Yeah I know its late, please forgive me. This is just another filler chapter, not much action. And to all of my readers I know you want to see some smexy action and I kinda teased you. Forgive me and have a little patience because we're getting there, I promise.

Enjoy!

Chapter 10

Sam and I headed back to Pastor Jim's after talking to the other two bullies. Sam was quiet the whole way back. I kinda thought he was mad at me for refusing to have sex with him.

"Why would people do that?"

I shrugged, "They're bullies. It's what gives them pleasure.

"Do you think he killed himself and then wants to get revenge on the three that hurt him?"

"Maybe but Peter doesn't seem to be attacking either of the boys."

"There's gotta be something we're missing."

"You're pretty smart for a half demon," I joked.

"Well I did do some hunting. That's how I got caught by your dad."

I pulled up beside Pastor Jim's house just as my cell rang. I pulled it out of my pocket and glanced at the caller id. Dad.

"Hey, dad."

"How's the hunt going?"

"Alright. I figured out who's doing the killing but I'm still trying to figure out why and where he's buried."

"Good."

"So you in the middle of a hunt right now?"

"Yeah, I was following up on a lead about the Yellow Eyed demon when I heard about a vampire coven here in Massachusetts. But listen, I have to go. I just wanted to check in."

I nodded even though he couldn't see me. "Sure, talk to you later."

I hung up the phone and Sam and I got out of the car. Pastor Jim was in his living room watching something that looked like a cooking show on the television.

"Find anything?"

"Yeah, those three kids really tortured Peter. Maybe into killing himself. The only thing I can't figure out is why he's not killing the bullies and he seems to be killing other people."

"Huh, that's different."

"Yeah," I said.

Sam and I left Pastor Jim and headed upstairs where I sat down in front of the laptop. I wasn't really sure what I was looking for but all I knew was that I was looking for some time of answers.

"Usually the ghost or spirit attacks those who've hurt them or killed them, but this kid doesn't seem to be doing either," I commented.

"Yeah and what's the deal with the movie theater? I mean did he die there and buried somewhere else or was he just attacked there?" Sam wondered.

I shrugged and continued typing on the keyboard. I didn't know that Sam had come over to me until I felt his hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him.

"May I see something?" he asked. I nodded and got up.

Sam sat down and started typing. I wondered what he was looking for.

"What are you doing?"

"When people die newspapers usually put an obituary in. Doesn't matter if the person died naturally or was murdered. So I'm checking to see what they have for the kid's obituary. Might help us with something."

I nodded and groaned, "Man I could really use a beer right about now."

Sam chuckled, "Why don't you get one?"

"Dude, we're in the house of a pastor. You really think he'll have beer stashed in his house?"

"Well, no, but…hmm, that's strange."

"What is?" I asked leaning over him.

"That there's no obituary for Peter Sparks, but clearly it was in the newspaper."

"You're right, that is strange. Hey, do you think you can find out an address for the kids parents?"

Sam nodded. He typed furiously and then he stopped.

"His mother's name is Tina Sparks and she lives on 89 Windford Road."

"Great let's go talk to her."

Sam nodded and we headed out again. Something was weird about this. And I was determined to get to the bottom of it. We piled in the Impala and headed toward Windford Road. I glanced at Sam. He was quiet.

"Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"You okay, kiddo? You seem kinda quiet."

Sam nodded, "Yeah, it's just something's not sitting right about this spirit."

I nodded and pulled up in front of a blue and white house. We piled out and I walked up on the porch and knocked on the door. A woman in about her mid thirties answered the door.

"May I help you?"

I grinned, "Yes, ma'am. My name is Dean Sanford. My partner and I are from the Star Herald," I said using the same guise. "We'd like to talk to you about your son, Peter."

"Peter? Have you heard from him? I haven't seen him in two months. I try calling his cell phone and I get no answer. I am very worried about him."

What the hell? Sam pulled me back for a minute and whispered, "Dean, I don't think this woman knows her son is dead."

"How is that possible? He's been dead for over two months."

Sam just shrugged, "I dunno, man, but we need to tell her."

I nodded and turned back to the woman, "Ms. Sparks, we at the Star Herald are running a story about bullying. Did you happen to know if Peter was being bullied?"

Ms. Sparks looked at me and opened her door and invited us in. Sam and I sat on the couch and she sat in a chair opposite us.

"I had my suspicions. Some days Peter would come home looking bruised up and claim it was football practice, but see Peter didn't play football. He maybe played a pickup game with his friends but that was about it. He never said anything to me and I never pushed him. Now he's disappeared and I'm worried about him."

"Ma'am, we have every notion to believe that your son is dead," I said as calmly as I could.

The woman shrieked, "No! No! My poor baby! Please tell me it isn't true."

Sam and I got up and left. "Well so much for that idea," I said as I got behind the wheel.

Sam got in and buckled himself up, "Dean, this isn't making any sense. There was no obituary, his mother didn't know, yet it was on the front page of a newspaper website and Pastor Jim had told us that the police had ruled it as a homicide. I mean what the hell is going on? How come no one knew? And where is the kid buried? Who the hell killed this kid?"

"Whoa, calm down, Sammy. We'll figure it out."

"Hey, Dean?"

"Yeah, Sammy?"

"Uh, can we swing by the theater for a sec? I wanna see something."

"Sure," I nodded and drove in the direction of the theater.

I parked by the theater and followed Sam out of the car, "So what are we looking for?"

Sam shrugged, "I'm not sure yet, but there's something bugging me about this place."

"Whaddya mean?"

Sam just shrugged and glanced around the theater. He stood there for a few minutes and then walked toward the back of the theater. I shrugged and followed him. I noticed blood spots on the ground.

"You think Peter was killed out here?"

Sam didn't answer me. I watched as his eyes flashed yellow and things started moving off the ground. Is it weird that watching him turned me on? Probably. As he lifted the boards off the ground I noticed a puddle of blood underneath them.

"Sammy?"

Sam set the boards he had lifted down and looked at me as his eyes switched back to hazel, "Yeah?"

"Look at the puddle of blood. Peter must have been killed here and then buried somewhere else."

"Yeah and it was covered up so no one would notice it. This means whoever killed Peter didn't want Peter or himself found."

"God, I hate hunts like this."

"Not used to doing the extra work," Sam teased smiling. I groaned. That dimple wide smile was making me even harder than when I saw his telekinesis.

I just shook my head, "Let's go, kiddo."

Sam followed me to the car, "Dean? Why wouldn't anyone want Peter found?"

I shrugged as I unlocked the car and slipped behind the wheel, "Probably because finding Peter would implicate the killer. I swear this seems just like a regular police case."

"Yeah except for the fact that we got a spirit killing random people."

I nodded and started the engine and drove back to Pastor Jim's. Sam resumed his quiet state which was okay. I was just glad that he was talking more. I glanced at him. He was sitting with his eyes closed and his arms crossed over his chest. The way he was leaning back in the seat made him look absolutely gorgeous and damn right fuckable. Shit. Nice going, Dean. You just continue to make yourself hard, don'tcha?

"Dean? You okay?"

I groaned and shifted in my seat, "Yeah, Sam, I'm fine."

"Okay," he smiled. Focus on the road, Dean. Do not look at him. Focus on something else, like dad in a Speedo. Eew! Bet Sam would look great in a Speedo. Aww, shit. C'mon, Dean, focus!"

I tried not to think about how sexy Sam was looking and just get us back to Pastor Jim's without getting into an accident. Sam decided at that moment to kiss my neck. I moaned.

"Sammy, stop."

"Why, it's clear that's what you're thinking about right now," he grinned against my neck as his hand palmed my cock.

I moaned again, "Baby, stop. I'm trying to drive."

Sam kissed my neck again and used one hand to unbutton the top two buttons of my shirt. I took one hand off the wheel and grabbed his hand, "Sammy, please. As good as this feels, I'm not trying to have an accident.

"Fine," Sam pouted. I took one look at him and groaned. I needed to calm my body or we wouldn't make it to Pastor Jim's.

Luckily we made it to Pastor Jim's without an accident, but I was sporting a huge boner. One I didn't want the pastor to see. I fixed my jeans so it didn't look like I was sporting a hard on. Sam just looked at me and grinned. I knocked on the door and Pastor Jim let us in.

"How'd it go?" he asked.

"Something's not adding up," I said sitting on the couch.

"Whaddya mean?"

"We went to his mother's house. She clearly didn't have any idea that her son was dead even though, not only was he dead for two months, but it was clear that it was in the newspaper. And if the police had found him and ruled it as a homicide, they'd surely talk to his mother," Sam said.

"What we need to do is find out where Peter is buried and salt and burn the bones to stop the murders."

"Pastor Jim? You told us that the victims died at a specific time. Do you remember the time?"

"Uh, yeah, it was five twenty."

"How is that gonna help us find Peter's body?" I asked.

Sam shrugged, "It's not, but it might help us find the killer."

Pastor Jim looked at Sam confused, "How exactly?"

"It's a movie theater. We need to check what movies were playing at that time, before and after. And see what movie Peter went to see and what time it ended. Since Peter is killing those people at that time it must mean that he was killed at that specific time. All we gotta do is place him."

"What about the killer, Sammy?"

"He'll turn up. Dean, may I use your laptop?"

I nodded, "Sure kiddo, knock yourself out."

I watched as Sam headed upstairs.

"What's he doing?"

I shrugged, "I dunno."

"You're just gonna let him use your laptop?"

"You know Pastor Jim, for a man who preaches about faith, you have so little faith. Look, Sam is a good kid. He's never hurt anyone. He's never used his abilities to hurt others. On the contrary, he actually uses them to fight the supernatural. He's not a killer. He's just a kid who happened to be born part demon," I said and headed upstairs.

TBC...