Chapter 10

Dean was used to playing the role of a federal agent. He could saunter in like he owned the place and get the information he needed from anyone. Sam was the one who could get a stone to bleed with the puppy dog eyes but given that they were hardly in the place to do that, it seemed like a good idea that he would go it alone while Sam and Angela went to burn the remains just in case. His other reason was that he wanted to give a piece of his mind to that dick of a colonel.

When Angela finally got back from her impromptu lunch break, she revealed that her friend at CID called saying that the dick colonel wanted them out. At first, Dean thought Angela was going to follow through and leave but she said that she was staying since she knew the campus back and front. Hearing that, Dean was adamant about staying even though she gave them a way out. Sam agreed to stay as well.

They re-entered the grounds with Angela driving the Impala much to Sam's surprise and the bitch face was included. What could Dean say? Angela knew her cars and she did take good care of her in Chicago. She dropped him off at the detention center and headed off towards the cemetery.

Dean walked through the front door making sure his visitor pass was in full view and showed his CID badge when it was required of him. Most of the people in there were taking samples from just about everywhere. Dean tried hard not to gag at the sight.

The scanner said that there had been at least twenty or so people in there. To Dean, he thought there had to at least have been half a dozen more than that given the amount of human goo there was everywhere. Dean could hardly believe that the human body could produce that much blood and guts as he gingerly stepped around the puddles, trying not to get it all over his shoes.

There was a reporting officer writing in his notebook so Dean approached him first. He asked, "So any ideas what happened here?"

The officer looked at him with a questioning looking. Dean pulled out his CID badge and flipped it open. Since it was real, he allowed the officer to get a good look before flipping it closed. The officer gave a slight nod before replying, "Initially we think someone decided to go postal."

"Any idea why?"

"Who knows for sure? Probably some cadet who cracked under the pressure and decided to take it out on someone with authority."

"This seems a little extreme don't you think?" Dean asked while indicating to the carnage. "I mean completely exploding human bodies, that seems near impossible don't you think?"

"Maybe sir but the academy does have a one of the best science departments."

Dean tried not to make a face at that. "Right. So any suspects?"

The officer continued writing as he spoke, "We have a security camera system. If we're lucky we may catch him."

"Mind if I take a look?"

The officer waved over to the security room. "Be my guest."

Dean gave a slight frown. Something told him that the officer was being WAY too accommodating. In fact he half expected that dick colonel to show up and try to run him off the place. This was just too weird and he started to wonder if Sam was okay and to an extent Angela. That he trusted her was enough to watch out for Sam was a big step for him since they barely knew each other. Thinking about it, Sam would have said there was one way to remedy that. At the moment Dean wasn't willing to entertain the notion but he would think about it.

The security room looked like a broom closet but it showed just about every possible angle that could be covered. Dean went back to replay the images from the attack. It was like watching one of those slasher films with body parts being sprayed everywhere. Finally Dean latched onto the image of a cadet that was just walking through the place while bodies were being torn apart. He could make out the slight flickering that while could be mistaken as static, was actually supernatural.

The funny thing was that Dean couldn't see the change in eyes like what would occur with demons and the like. The screen was flickering though and Dean thought that it might be a possession but what else was there? Ghost possession was pretty rare but not impossible yet the most likely candidate was a demon. Either way the cadet on the screen was the cause of it.

"What are you doing in here?"

Dean turned to see the face of the dick colonel and it was disturbingly calm. Glancing over the colonel's shoulder, he could see the officer he spoke to earlier snickering. Dean resisted the urge to rip the kid's lungs out and looked at the colonel. He said, "Just investigating Colonel."

"From my understanding you were supposed to be off this case Agent Smith."

Dean resisted the urge to punch the guy in the face and replied, "And from my understanding you have a ghost problem and we're the only ones who can fix this."

"I have no idea what you are talking about Agent Smith. It seems to me that you have trouble following orders."

"Actually I think you do know what I am talking about. You have a problem and we're the only ones that know what to do. So you can keep that sack over your head and let us do our jobs or you can jump in and actually do something about it," Dean replied in a low voice.

"You are delusional and you are out of your jurisdiction. I suggest you leave the premises before I call the MPs and have you thrown in the brig." Col Henderson regarded the 'agent' with a cool expression. As far as he was concerned, CID was no longer on the case. It was unfortunate that the three specialists were still around but at the moment he didn't know where the other two were.

That girl that paid him a visit made it clear that he was to get them all off no matter what though he was to make sure that the Winchesters were alive. He called Morrie and told him that it was nothing and that he could take care of it. Obviously he hadn't been convinced and probably told the three of them what was going on. Well time for drastic measures with this one.

Dean couldn't believe this guy yet he got the distinct feeling that something was off about him. He decided to tread carefully and replied, "We came because you asked for help. At least let us make sure that the place is really okay before more cadets get killed."

Col Henderson reverted to a cool gaze, unlike the hard and denying one he gave when he first met them, and said, "Please leave now."

Dean looked at the colonel as if he was crazy and in an act of defiance, he crossed his arms. The colonel responded by summoning the reporting officer. He said, "Please escort Agent Smith outside the facilities. I'm sure he can find his way back to the village from there."

"Yes sir," the officer said and moved to grab Dean's elbow.

Dean jerked it out of the officer's reach. "Easy there. I don't swing that way." He gave a look at the colonel and followed the officer out of the building. He didn't even get a chance to see if that Cadet Barcalow was all right. He scowled at the thought that he could be a part of that mess inside.

Once outside he said, "I can take it from here."

"I'm sure you can," the officer sneered.

Dean gritted his teeth before starting down in the general direction that would lead to the village. Once he was behind a building, he double backed and started towards the cemetery. He was walking between some buildings when something hit him from behind.

"Sonofabitch."

"Interesting vocabulary but it is no matter. Just the thing I need," a voice responded.

Dean looked around for the owner. He had a hand to his gun which he pulled out and pointed. He looked around for anything suspicious. He replied, "Where are you?"

"Here, there and everywhere. As it has been for the last two hundred years."

"So you're a witch then," Dean asserted. He didn't let his guard down as he moved about, peering around corners. It was a good thing that classes were in session and no one was around otherwise they would have wondered what he was doing pointing a gun around the place and it was possible that if he fired his gun, he could have hit someone.

"Oh… I will be soon enough."

That remark puzzled Dean slightly but he took it to mean that it could be a possession of some sort. He retorted, "Not if I exorcise you first."

"If you can get me before I get you." The owner of the voice appeared out of the shadows.

Dean was surprised for a moment. He recognized the guy from the security video. He was just a kid but Dean could see the predatory look in the eyes though and thought he saw a flicker of something else. He really didn't want to shoot the kid if he was possessed. It reminded him about Meg. His hesitancy cost him though and the kid struck with his fists and they were turbo charged.

Dean managed to give a couple of punches back but he got a fist in the face that knocked him down. The kid then jumped on him and started punching in his face. Dean could feel the blood spurt out of his mouth from the multiple hits. The last one hit square on the temple and knocked him out. Sammy!

JoAnne wrinkled her nose at the smell and slowly opened her eyes. She saw that she was tied to some piping. She recognized it as the basement of the building she had followed Parsons to. She wriggled to find that she had been tied to a pole.

"You okay Jo?"

"Dave?" JoAnne peered through the darkness of the room to see the familiar silhouette of Barcalow. "What are you doing here?"

"No idea," Barcalow replied as he adjusted his position even though his hands were bound behind him. "I was in the detention center. Next thing I know I hear screaming and a whole bunch of noise. Jo, it was Parsons."

"I knew it. I thought something was up when I followed him here," JoAnne replied. She then had a thought and said, "Dave, I think Parsons has been in contact with something. It's like someone is whispering the orders or something."

"Well he did look a bit different when he came for me," Barcalow replied, "Jo is this one of those things that you mentioned earlier? The things that belong in stories?"

JoAnne sighed as she looked down. Maybe she shouldn't have said anything but Dave did see the ghost. She knew that while he was dedicated to being a soldier, he wasn't blind like Uncle Ted. Thing was, was it fair to bring him into it? Making her choice, she looked up and replied, "Yes. Dave I'm sorry you were dragged into this."

"Hey it's not your fault Jo. It just happened and who knew that it would be something like this?" Barcalow gave a reassuring smile to JoAnne. It was true that he never expected it to be like this but will be something to remember. Now if he could only just get free and stop Parsons. Suddenly a moan sounded. Barcalow peered through the darkness to see someone else was there with them. He asked, "Jo, who's that?"

JoAnne peered through the darkness to the sound of the moans. She recognized the big yeti. She tried to remember the name instead of the nickname she attributed to him. She ventured, "Sam?"

Sam felt the pounding of his head and the burn of his wrists and arms. He opened his eyes and blinked, feeling the pain. He also felt the trickle of blood down the side of his head. Why did he listen to Dean and go to the cemetery? They knew the ghosts were being controlled so it would have been pointless. Angela thought the same thing though she was more reserved about it. A thought then occurred to him and he looked around for her. Where was she? Did they…?

"Hey you big yeti are you okay?"

Sam whipped around and saw the cadet from the other night. To her right, he saw Cadet Barcalow. Observing his surroundings, he could hardly see anything. It was humid in there and he felt like he was in a sauna. "Where are we?"

"In the basement of the science building," JoAnne replied.

Sam twisted his wrists and felt the burn of the rope. They were tight. If he kept it up, then they would be rubbed raw. He grunted as he tried breaking the rope by pulling it against the pipe he was tied to. He gritted his teeth as the rope cut into his wrists. He could feel them get slippery with blood. He gave up presently. "Dammit." He then looked at the others, "How tight are yours?"

JoAnne tested hers. "Pretty tight."

"Same here," Barcalow called.

Sam sighed as he tapped the back of his head against the pipe he was tied to trying to think. Dean was still out there and Sam had no doubt that Dean would come. If anything they were like bulldogs when it came to protecting and looking out for each other. He then started thinking of Angela. If she was out there, she would come, but what if she was hurt or even dead? Sam didn't really want to think about that and it felt weird since he didn't know her very well. Yet it felt like he did.

Knowing that such thoughts would get him nowhere, he began to concentrate on what was there. His vision was slightly blurry but he forced his eyes to focus. He noticed a sigil drawn on the ground and an arrangement of candles. It looked like they were tools for a ritual. Great so they really were dealing with a witch. The sigil was hardcore, black magic kind of stuff.

"You got a plan?"

Sam frowned having not heard the question. "What?"

JoAnne tried not to roll her eyes. After all the yeti did have his head bashed against a headstone. Probably was concussed. She repeated, "You got a plan ya big yeti?"

Sam ignored the name calling and replied, "Working on it. Dean will probably track us down here."

"Uh news flash: You guys couldn't get around the main campus unless you had a map and that is if you could understand the military designations," JoAnne replied. "What makes you think your brother will find us? We're in a basement."

Sam twitched a little to see if it was still there. It was. He replied, "He can track the GPS in my phone. Dean will find a way."

At that moment a door opened and any retort that JoAnne had died as all three of them turned to watch. To Sam it was a dark blob. The details were obscured by the hulk blocking the light, well what was left of the light. The figure walked forward and it was evident that it was carrying something or someone. As the figure walked into the light Sam saw clearly who was being carried. He growled, "Bastard what did you do to my brother?"

Parsons ignored the question while he dumped his load on the ground unceremoniously and tied his hands around another pole. When he was finished, he looked at Sam and replied, "Nothing he didn't deserve."

Sam tried pulling on the ropes again reopening the cuts he inflicted earlier. He was stopped when the guy in the cadet uniform grabbed a handful of his hair and rammed the back of his head against the piping. He gritted his teeth and said, "If you've done anything to him I swear…"

Parsons gave a wry grin, "You'll do nothing because you'll be dead as well as these meddlesome cadets."

"Parsons stop this now," Barcalow said. "Look if you turn yourself in now, you'll probably be shown some measure of mercy." He could tell that the tall guy was hurting from a head injury and he wanted to spare him from more pain. He tried the best thing he knew and that was negotiation.

Parsons laughed at the attempt, "You are an interesting human." He then released Sam's head while giving it a final bash against the pipe. He then walked over to Barcalow and kneeled in front of him. He continued, "You try to negotiate for your lives even when you see death is upon you."

"It's all about survival," JoAnne retorted falling back on a mantra that her uncle used when he taught her wilderness survival. She then added, "And a will to live."

"Indeed," Parsons replied, "Which is why the both of you would be fitting."

"And what is that? Cutting out our hearts?"

Sam turned to see that his brother was fully awake though his face looked like he had gone and kissed a pole. He was relieved that Dean was okay. In fact he was well enough to make a smart ass comment.

Parsons turned to face the elder Winchester and grinned, "So you decide to rejoin the land of the living. Now who would have thought that I would get two hunters in my web?"

"Do I know you? Because I'm quite sure I never saw you at the dinner table," Dean retorted.

Parsons laughed, "You really are quite amusing. I think my decision to use you for tonight was the right one. A bit of sarcasm makes things stick very nice."

"You intend to put us in a pie and eat us?" Dean was laying it on thick. He was pissed that this kid got one up on him and he was pissed that Sam was not looking good either from the blow to the head.

"Not quite but you'll see. And your pretty friend won't be able to interfere," Parsons replied.

"What did you do to her?" Sam demanded with an unexpected harshness. Dean was startled by the reaction but he hid it well. He was concerned as well but more along the lines that a partner was in trouble.

Parsons noticed the tone of inflection in the younger Winchester's voice. He considered telling it straight that he had her buried alive in the cemetery. However it was much more fun to torment with half-truths and subtleties. He hadn't had this much fun in centuries. Hell it had been damn near impossible with the exception of forcing Lowe and Fisk to rise every seventeen years. He'll milk it for what it was worth until he killed them. He replied, "Wouldn't you like to know."

Dean recognized the signs of his brother's temper rising. He realized that maybe Sam had gotten along with Angie much better than he thought. Truth be told he was concerned too. He asked, "Where is Angie?"

"Is that her name? Interesting one too. Tell me is she really like an angel?"

JoAnne winced at the mocking tones that Parsons was using. This was cruel of him torturing the hunters about their friend. She said, "Parsons please."

"Please? Are you shitting me?" Parsons wheeled to face JoAnne. "Seriously Hickerson you really think that a simple please would put an end to the fun? Pathetic."

"Hey if this is because of all the special drills you've gotten…" Barcalow started to say.

"Oh that Parsons had enough and he was grateful to you. Me, justice has to be served one way or another." Parsons looked at his captives with a sly grin. He then pulled out several rags and began to tie them on, starting with Barcalow. "Now we can't have you all making noise. No one will be able to hear you anyway but it is better to be safe than sorry and a good tactician looks at all the options."

Barcalow felt the rag thrust between his teeth. Once tied, he managed to get out, "Parsons come on. Let us go. Let Jo go. She hasn't done anything."

"Oh she will do something," Parsons replied as he went to JoAnne. He was much more gentle on her gag but he still trust it between her teeth.

JoAnne hated being manhandled and she tried to bite Parsons' finger and succeeded. Her rewards was a backhand to the face. She turned to look at Parsons and said, "I hate being manhandled."

Parsons grinned. "See I told you that you would do something." He then kneeled in front of Dean. He then fished through Dean's pockets and pulled out the CID badge and flipped it open. "Dean Smith, Special Agent. Hmm how much should I bet that one of those names isn't real?"

"Bite me bitch," Dean retorted. He grunted as the gag was shoved into his mouth.

"Not me, but you will bite the dust… Dean," Parsons replied smiling and he gave a pat with his hand to the hunter's cheek.

Dean attempted to spit at Parsons but the gag effectively prevented him from doing so. Swallowing his spit, he said, "Not if I gank you first."

Parsons chuckled, "We'll see." He then walked over to Sam holding the last gag. He stood for a moment looking down at the giant struggling. He then smiled, "And let me guess, your last name is Wesson?"

Sam didn't say a thing. His head was pounding enough that he was seeing black spots in his vision and his wrists were burning and he wanted to know if Angela was okay. He glared up at Parsons while his breathing came out in angry heaves.

Parsons seemed amused by the whole scene. He kneeled and grabbed Sam's hair and held his head firmly and said, "It doesn't matter but you are by far the most amusing of the four. In fact you remind me of me." He then forced the gag into Sam's mouth and made sure that it was tied extra tight.

Sam felt like an extra thick stick was being shoved into his mouth as the gag was tied tightly around his head. It made the headache worse and he started seeing more spots. He still managed to glare at Parsons.

Parsons continued to grin at the younger hunter while kneeling in front of him. He slowly stood up saying, "Well you all play nice and I'll see you tonight." He then walked towards the door pausing only to say, "Oh and by the way, your friend is taking a nap six feet under. Permanently."

Sam said nothing but bit hard on the gag. Dean's eyes opened in anger. He managed, "Sonofabitch!"

A/N: Oh my! What has happened to our heroes? Both brothers beaten nearly to a pulp and JoAnne and Barcalow too? Oh the horror!

Sarcasm aside I know I'm going to be branded an evil cliffhanger writer, well I already am by SPN Mum and I thank you for your encouraging reviews.

Is it over for Angela and the Winchester brothers? Will she find her way out of the grave? Will Col Henderson actually come around? Will Parsons succeed? Find out next time on Phantom of the Point...