Warnings: Language, violence, murder
Present
"I'm really worried about him." Diana told another agent, Peter Sheridan, as they sat down for lunch.
"Who?" Peter asked.
"Victor." She told him. "He's obsessing over this case. Was he close to one of the victims or something?"
"I think he just wants to catch the next Richard Ramirez or John Wayne Gacy. That's it." Peter told her. "And obsession is like an addiction. It consumes your life. He got a taste of this case and he wants more."
"But trapping the brother like this? It feel more like stalking."
"It happens. He's got a few more hours to get something out of Sam Winchester. But I don't think he's going to get anything." Peter took a drink. "If his brother really is alive and is killing people, that kid's probably so brainwashed that he's not going to say anything."
"I just hope that this whole thing doesn't turn around and bite him in the ass." Diana said. Peter nodded.
"You and me both. Because we'll be the ones to pick up the pieces if it does."
2006
Dean had made a lot of progress on Baby. He only stopped to eat when he started feeling light headed and his sore muscles begged him to take five minutes. He sat in the kitchen, eating a sandwich, and staring at the ring on his finger. Whatever had Sam was going to die a painful death, Dean was sure of it.
There was a loud knocking then on the front door. Dean sighed and got up. He knew how to keep records in case it was a customer. He made sure to have a weapon ready, in case it wasn't. He slowly opened the door.
"Bobby, I got here as soon…" The girl at the door started to say, but stopped when she saw Dean. "Dean Winchester?"
"Kaelyn Wesson?" Dean asked. "What are you doing here?"
"I was going to ask you the same." She said. "Is Bobby here? He called me."
"How do you know Bobby?" He asked.
"I, well, you see…" She stuttered some. "You'll think I'm crazy."
"Try me." Dean stepped out on the porch. Kaelyn sighed.
"So, monsters are real." She told him. "I discovered it the hard way and Bobby saved my life. In return, I do research and tracking for him or to take the overflow of hunters that need help." She explained. "And I know it's crazy but…"
"It's not crazy." Dean said, opening the house to her. "Why did Bobby call you?" Kaelyn made her way in and immediately set up her computer on an empty piece of table she found.
"Sam. He's missing. Bobby asked if I had any leads, and I was in the area anyway. There was a comic convention nearby." Kaelyn explained. She waited for her laptop to start up. "Just glad the old man has Wi-Fi." She looked at Dean. "How was Palo Alto?"
"You don't want to know." Dean said, shaking his head. Kaelyn nodded.
"I didn't finish at U of M either." She told him, typing away. "Not when some glowing blue monster thing kills your girlfriend."
"Oh. I'm sorry." Dean said. Kaelyn waved him off. He played with his ring out of habit.
"I just want you to know, I may have done a search on Sam not too long ago. Wanted to see how successful my graduating class was." She cleared her throat. "Congratulations on the wedding." Dean froze. He looked at her. "I always wondered if you two were really brothers or not. I figured you weren't, that it was some love thing. But I'm glad that you two were able to find some normal."
"Uh, thanks." Dean said. Kaelyn nodded. "I...I got some things to do out back. Gotta work on my car…"
"The Impala?" Kaelyn asked. "God, I love your car. I remember you taking Sam and me to the movies in it."
"Yeah, she needs some love." Dean said, rubbing the back of his head.
"Can I offer a hand?" She asked. "It's gonna take a bit to get the scan in."
"I…" Dean started to say.
"I know how to do electrical work." Kaelyn offered. Dean sighed.
"Fine. You can keep me company." Dean sighed. Kaelyn jumped up and followed him out to the yard where the restoration work was going on.
"Oh." Kaelyn said, staring at the Impala. "Oh sweet girl."
"She's tough." Dean said, working on sanding so he could repaint. "Wanna do this so I can work on some other stuff?" Kaelyn nodded and went to work on that. They worked in relative silence with just the radio playing some classic rock. Dean was surprised at how quick he was getting things fixed. He had worked on cars before with less damage that had taken longer to fix. But the boss he had had at the time was more for money than anything.
"I should go check on the scan. And you should eat something." Kaelyn said.
"I just ate." Dean said.
"That was about five hours ago." Kaelyn told him before heading in the house. Dean was shocked. He had been so focused on working that he didn't even realize how quickly time had went by. Dean sighed and made his way inside. Kaelyn was typing away at her computer. Bobby would be back soon, Dean hoped.
"I've got something." Kaelyn said as Dean got a beer out of the fridge. He made his way over. "Four other people, all twenty-two, have went missing."
"And?" Dean asked.
"Well, could it be whatever caused Sam to go missing?" Kaelyn suggested.
"That's a thought. Good job Kaelyn." He patted her on the back, making her flinch. "You okay?"
"Yeah." She said quietly. Dean closed her laptop lid, making her look up at him.
"There wasn't a convention nearby, was there?" He asked. She looked down. "Kaelyn Wesson, you're pretty much my little sister. Now tell me what is going on."
"I ran." She said. "Things were going so good between us. We just moved to Mitchell and…" She didn't even have to finish. Dean knew what she was saying. He nodded to what she was saying.
"What's his name?" Dean asked, taking mental notes.
"Uh...Hudson. Why?" She asked.
"No reason." He snagged the keys to one of Bobby's pickup trucks. "Want some pizza? I want some pizza. And we're running low on beer."
"Want me to go get it?" Kaelyn asked.
"Nah. You stay here and do your research. I'll be back." He smirked at her before he walked out, making sure he had his favorite knife on him, preparing for the drive to Mitchell.
Dean used the browser on his phone to track down Hudson's in Mitchell. There were three. And stalking Kaelyn's MySpace page, he found pictures of the guy. He drove to the first house, but it was an old man with Navy tattoos on him. The second house though provided a better outcome.
He peered through the window and saw the douche sitting on the couch, surrounded by beer cans. Dean reached into his pocket, making sure that his knife was there. He looked around and saw no one was around. So he went to the door and rang the bell. It took a minute or so for Hudson to get to the door, so Dean rang the bell again.
"Fuck man, give me a moment." Hudson said as he opened the door. "What?"
"Hudson Davies?" Dean asked.
"Who wants to know?" Hudson asked.
"I think we need to have a little chat." He pushed Hudson back into the house by his face and slammed the front door shut.
"What the fuck man? Get out!" Hudson said. Dean punched him, knocking him to the ground. Hudson made to reach for the house phone, but Dean stepped harshly on his hand, satisfied when he heard joints pop and bones crack.
"I said I wanted to chat." Dean said, grabbing Hudson by the hair. "You hurt someone near and dear to me. You might know her. Kaelyn."
"That bitch sent you here?" Hudson asked. Dean punched him, satisfied at the bruise already spreading on his cheek.
"She didn't send me." Dean growled. "I came on my own. Because apparently, you have some trouble keeping your hands to yourself." He punched him again. "Now, here's what's going to happen. I'm going to take this knife," He held up his favorite knife. "And I'm going to slice a little here, dice a little there. And when I'm done with you, you're going to look as ugly as your soul is."
"P-please don't do this." Hudson begged.
"Is that what Kaelyn said when you beat her?" Dean spat. "Because the way I see it, you're no better than the monsters I hunt on a daily basis." With that, he placed a hand over Hudson's mouth and stabbed his knife straight into his heart. As much as he would've loved to hear those delicious screams, he didn't want to risk neighbors calling the police. But in this neighborhood, Dean wasn't even sure if they'd show up.
He looked at the tears streaming down Hudson's face as he tried to hold on, praying for some kind of help to come to his rescue. But no savior came. Instead, he got more of Dean's blade to various parts of his body, until he finally gave up and came to rest in his own blood. Dean sat back, staring at his body.
"Good riddance." Dean hissed. He got up a moment later and searched the house. He pocketed any and all cash he saw, and took a few expensive items to make it look like a botched robbery. Anything that looked like it might be important to Kaelyn, he took with him. He made sure to wipe down anywhere his prints would be. Before he left, he turned to look at the body laying in the middle of the living room, staining the already grungy carpet. Dean couldn't stop the smile that spread on his face before he turned and left.
"It's been hours." Kaelyn said as Dean came in. "Bobby called, said he's on his way back." She looked up. "Where's the pizza?"
"Forgot." Dean said. He laid her things on the table in front of her. "There's $250." He laid the cash on the table. "I borrowed $20 for gas."
"Dean?" She asked.
"Hudson won't be hurting anyone." He told her, walking away. "I'll call and have the pizza delivered." She caught a flash of red on his freckled skin. Blood. Her eyes widened and she got up, following him.
"Dean, what did you do?" She asked.
"What had to be done." He explained. "Are you going to turn me in?"
"No." She said, taking him by surprise. "I love true crime. I'd love to be apart of this story when it makes its way into some profilers textbook."
"God, you and Sammy are two peas in a pod, aren't you?" He chuckled.
"Any way I can help, just let me know." She said. "I'll order the pizza. You go get cleaned up." She gave him a quick hug before going to find a menu in Bobby's kitchen.
Tennessee
"I appreciate what you're doing for them." Jake said as him and Sam walked one wing of the prison, while Ava and Andy walked the other.
"What am I doing?" Sam asked.
"Playing it cool, even though I know you're just as freaked out as the rest of us." Jake told him. Sam nodded. He was scared, but not of where they were. Of what Azazel wanted with him.
"So, you were in Afghanistan when this happened?" Sam asked. Jake nodded.
"Yeah. I was just ready to go home." Jake sighed. "I loved my job, but the death, it just got too much. Watching innocent children being killed and then your best friend from high school getting sent home without the use of his legs…"
"Sorry." Sam said. Jake just shrugged.
"I just had gotten done telling one of my buddies I was ready to go home, then I went to bed in my barracks. I woke up here." Jake explained to Sam. "My friend just sort of chuckled and said I'd be out of there before I knew it. I thought he meant my tour would be up soon."
"It must have been him." Sam said.
"That yellow eyed freak. I'm going to kill him." Jake said. Sam nodded. "So, you were in a car accident?"
"Yeah. Dean and I were heading for a quiet weekend when a truck came out of nowhere and hit us." Sam said. "I had a vision of him dying and I went to the chapel and I prayed. He told me he could save him. I shouldn't have believed him, but I was so blinded by what I saw that...that I had to." Sam laughed some, but had tears in his eyes. "And the ironic part is, Dean wasn't even hurt that bad. He just needed to rest. And now I'm here in a fucking prison." Sam picked a piece of splintered wood off the floor and chucked it at the wall.
"We're going to get out." Jake said. "We've just got to figure it out so we don't get our necks broken like poor Lily." Sam played with his wedding band, a nervous habit that he had done ever since Dean had given him the ring.
"This place is disgusting." Ava said, looking at everything around her. "We're probably breathing in black mold as we speak!"
"I think that's the least of our problems." Andy said. "That man royally fucked up our lives. Even if we can go back…"
"Oh, I'm going back." Ava said. Andy rolled his eyes.
"If we get to go back, your fiance is dead and you just disappeared. How is that going to look on you?" Andy asked. Ava started to open her mouth to speak. "And my home and car are gone. I have nothing to go back there. And I guarantee you, the cops found my stash."
"Oh god." Ava said. "I just wanted to have a break from the planning stress. That was it!"
"I know, I know." Andy said, rubbing her back. "We're going to get out of here."
"But you just said that if we get out, our lives are over." She told him. He sighed. He was not good about talking to people. That was something his brother used to tease him about, but he wasn't much better. "I don't even remember the last time I ate."
"I'm starving." Andy said. "I don't suppose you'd want some grilled rat." He watched a rat scamper across the floor, earning a glare from Ava. With no electricity, it was getting dark inside. They were all going to meet in the main part and try to start a fire soon, using what few resources they had. They were getting ready to turn around and head back to find Sam and Jake when each of them breathed out a white cloud.
"Oh no, not again." Ava gasped. A form flickered in front of them then. He was wearing a striped uniform, much like the one Ava had faced before had on. His eyes were lifeless as he reached out for Ava and Andy.
"Get back!" Andy called out.
"Sam used one of the bars to fight it last time." Ava said, running over to one of the cells. Andy did the same, pulling on the bars but they wouldn't budge.
"Oh come on!" Andy said as he pulled. He looked back over to where the ghost had been standing, just to find him gone. "Ava?"
"Where'd he go?" She asked, looking at the same spot. Her breath showed again and she turned around to be face to face with the ghost. "ANDY!" She screamed. He ran over to try to get the ghost away from her, but the ghost grabbed her by the hair and repeatedly into the bars.
"Stop!" Andy said, running at the ghost. He ran through him, falling to the ground along with Ava. Andy started to shiver from the cold, his insides feeling like they were turning to ice. He groaned and pushed himself, looking over at Ava. "Ava?" HE asked, but she didn't answer. "Sam! Jake!"
His voice echoed through the halls of the prison. Sam and Jake raced towards him, seeing him cradling Ava's body in his arms. His skin was white from the cold as he shivered.
"Andy, what happened?" Sam asked.
"G-ghost." Andy said, his teeth chattering from the cold.
"Yeah, those things as pesky." The woman from earlier said, walking up to them. "Oh, I'm gonna need you to move." She pushed Andy away from Ava and said the same Latin she said as she stood over Lily's body. The same light come out of Ava's mouth and she collected it.
"What are you doing?" Sam demanded. The woman smiled at him.
"Oh Sammy, I have my orders." She laughed. "I can't kill you guys. I'm just here to collect this." She shook the vial, laughing.
"Who are you?" Jake asked. She smiled.
"Sammy knows me. We go way back."
"Meg." Sam growled. She winked at him.
"I'll be back for that one soon." She motioned at Andy. "See you soon." With that, she was gone, leaving the three men alone.