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Chapter Nine
Vincent walked around the side of the car and readied to punch the occupant in the trunk should he still be conscious and ready to try and attack again. He frowned a bit as he realized that there was no longer any pounding from the struggle between man and beast but nodded to Randolph to go ahead and open the trunk as Frank and Billy got out of the car and Frank went to unlock the hotel room with the man's key that Vincent had handed back to him.
Vincent wasn't prepared for the site that greeted him as Randolph pulled the trunk open and They both peered inside. The man, this Sam Winchester was laying on his back...his coat off and now covered in blood. His body was marred by red whelps and he was fighting to simply breath. Still despite all of that He tried to attack him. The swing missed by a mile, but it was his dedication, his will to push on that impressed Vincent as he looked to the unconscious goat now on top of the dead body.
"You allergic to goats?" Vincent asked as Randolph pulled the still struggling man from the trunk bed and Billy came around to get the goat.
Sam ignored the teasing tone that the mountain of a man had leveled at him as he thought to the first aid box in the trunk, hidden beneath their arsenal of weapons. It was full of nifty little things that they had realized that they would need or could need eventually. One of those things stolen from some back woods clinic in Wyoming was a box pack containing two Epinephrine pens. Also included was a bottle Benedryl. There was a host of other emergency supplies that could be needed on short notice in their line of work. But the Epipen was Sam's main focus at the moment. "There's a epipen in my trunk." Sam gasped out as he was still struggling to draw in a fraction of a lung full of air. He didn't have the ability, time, or inclination to explain at the moment.
"An epipen...you really think you're that bad off?" Vincent asked with that same tone. Hell he looked that bad off but he had just given them all the leverage they needed to find out everything they needed to know about him. Vincent reached into Sam's pocket and found his car keys. "Which one's yours?" he asked motioning around the parking lot.
"The black impala." Sam nodded in the direction of the car as Randolph began to haul him towards the hotel room.
"Nice car."Vincent followed behind them but called back over his shoulder to Billy. "Hey get that box out of the guys trunk." He tossed him the keys. "And tie the goat up out here somewhere. I don't want him to ruin the upholstery."
"Sure thing Vince." Billy replied. Billy
had just finished tying the goat off to the bumper and was on his way
to getting the first aid box that Vincent had asked for when he got a
good look at the inside of the trunk and his mouth fell open in
shock. These people had more weapons then Uncle Gido's basement.
"Hey Frank." Billy called to his buddy by the door. "You
better get Vince...he's gonna wanna see this."
"See what?" Frank asked as he came around the side of the car. His reaction was similar to Billy's with an added. "Holy shit." that fell under his breath before he turned and hurried back into the hotel room.
Sam was slung into one of the chairs that sat before his laptop on the tiny hotel room table...the screen still open on the pictures and articles about the serial killer. It wasn't like he was going to be able to hide anything as they had also push pinned various other things to the walls during their fact finding efforts.
There were pictures of all the victims past an present and newspapers strown everywhere. Books lined the night stand and various counter tops. Sam felt his eyes growing heavy as he sat there while Frank rushed back into the room and borrowed Vincent for a moment.
Sam shook his head thinking of what they would find in the trunk and finally made up his mind to tell them the honest to god truth. When Vincent walked back into the room his face had taken on a harsher line even though he carried the package of epipens with him. He grabbed the other chair and pulled it right in front of Sam's as he began to unwrap the pens.
"Alright question and answer time." Vincent whispered as the others crowded into the room. "You're not a Fed...Do you work for Vanetti?"
"No." Sam rasped out. Vincent gave a thoughtful nod.
"You said you were hunters..." Vincent paused long and hard as he met Sam's eyes. "What the hell do you hunt with that arsenol I just saw in your trunk?"
"Demons...vengeful spirits...like the spirit that killed your sister...Nia's twin Amelia." Sam was going to lay all the cards on the table...he really didn't see many other options and his mind was getting fuzzy from the scarcity of oxygen. He saw Vincent's eyes narrow in disbelief.
"That's a load of crap. Granted you did your homework...but Amelia was murdered by some freak of nature, some serial killer...and the man was executed. Ghost and demons don't exist. Now quit feeding me some bedtime nonsense and tell me what your doing here and why."
Vincent dangled the pen in front of Sam just out of his reach and waited for his reply.
"After he was executed...his M.O. began to pop up again. It started a few months back...Girls, couples, men, all disappearing just like Amelia. The police thought it was a copy cat, but once we pretended to be FBI and got to talk to the local law here...we found out little things...little things that only the killer new to do...things that were never released to the press. It couldn't be a copy cat unless the new killer was somehow close to the old...So we ran more checks. With the prison the guy was in...the people he talked to...the ones released...their friends and family...and finally concluded that the serial killers ghost was taking back up his earlier occupation. We found his plot...dug him up...doused him in salt and lighter fluid and torched his bones. After that we went to celebrate...I noticed Nia but hadn't spoken to her since the initial questions we had about Amelia. I was never here for her...just to stop it from happening again." It took Sam a long time through gasping and wheezing and moment where he thought he couldn't possibly force another word out to get that across to Vincent and when it was all said and done the disbelief and anger that came back at him from Vincent's eyes let him know exactly where he stood...and it wasn't anywhere near a shot at getting the medication in the other man's hand. "That's the truth I swear."
"You really think I'm going to buy some insane cockamamie bullshit story like that?" Vincent asked as he rose to his feet and began to scream to Randolph in Italian. Randolph's eyes widened as if he was unsure he should comply with whatever it was that Vincent had in mind, but Vincent was still screaming and Randolph finally began to scream back. Billy and Frank folded their arms across their chests as Randolph finally drew his gun and began to twist a silencer in place.
Sam saw a bit of movement from a small crack where the door had been left open a tiny bit as a hand slowly wound around the door and pushed it open. 'Dean,' Sam smiled to himself as he slowly melted into unconsciousness.
