Angel pulled up to a crime scene with Alice in the passenger seat. They got out and straightened up their suits. Angel's wavy brown hair lay against her black suit and parts of her light blue shirt. Alice's curly red hair looked picture perfect as a breeze swept by; her gray suit matched with her purple blouse. They showed the cop that was standing outside of the police tape their badges, and with a curious look, he let them through. They met up with the lead homicide detective and Angel questioned, "So, this is the second victim?"
"Who do you think you are?" The man asked them with a glare. They both showed him their badges and he looked at them skeptically. "So, Ms….Spencer," he directed the conversation to Angel, "Why does the FBI have an interest in this case?"
"After how mysterious the first death was, we were sent here to investigate. In your report, you stated that there was forced entry, but there were bloody footprints that matched nothing humanlike," Angel declared.
"Also, in the coroner's report, the victim was torn apart by…" Alice raised an eyebrow and continued, "something relating to spears?"
The man scoffed, "I know. It sounds insane. Whatever tore it apart didn't use its hands. But we can't think of anything that would break into someone's house to tear them apart and just leave."
Angel nodded in the direction of the crime scene. "What happened there?"
He walked towards the scene and pointed at the window. "Something broke through the window, leaving some blood, and attacked the victim. It seems like the same creature that killed the first victim." Alice looked at the deformed body. The body was mangled to where she could barely see the victim's face. The girl's arm was bent backwards and her leg was broken. Pieces of the bone were jagged and sticking out of her skin. She was a bloody pulp. Alice cringed and backed away. Her stomach began to churn. "Don't like crime scenes, Ms. Guster?" The detective asked.
"I don't like seeing bodies that torn apart," Alice took a step outside for a breath of fresh air. She leaned against the house and swallowed some spit. If she kept her cool, she wouldn't hurl chunks into the bushes. That'd be embarrassing. She watched as the sun started to crawl higher into the sky and the puffy white clouds swam by.
Angel came out of the house a few seconds later and motioned her sister to the car. "You got any idea what it could be?"
"No. Then again, what we hunt is not natural," she answered as she got into the car.
Angel dialed Sam's number and put the call on speaker. When he picked up, she stated, "They don't know what it is."
"Well, that's great," he sighed.
"Can you see what the victims have in common?" Alice added. She changed the radio station and Angel smacked her hand.
"You know that the driver gets to pick the station, right?"
Alice rolled her eyes as Sam typed away on his laptop. "Where's Dean and Cas?"
"They're out talking to the parents of the first victim." Sam huffed and said, "So, get this. They go to the same high school, but they're both bullies to this one kid. He has a blog and seems really nerdy."
Angel scoffed, "Hey, nerdy isn't bad!" She raised an eyebrow and kept her eyes on the road. She shared a look with Alice and both of them knew they were right.
Sam chuckled. "Didn't say it was, darling."
"What does it say on his blog?" Alice asked. She gazed around, making sure that the detective wasn't following them.
"He's a gamer. He talks about games he's played and how much he hates the people at school. Other than that, he's a regular high school kid."
"Where does he live?" Angel asked as she turned a corner. She turned to her sister and gave her a certain look. Alice knew that look too well. Her sister had an idea.
When they arrived at the teenager's house, Angel stopped the car. She didn't get out right away and held her sister back. "Do you think he found a way to create videogame monsters?"
Alice knit her eyebrows together and cocked her head, "Is that even possible?"
"I don't know. Sometimes nerds are really smart and can create the impossible. Especially with the help of magic or sorcery, anyone can make anything possible." Angel fixed her makeup in the mirror and got out of the car.
"He could have, but we need to find out more information before we can accuse this kid of anything," Alice defended him. She didn't want to blame the underdog for anything. After all, some kids try to defend themselves, but these murders might not be his doing.
Angel knocked on the door and a teenage boy answered the door. He was tall and scrawny, with grey eyes and blonde hair. His voice was at a medium pitch, "Yes, can I help you?"
They showed him their badges and Alice said, "May we ask you a few questions, Bryan?"
"What's going on here?" The boy's mother came up behind him. He was the spin image of his mother.
"They're FBI agents here to ask me some questions." He answered her.
"Questions about what?" Her eyes widened and she gazed at Angel and Alice suspiciously.
Angel showed her the badge for reassurance, "We're not here to accuse anyone of anything, Mrs. Lial. We just want to ask your son a few questions about his fellow classmates that have passed within this week."
"Come in," The mother said. She moved her son out of the way and let the girls step inside. Their house was small and the furniture was wild with colors. Antiques of every kind sat in the room in different places, like a grandfather clock, lamp, cabinet, and more. The brown couch sat against the window and there were a few chairs sitting across from them with a coffee table in the middle. The brown carpet looked good against the bright, yellow walls. The big window brought in a ton of sunlight, heating up the room against the chilly weather. The Montgomery sisters sat on the couch and observed Bryan's actions. "It's so sad that those kids died." Mrs. Lial said sadly.
"Did you know the victims well, Bryan?" Angel interrogated. She adjusted in her seat and crossed her legs. She licked her lips and watched their expressions.
"No, they weren't my friends." The boy kept his lips tight and his facial expression blank. He didn't reveal anything to them.
Alice thought for a second and pursed her lips. "What kind of reputation did they have around the school?"
Bryan crossed his arms. "They weren't well liked."
"Were they bullying kids?" Angel raised an eyebrow. When Bryan didn't answer, she sat up and leaned forward. "You can tell us if they were bullying you, Bryan. You won't get in trouble." He sighed and nodded. Angel smiled sympathetically, "They won't bully you anymore. Bryan, was it cyber bullying?" He nodded once more.
Alice asked him nicely, "Can you show me the messages, Bryan?" Angel stayed behind to talk to his mother. Alice followed him upstairs to his room, which when she entered, looked like a complete pigsty. Cups and chip bags were everywhere and clothes littered the floor. His bed was messy and the room smelled of dirty socks and few days old pizza. His walls were covered with posters from sci-fi movies and video games. Her eyes glanced around to see if he had an alter of any kind, or a weird contraption that could somehow make videogame characters real. He showed her the messages and stayed silent the whole time. She read them one by one.
Gain some muscles, twiggy.
Maybe if you didn't lock yourself in your room like a geek and waste your life away, then maybe people would actually like you.
You're just a speck of dust in this world. Who would miss you?
Kill yourself.
Alice's heart broke at all of the messages. He didn't even try to defend himself. He just let it slide, and they kept making fun of him. Telling him to kill himself? That crosses the line. Maybe they deserved to die. "I'm so sorry, Bryan." He shrugged and she tried to lighten the mood. "What's your favorite videogame?"
"The Dead Space trilogy is my favorite."
Alice smiled and said, "I haven't played the third one yet. How is it?"
"Different."
One word answers. He clearly didn't want to talk to her. She walked out of the room and back downstairs to her sister, who was already waiting at the door. "Done?" Angel asked.
"Yeah. I've got everything we need to know." Alice bid them goodbye and the Montgomery sisters walked out of the door and into the car. "I hate to tell you this, but I think you're right."
"Videogame monsters? Are you serious?" Dean asked in disbelief.
"What? You got a better idea, Mr. Know-It-All?" Angel challenged him.
He simply laughed, "Any idea is better than that. How would he make them real?"
"Do you really want to fight me over a possibility?" Angel narrowed her eyes.
"Oh, I'd win any day."
Angel stood up. "Prove it."
"I'm not going to fight a girl," he scoffed.
She smirked, "What, too scared?"
"You wish." He gave her a dirty look and she imitated him.
"You know I'd win," Angel declared and put her hands on her hips. Dean stood up and Angel got into a stance.
"If I win, what do I get?"
"Winner gets a whole pie to themselves." She locked her blue eyes on his green ones and calmed herself. Dean's eyes lit up at the sound of pie and he took his stance. She put her fists up, "Hit me with your best shot."
"Oh, I will," Dean threw his fist at her, and she easily dodged it.
She punched him square in the jaw and he quickly rebounded. Dean's fist came into contact with her rib cage. She stayed in place and laughed, "You hit like a girl."
Dean's eyes contained a fire in them that burned brightly. He clenched his jaw and punched her in the jaw. She quickly blocked his kick that came next and pushed him into the wall. The wall rattled with all of the paintings on it and he accidentally threw the stuff off of the bedroom table. He smirked and she kicked him. Someone came into the room and Angel's attention was drawn to them. Dean took advantage of the moment and tripped her. He pinned her down easily and chuckled. Angel stopped to breathe for a second. She had to register what was going on. The room exploded with heat and his hot breath hit her face as he spoke, "Looks like I get that pie after all."
Angel clenched her jaw and pushed him off of her. "Fine." She got up and brushed herself off. "You get a cherry pie."
"I'm good with that," he smirked and took a seat. He fixed his jaw and checked for blood.
Castiel stood in the doorway and cocked his head in confusion. "Do I want to know what just happened?"
We both shook our heads and Angel fixed her hair. "What's up, Cas?"
"I wanted to know how the investigation was coming along," he answered simply.
"We've hit a dead end. I can't think of how he would make videogame characters real," Angel sat down next to Dean, who put his legs on her. She cringed, yet left his legs there. He leaned back and got comfortable. "I am not a table where you can put your feet."
"Yeah, well, I'm feeling pretty good right now. I won a fight against you. You're the most badass chick I've ever known, so I'm on top of the world right now." He closed his eyes and put his hands behind his head for cushion.
"Yeah, well now you're at the bottom," Angel pushed him off of the couch and he hit the floor. He growled and tackled her again, rolling on the floor, pulling at each other's hair and biting each other. "You're such a child!" She screamed.
"Nuh-uh!" Dean yelled.
Cas grabbed both of them by the arm and yanked them off of the floor. "Stop it, both of you," he said sternly.
"He started it!" Angel called out. She crossed her arms and pouted.
"She started it," he made a face at her.
Cas let both of them go and gave them looks. "Stop acting like children. We need to figure this case out before another child dies."
Dean asked, "Since when did you become so caring for other people?"
"I have always loved God's creations. Humans are interesting creatures. They choose to be just or unjust, and alter their destinies left and right without them even knowing. Some are caring, some aren't." He glimpsed away and went back to the regular conversation. "How could Bryan be killing his classmates?"
"I don't know. Maybe he made a deal with a crossroads demon?" Dean suggested as he sat back down on the couch. He glared at Angel as she sat down in the chair opposite of him, returning a glare of her own.
"That makes sense. It'd surely give him the power to do anything he wanted." Angel agreed.
Alice raced into the room with a laptop and slammed the door in Sam's face. "Guess what!" All three of them waited until she spoke again. "Bryan posted a blog bashing the last victim just an hour before they died! That's the same exact thing that happened for the first victim."
"Well, we have a lead," Castiel nodded.
Sam opened the door and glared at Alice. "Alice mentioned to me that he really loved the videogame Dead Space, and guess what I found out." When no one answered, yet again, he continued. "There's a Necromorph that you face constantly in the second game called a Slasher. Their arms literally blade-like bone swords. It looks pretty awesome."
"Yeah, but two people were killed by this thing," Angel pointed out and crossed her legs.
"Guys, we have a problem," Alice whispered. The corners of her mouth fell and her eyes narrowed. "He just blogged something new, and it's about another student."
"Give me a name, I'll find out where they live," Sam stated quickly. After she told him, his fingers typed so fast on the board that it was so hard to keep up. He gave Cas and Alice the address, and after Angel threw the keys at them to her car, they ran out of the motel room.
"Guess we have to go find this kid. Trace his cell phone," Angel got up and went to get her weapons.
"A please wouldn't kill you," Sam remarked.
She ran over to him and wrapped her arms around him, "Please." She kissed his cheek, which was growing stubble, and walked away to get ready.
"Wow, that's the first time I've heard you say please." Dean teased.
She stuck her tongue out at him, "Shut up."
"Got it. He's at a factory on the other side of town."
