May 13, 2006, Noon-ish
When they pulled into the parking lot, Nic jumped out quickly with a smile on her face. Her car was sitting in the lot next to where Dean had pulled the Impala in. She walked to the front of her car, looked at it and then leaned over the hood, and hugged the car. Sam looked a little confused, but Dean chuckled, it was actually pretty cute, he thought. She hadn't talked much over lunch. He and Sam had to carry the conversation, talking mostly small talk. Toward the end Dean had brought up what to look into next, and mentioned wanting to look into the crime scene photos and such.
"Okay, I like her now. She's cool." Dean walked over to Sam and smirked. Any girl who'd hug her car was okay. Sam couldn't help a little laugh.
They headed into the motel room to find Alex and Kris sitting on the bed, Alex had the laptop in front of her. The TV was on, despite the fact she appeared to have head phones on and was bouncing a bit to some tune, and Kris actually had a guitar in her lap kind of strumming. There was also a bag of Doritos, Oreos, and a half eaten pizza on the bed with them. When the guys and Nic walked in, Kris set aside her guitar. Alex glanced at them, and pulled her headphones off. Her hair was still damp from showering, and she seemed to be wearing nothing but a tee shirt and panties, which the guys got a pretty good look at when she shifted her legs. Purple with green trim. "Okay, I found something interesting. You know how dad could never seem to find cases beyond thirty or so years and very few beyond the US, well, it took some doing, and translating a site that was in Russian, but I found more, a lot more actually. Records of unexplained and strange 'animal' attacks going back to like the 15th century. All women, both married and single, and a variety of ages. The bodies all described the same way that dad did. There aren't tons, maybe every few years or so, with some clustered and some big gaps of even a decade in between. But there's definitely more."
"Seriously? What else?" Nic rushed over to the bed and sat next to her sister to look at the computer. The site was all in Russian, which Nic didn't really know, but Alex had taken a shine to European languages other than the Latin based ones. Some she only knew mildly, but she was pretty good with Russian and German. Nic could figure a few things, but those more 'common' Latin based languages had always been easier for her.
Kris shifted, she'd learned a little Latin, Spanish, in school, and had tried to take hold on some of the ones Alex seemed to know, but she just hadn't latched on. She was usually good with research, but this one had been Alex's thing. Kris supposed everyone had a skill base and languages just weren't in hers so much.
"Well, most of the records read pretty much like all the others that dad dug up, but there was one that sounded more detailed. It was a lone case in Vladivostok, Russia in 1721. The examiner noted that the cuts and bites didn't look like any animal he'd heard of, and that there was a marking on the bottom of her right foot. He didn't know what it meant, but believed it to be Sanskrit." Alex continued, glancing up at the guys who had walked over to the bed and were looking over the girls' shoulders. "There unfortunately was no note of what the marking looked like."
"I say we get a look at that woman's body, see if she has any markings on her foot or anywhere else. I doubt the funeral home is very crowded at night. We could sneak in take a camera with us, and take a close up look." Nic suggested, and was received by a nod from Alex, slightly surprised looks from the guys, and a crinkled up nose from Kris. Kris also wasn't good with dead things, well the actual bodies of dead people where they still looked like people and not bones.
"Uh, yeah, that would be a good idea." Dean managed to get out of his mouth after a moment. When Nic gave him a mischievous smile, he smiled back. This could end up being fun.
Sam looked much less certain than his brother and the girls but nodded, "okay, so what do we do until then?"
"Chill out." Alex said, flopping back on the bed and sticking her headphones back in her ears.
"Good idea." Dean smiled again and grabbed the half full bag of chips and then stood up only long enough to drop back onto the other bed.
"You guys can really rest before we're about to break into a funeral home to look at the brutalized body of a dead woman?" Sam was still in a little shock at the whole prospect. He wasn't fond of breaking and entering. And he really wasn't fond of dead bodies. So the two put together, kind of made him uneasy. He noticed that he wasn't the one cringing the most though, that was definitely Kris.
"Alex can rest before, during, or after just about anything." Nic was still staring at the computer screen. She was trying to see if she could dig up any other foreign sites that might have been beyond her father's scope of searching. He'd only latched onto the internet during the last couple years of his life, and even in 2000, there was a lot less to find out there, and a lot harder to find it than there was now.
"It's just a part of the magic of being Alex." Alex said with a laugh and grabbed at the Oreos. Dean chuckled again, any of his bad feelings from earlier pretty much forgotten. He'd decided he liked these girls, they seemed smart, funny, tough, daring, and pretty hot too.
Sam kind of grinned and shook his head, and then looked at Kris, "where'd the guitar come from?" He realized he hadn't seen it before, and didn't recall any guitar shaped bags that the girls had with them.
"We left them in the car, so when we got the car back, we got them back. We all play a bit." Kris smiled, almost blushed a little. She wasn't really one to toot her own horn, but the girls were all actually pretty good.