AN: I'm having trouble deciding on which storyline I want to post first for chapter 10 of this story. It's either going to be about a group of teenagers in the campgrounds where one of the mentioned characters died earlier in the story OR a small family in their new home that turned out to be a deal too good to be true. Anyway, here's chapter 9! Enjoy! –Amaximander500
"What about the victims? Besides their fears and deaths, is there anything in common with them?" Dean asked as he paced around Bobby's living room into the darkening hours of nightfall. The sun had officially been down for at least three hours now, but the work effort the three men had already invested in was much longer.
"Tyson was the only one diagnosed with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. Alex, Anne, Devin and Todd were all clean. No records of them suffering from any type of mental illness or trauma prior to Fear killing them," Sam said.
"Anythin' with their ages?" Bobby asked.
"Tyson was 14, Alex was 28, Anne was 38, Devin was 23, and Todd was three."
"So nothin' there." Bobby crossed his arms over his chest. "Any of them live near each other?"
"No, they all lived in different towns. Far as we can tell none of them knew of each other's existence."
"Well, what about where they all died? Ya said Tyson, Anne, Alex and Devin all died in a non-residential place."
"Yeah, Tyson in the hotel swimming pool, Anne in an amusement park, Alex in an airport, and Devin in the campgrounds," Dean said.
"Wow, here's something we missed," Sam said studying the same map he had been studying for what felt like a thousand years now. "The one place that's been throwing us off is the Talanski house, right? That was the only place, so far, that a person died on private property. But check this out." Sam circled in a red marker all of the places where their current victims had died and flipped the map over to show Dean and Bobby. "The hotel and the amusement park are a mile down the road from each other. The airport is about five miles away from there. Going the opposite direction of the hotel, about 10 miles away, is the campgrounds."
"Son of a bitch…" Dean said staring at the map and connecting the red circled Sam and drawn on with his eyes. "And where is the Talanski's house on this map?"
"The Talanski house is right by the airport." Sam highlighted Todd's house which existed in a segment of surrounding neighborhoods that were all built around or near the airport. "Their property is about two miles away."
"So Fear has been striking within a 10 mile radius…" Dean nodded. "Airport's closed now, right? It's not a public, hour-by-hour, fly all over the world airport, right?"
"No, it's mostly used as an aviation school. Guess that's why they do all of the skydiving classes and sessions there." Sam shrugged.
"And the amusement park?" Dean asked.
"That's closed for the night too."
"So now there's only two places where Fear could strike next at this hour; the campgrounds or that neighborhood."
"Guess if he's staying within a 10 mile radius, the three of us can split between the neighborhood and the campgrounds," Sam said.
"Sounds like a plan to me," Bobby said. "Now all we have to do is figure out a way to stop Fear."
"Simple. When we find Fear attacking his next victim, all we gotta do is get that person to face their fears. Then Fear is powerless." Dean smirked.
"Yeah, because it's really that easy for someone to just get over the thing their afraid of!" Sam laughed. "Dean you can't even get on an airplane without downing half a bottle of whisky and death gripping a barf bag."
"Oh and like you're so brave when it comes to facing a clown, Sam! Planes crash!"
"And clowns kill!"
"Don't you two idjits start that bickering crap again like ya did earlier!" Bobby said. "I gotta couple of shot guns stashed away and I'm not afraid to introduce ya to them if I have to!"
"Look, ya both have a point. If the person ain't afraid of what Fear is makin 'em see or do that could make Fear powerless. But it ain't that simple for someone to just get over what they're afraid of. And that ain't considering the fact that some kinda mental disorder or traumatic event happened in the person's life," Bobby added in.
"And with our luck the next victim will be someone who suffers from some kind of medical condition," Dean said thinking about that good 'ol reliable Winchester luck of theirs. "So how are we doing this?"
"You and Sam take the neighborhood. Reckon they already know your faces there, agents. I'll take the campgrounds. And remember' don't show any fear."
