did as he asked and met him next to their undercover car.
"You talk to your dad?" Danny winced then said,
"The Commissioner had enough on his mind." Then the two NYPD detectives dove to the airport, purchased one-way tickets to Illinois, got on a plane, then began the hunt for the long lost Reagan.
By the time they landed in Chicago Danny and Baez both finished their bag of free nuts and took a well-earned nap. "Ready?" His partner asked him as they climbed into the rental car, Danny shook his head,
"Not really, but once Jamie comes back home with us everything will go back to normal." They continued down the stretch of road before pulling up to a decent-looking motel. "This is the place they stayed at while they were here, if we'll find anything it would be here." Danny reasoned when they walked up to the front desk to ask for a room. The manager at the desk handed them both a room key before Danny pulled out the manila folder with images of the security footage on them.
"What's this supposed to be?" The desk manager asked, Danny pointed to Jamie, it was an image of the back of his head, but Danny knew as a brother knows.
"You remember this guy?" He asked the man, Deryl, according to his nametag. Thankfully he nodded,
"course, him and the others are hard to forget." Danny frowned then asked,
"what others?" Deryl sighed then said,
"I think they were brothers or something. Came in, shot up a guest, the youngest looking one stabbed him, then they scrubbed the security footage and left with the person they shot up." Baez shot Danny a worried look then she spoke,
"did they say something about which way they were heading next?" Deryl nodded,
"yeah as a matter a fact. The guy on the video said they were going home, to Kansas." Danny nodded then thanked Deryl for his help. "If I may detectives, those men looked like they went through hell and back, I hope I never have to see them again." Baez frowned then asked,
"how'd you know we were detectives?" Deryl gestured at their outfits.
"I'm not an idiot." Baez nodded,
"never said you were, thanks for the help."
"of course." Deyrl responded before turning to help a few guest who were trying to check in.
"Let's go check out the room." Danny said as the two made there way to room B13. The room itself looked simple enough, nothing was out of place. He walked by the window and set down his briefcase on the window sill, which caved in on itself.
"what the hell?" Baez asked walking over to the window next to him. Danny pulled on a glove then pinched a bit of it and tasted it.
"Its salt." He said obviously confused. "why would the Winchesters put salt in the windowsill?" Baez shrugged then said,
"from police reports they've been known to be a part of some freaky shit. The early reports say the father was an occultist who was obsessed with finding his wife's killer, he brought the two kids into it." Danny nodded then noticed there were some scratches underneath the rectangular rug so he pulled it up to reveal a strange pentagram shape carved into the wood underneath the mat. He took a picture of the image then looked up, why would someone put salt in their window sill? On his computer hoping he would get a response, fortunately the internet answered his prayers and gave him a list of a few websites.
Why would someone put salt on their windowsill? (5
Danny shrugged then pressed the second option. Ghostfacers turned out to be a blog website about two guys who hunt ghosts. The first page on their website had an introductory video then they had multiple tabs labeled with different monsters. Danny clicked the salt burn page and waited it to load. When he did the website opened up a new tab with a different video on it. He turned to his partner, she shrugged, so he pressed the play button.
"What's up my fellow Ghostfacers?! Harry Spangler here with my loveable partner as always, Ed Zeddmore. So, you found salt in a room, but its not in the kitchen? In fact, is the salt everywhere but in the kitchen? Then you've got a ghost on your tail and you better run." Ed chimed in,"unless if it's a demon." Harry nodded,"right, which we now know about thanks to our dear old friends Sam, Jamie, and Dean, who by the way we've met personally. Their numbers are listed below if you have anymore questions. Anyways, if you've got a ghost problem salt all the doors." The other Ghostfacer nodded then cut in again,"for those of you who are new that means layer salt across windows, doorways, any place that the sucker can get in the room from. See, salt is pure than a raging ghost, so if you don't have any iron make sure you stick up on that salt."
Danny stopped the video as he turned to Baez and asked, "is he for real?" She shrugged then crossed her arms,
"no clue. It would make sense with all the freaky that the Winchesters are in." Danny nodded then scrolled down the page to check out the phone numbers.
"Think they're legit?" Baez looked over his shoulder then said,
"probably not, but it's worth a shot." Danny pulled out his phone then called the number next to Jamie's name. It took a few rings, but the person on the other end answered,
"hello, who is this?" Danny dropped the file he was holding then asked,
"Jamie?" There was a pause then Jamie hung up the phone.