"Mrs. Prescott, I'm Donna Truman with the FBI. Can I come in for a moment to talk about your husband?" I flash my fake badge at the grief stricken woman. She nods and I follow her inside.
We take a seat at the kitchen table and her hands wrap around a coffee mug as if to console herself. I take in her appearance and quickly rule her out as a suspect. Mrs. Prescott's eyes were blank and her black hair tangled and matted. She looked as though she hadn't slept, bathed or eaten since his death.
She reminded me of myself the weeks after Dean died. I hardly ate or left his room, his ACDC t-shirt never left my body. Sam was always gone trying to follow leads to find demons that escaped the closed gates of Hell. He had hopes that their would be a loophole to save Dean but the leads were all dead ends.
"Mrs. Prescott," I took out my notebook and pen. "Can you tell me about the days leading up to your husband's death? Anything out of the ordinary?"
"No. He went to work and came home just like always. Could this be some kind of serial killer? I mean... who would do something like this?" She takes a long drink of what I assume to be whiskey and coffee from the strong smell. Her eyes are glazed over just watching the wall behind me awaiting an answer.
The truth was I was more curious than her about her husband's death. He was found decapitated in a wooded area close to his home. I went to the morgue to look at his body and discovered he was a vampire. I was even more surprised to find his widow is a human.
"We aren't sure just yet but did he have enemies? Someone who disliked him or was obsessed with him?" Her eyes flicker to mine for an instant.
"Martin Reed. He was George's friend but 3 days ago I found Martin snooping around the house while he was sleeping. George worked overnight at a packing facility and slept all day. When I confronted Martin he said something was odd about George and he was concerned about my safety. I never told George..." Her voice trails off as she takes another sip from her mug.
"Can you tell me where Martin might be?"
o - o - o - o
Martin definently wasn't the type to kill anyone. When I appproached him in the hardware store he manages, I was taken back by his appearance. The man was short, balding and probably 200lbs overweight. I studied him as he struggled to stand up from kneeling on the floor.
He took a deep wheezing breath and finallly stood, swaying for a moment. He turned around and let out a high pitched squeal when he noticed me. I quickly apologize and tried to calm him down. This man was having such a hard time breathing I was scared he would die before I could question him.
"Mr. Reed. I'm Stacy Williams. Do you have a moment to speak in private?"
"Umm... about what?"
"I'm a member of..." I leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Monster Hunter." His eyes widen and he nods leading me to the backroom.
I had done my research... by breaking into his home. I went through his laptop and after going through tons of anime porn sites in his internet history, I found Monster Hunter. From what I gathered a hunter created a website to get tips from people with monster problems. They also had tutorials to find out if someone was a monster. The information is all accurate but I wanted to know who did this.
"Is there something wrong? Did he not find anymore?" Martin was shaking as he questioned me.
"Well Mr. Reed I am backup for the agent. I haven't been able to contact him. Did he happen to say where he was going?"
"Oh no. I hope he is okay. He said something about more..." He frantically looks around before whispering again, "vampires at the place George worked."
"Thank you." I take off running to my car. I can only hope I make it to the warehouse before this hunter kills more seemingly innocent vampires.
o - o - o - o
My heart flutters at the black Impala parked at the warehouse. Could Sam really be behind this? I hadn't seen him in a couple years. I think back to the last day I saw him.
*
Sam and I were sitting in Dean's room after he returned from a hunt. His shirt was torn and bloodied from fighting a wendigo. He was trying to talk me into hunting again. It had been months since Dean had died.
"Courtney you can't keep doing this. All you do is stay in this," he motions around the room that hasn't changed since Dean left it," shrine of Dean. Come on. Help me. Demons are gone and if we can kill all these monsters there will be less chaos. We can retire... get a real job. Settle down." He brings his hand to my face pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Sam... I don't know if I can ever hunt again or if I want to. Maybe we let the monsters run rampant and they open Hell back up for us-"
"DAMN IT COURTNEY! You need to stop. He's gone and never coming back. I get it, you know? I know you will never love me and that's fine. I - I'm leaving for another case tomorrow. When I come back I want you gone. Take what you want but leave. Find me when you find yourself."
*
I never tried to find him after that and now being this close was bringing all my supressed emotions back. I grab my machete and make my way to the side entrance of the factory.
The door opened without a sound which was a great relief. The hallways had signs making it easy to find the breakroom and employee locker room. Both rooms were empty but the breakroom fridge was full of bags of blood.
I make my way to the office rooms until I come to a door labeled Conference Room. It's locked so I hastily use my lock picking skills Sam taught me. Within a mimute the door clicks and I creep into the room.
In the middle of the room is a slumped figure tied to a metal chair. I rush to him unable to breat. My heart stops when I realize it isn't Sam. Instead my eyes meet the face of an Angel. Castiel.
His hair is grown out to his chin which is covered in a thick unruly beard. His face seems to have aged 10 years and a jean jacket has replaced his signature trench coat. What has happened to him?
"Cas," I whisper and shake his shoulder until his bright blue eyes meet mine. "Cas what's going on?"
Before he can answer I'm thrown across the room into the wall. I rub my head as a trickle of blood drips to my neck. My eyes focus on the room and I can see at least twelve vampires in the room.
"Who are you?" A woman asks taking a step forward. I can hear one ask if I'm a hunter and another suggest to murder me. She turns her head and quiets them.
"Courtney Evans. Yes I am a hunter but I'm not here to kill anyone. I was just saving my friend." I stand and throw my machete down in good faith.
The woman vampire takes another step forward. "He killed one of us."
"I know he killed George... but he's an amatuer hunter. He doesn't understand that some monsters are converting to normal lives. I do. I just helped a skinwalker last week."
"Then you may go free... but he must die for what he has done." A male announced stepping to stand beside the woman.
"I understand he killed George but killing him won't fix anything. Actually you will be doing the opposite of what George would want... and I'm not leaving witthout him." I watch as they all group together and whisper a descision. My eyes roam the room for all the possibilites if a fight were to break out.
o - o - o - o
"Thanks Courtney. I owe you one." Cas says as we walk to the cars unscathed. The vampires decided to let us go as long as we never return whicb is fine by me. I was pissed at Cas though for causing the issue.
"Whatever." I mumble and we both stop in front of Baby. I take in the beauty of her and smile at the memory of riding in her. "We need to talk Cas. Follow me."
I hop in my car and watch as he slides in Baby liike he had seen Dean do so many times before. It was odd seeing him behind the wheel but I'm sure Dean wouldn't object to how the Angel treated her.
Before I pull out of the parking lot I dial a number I hadn't in years and listen to the familiar voicemail greeting.
"Hey... Sam. I'm with Cas. I think it's time we all got together."
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