Chapter 7: The Usual Suspects

Dean's P.O.V.

The three of us were sitting in a jail cell all because the cops caught me hovering over the dead body of Sarah. We caught this case about a hot shot lawyer who got killed in his office, no suspects. So naturally we took it.

"De, please tell me you have a plan." Bella pleaded. "Of course, when they take us back to question us, plan A." I said, they nodded. Bella looked green again, she's been sick with the stomach flu. I leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "Tell them you're pregnant." I whispered. "Right, pretend stomach flu is morning sickness." she said racing to the toilet again. After she finished they took us to different interrogation rooms. I was really worried about Bella, hoping that we could convince them that she was a couple months pregnant. Then a detective came in.

"What's wrong with your sister? She puked during the interrogation." she asked. "She's pregnant, that's what's wrong. This can't be healthy for her or the baby." I said. "In that case, we'll leave her be. By the way my name is Detective Ballard." Ballard said. "Thanks," I said as she walked back out.

So there I was alone in that interrogation room. Detective Ballard had left a small notepad and a pen. As I sat there I tried to figure out what Dana Shulps thing meant. Then it hit me, an anagram like in The Shining. So I started to right down the possible variations of the word until a guy in a grey suit and glasses came in.

"Mr. Winchester, I'm your lawyer for your case." he said. "You gotta name Matlock?" I asked. "Ted Edwards. Let's discuss your case. They haven't found a murder weapon yet so that's good news." Edwards said. I looked at the possible list of words and was still confused about it as before.

"Can you look at these and see if any of them pop out at you?" I asked handing him the list. "Well, I don't know about the 'sup' but Ashland is a street." Edwards said. "A street? Are you sure?" I asked. "Positive." he assured me. "Okay I need you to get this to my brother and sister." I said. With a little reassuring that this is helping he left.

Bella's P.O.V.

I laid my head on the cold surface of the table of the interrogation table. I lifted my head up as I heard the door opened. The guy that entered was pretty dorky looking in his grey suit and glasses.

"Miss. Winchester, I'm your brother's lawyer." he said. "Hey Matlock, what can I do for you?" I asked. "You guys really are related." he said. I smiled and leaned back in the chair placing a hand gently over my stomach. "Who's the father?" he asked. 'Crap!' I thought to myself. "This guy Edward from Washington state." I said coming up with the first person in mind. "Well your brother wanted me to give this to you." he said handing me one of two pieces of paper and left.

Velma, Ashland, it's a street.

Freddy

"God, Dean, even in jail you can't be serious." I whispered to myself smiling. I tucked the note in my pocket and went to the window and climbed out onto the fire escape. As I got to the ground Sam got out and slid down the wall.

"Did they give you a rough time?" Sam asked. "Nope, apparently they don't question it when I tell them the reason behind the puking is morning sickness." I said. "Good, you okay for now?" he asked. "Yeah, but no running or I will throw up." I said as we walked away. Sam shook his head but continued walking.

When we finally came across a pay phone with a phone book we stopped. Sam got in and found the first hotel in the book. We went straight there and got a room. Once there I crashed on the bed to get a couple hours. My dreams were once again laced with nightmares.

I woke up to the sound of a computer starting up. I looked at my brother to see that he went to our old hotel room to pick up our stuff. I got up and went to the fridge to grab a can of sprite hoping that I could keep it down.

"Are you feeling any better?" Sam asked. "No, but I have to get something in my system." I said sitting at the table with him. "Did you find anything about Ashland street?" I asked. "Yeah, at least a dozen women have gone missing there." Sam said. "Great," I said taking a sip of the sprite.

A few minutes later someone knocked on the door. Sam opened it only to reveal Detective Ballard. I immediately tensed up, reaching for the knife in my boot.

"Relax; I'm not here to arrest you. I actually needy your help." Ballard said. "What's wrong, Detective?" I asked. She showed us her wrists, which were badly bruised. By the way she walked and her stance I could tell that she was freaked.

"You saw it didn't you?" I asked. "Yes," was all she said. "What did it look like?" Sam asked. "She had pale skin with dark brown hair. Her throat was cut and her eyes were red." Ballard said. "Okay, I want you to take a look at these and tell me which one this ghost is." Sam said. "These are confidential. How did you get them?" she asked. "You have your job we have ours." I said feeling better.

Detective Ballard looked through the pictures only to stop at a mug shot. "This is her." She said. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Positive." Ballard said. "Say's here that she was busted for selling cocaine. Have you ever busted her?" Sam asked. "Maybe, I'm not sure. Pete and I were transferred to homicide from narcotics a few years ago." she said. Claire was last seen entering 5245 Ashland, we're heading there to finish this.

Sam's P.O.V.

Detective Ballard drove us to the warehouse seeing how the Impala was at the impound yard. When we got there it suddenly reminded me of the warehouse that we found Bella in when she was raped. Bella felt the same way, I could tell by her eyes. Bells and I had a shotgun and offered one to Detective Ballard, she refused.

We entered the building guns raised for the ghost to show. It did, but only to Ballard. Bells and I got there in time to see the clue. I was utterly confused, if this is a vengeful spirit then why is she leading us to her body?

"This isn't right Sammy." Iz said. "I know, this is weird." I said as we started punching a hole in the brick wall. "Well you are digging up a corpse." The detective said. "That's not the problem Detective." Iz said. "Then what is?" she asked. "Well every vengeful spirit we've tackled with never lead us to its remains." I said as we pulled out a tarped body.

We opened the tarp and the smell turned Bella green again. As she went to puke in the corner Detective Ballard noticed the bounds on Claire's wrists.

"Yeah, they'd be bruised like yours." I said. She then reached for the necklace that Claire had on. "I've seen this necklace before." Ballard said. "And where might that be?" Izzy asked. "I have the same necklace, Pete gave it to me." she said. That's when it all clicked together.

"Claire isn't a vengeful spirit, she's a death omen." I said. "Son of a Bitch, Detective, how much do you know about your partner?" Bells asked. Sudden realization flashed in the detective's face. "A couple months ago about five bags of cocaine went missing from lock up. Everybody knew that it was a cop, but we never found out who." Ballard said. "We've got to go back and talk to him." I said.

Once we were back in the patrol car Ballard called the station to see if Pete was still there. They talked for a bit before she hung up. "Pete left, with your brother." Ballard said. "Why?" Izzy asked. "He told them that the prisoner had to be moved. After that he took a county vehicle and left." she said. "Wait, he took a county vehicle?" I asked. "Yeah, why?" Ballard asked. "They have lojacks, we can track them." Iz said.

Dean's P.O.V.

Sitting in the back of that van was uncomfortable even with my hands and feet cuffed. My hunter instincts were going wild. Pete was driving me to St. Louis at 2 in the morning and I knew something wasn't right. Before I could say anything he pulled over to the side of the road.

"Pee break already? You know should really get your prostate checked." I said. Pete didn't respond except for getting out of the van. "This can't be good." I said to myself. Pete then opened up the back and motioned for me to get out. I landed on my back and peered up at him, only to see him pointing a gun at me.

"Look, you don't want to do this." I said. His answer was shutting the safety off. "Okay, maybe you do." I said lifting my hands in the air. I hear a car pull up only to look over to see Sam, Bella and Detective Ballard get out. My siblings stayed behind as Ballard stepped up to talk some sense into Pete.

"Pete, I know about Claire. Put the gun down." she said. "What happened with Claire was an accident; she was going to turn me in." Pet said. "So you killed her as well as Tony and Kate?" Ballard asked. "Tony was getting cold feet and I'm sure he told Kate everything. Come on Mandy, we can still be together. This Dean kid is a miracle, we blame him for the murders and nobody will question it." he said. Detective Ballard lowered her gun as it started to get cold.

"Then get me another necklace." Ballard said as she shot him. She hit Pete's shoulder so he was able to stand back up only to come face to face with the ghost. As Pete was distracted by the ghost Detective Ballard shot him on more time, killing him.

Bella got to me first and picked the locks in record time. When the cuffs were off she pulled me into a hug before helping me up. "What happens to Claire now?" Ballard asked. "She should be at rest." Sam said. "So what happens now?" I asked. "I'm letting you go." she said. "Are you sure?" Izzy asked. "Yes, she's sure." I said. "I want you guys out there doing what you do. I'll sleep better at night." Ballard said. "Before we go, where's my car?" I asked. "County impound. Don't even think about it." Ballard said. "Don't worry, we'll improvise." Iz said as we started walking back into town.