May 19, 2014

Cas and I just "finished" a hunt today. The first since Dean disappeared. I would've preferred continuing to help track down Lucifer and finding a way to trap him. But Crowley insisted we go.

"We haven't found a lead yet, Sam! And you two are no help to me in your state. Go hunt something. The world doesn't stop because Dean's gone. I'll keep searching…"

I hate to admit it, but Crowley was right. I still have to carry on the family business. "Maybe some normalcy could help," I thought. Dean would want me to go on and fight this thing until the end. I found a case and me and Cas were off.

I know its weird, but as soon as we got in The Impala, it felt almost… wrong. Being behind the wheel instead of Dean, like it usually was. Cas riding shotgun instead. I know I've hunted without Dean before, but given the circumstances… It couldn't be helped, though. We had work to do, after all.

There was a string of murders and robberies throughout New Jersey. Funny thing was, the bodies were usually found not long after the robberies. Their autopsies showed the victims (all connected to the site of the robberies) had been dead for days. But people they knew swore they'd been alive just hours ago. The papers' called them "The Time Warp Murders".

Yeah, it seemed like or sort of thing.

The recent robbery/murder (a bank) confirmed what we were dealing with. Me and Cas, (or rather; "Agents Black and Lupin") went to the police department to see what they had. Get this, it turns out they had security footage this time. There was a group of men in nice suits. All of them were completely identical. There was also the bank manager, the recent victim, helping load up money. Pretty eagerly by the looks of things.

Each of them, at one point or another, glanced at the camera. All their eyes reflected. "Pretty damn weird, right?" The officer had said. I nodded, thanked the officer, and me and Cas left.

"We got shifters." I told Cas.

"They haven't been around since Crowley killed the Alpha…" Cas stated. "They all sort of scattered when he died; and went into hiding. Some must've organized…"

"So it looks like we have shifter mobsters. Dean would've killed to work this case…" I said.

Cas put his hand on my shoulder. "We will find Dean, Sam. If I know Dean Winchester, and I do, he's fighting Lucifer from the inside as we speak…" He said, giving me that sad puppy look he'd more or less patented. There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

Cas figured out the Shifter Mob had been working their way northwest. We decided to drive to the next town and stop them there. We didn't have to search long. The shifters were tracking us, too. They found us at our motel.

It obviously led to a fight. They were armed and vicious. Thankfully, I had a silver knife with me. I managed to stab and kill three of them. Cas smited two at once, then a third for good measure. (Personally, I thought it was a bit overkill, but whatever. It got the job done…) I slashed the last one across the face, leaving a nasty gash. He retaliated by hitting me across the head with a chair and knocking me out.

Cas woke me up not long after. He said the shifter got away, and offered to go after him. I told him no. He could be anywhere now. Besides, I figured we should go back to The Bunker.

I'm sure Dean would berate me for letting the shifter go. I'm pretty mad about it, too. Cas even seems a little irritated with me.

But here's the thing: I would've landed a more fatal blow, but I just… My head's just not in it right now. It's miles away, hoping my brother's going to survive. I think Cas understands, sort of.

…All I want is to find Dean. The sooner I get him back from Lucifer, then end the Archangel, the better…

-Sam