The Supernatural World of Vladimir and Viktor, Chapter 26
Bright and early in the morning, Andros was wakened by a knock on the hotel room door. He looked around the room. Dean had rolled back over to the other side of their bed and Sam was awake in the other bed, immersed in his laptop as he was the night before.
"Boys?" Jill called from the other side of the connecting door to her room. "Are you up? I'm going downstairs to feed off of the breakfast bar."
"'Kay," Sam said. "We'll join you in a little bit."
Andros smiled to himself, remembering the night before. Then he worried a bit if he could stand up with the Winchesters in the raid to come. He extended his fingernails a bit. For a little guy he still had his vampire strength and his mesmerization power was good enough to put any non-vampire to sleep at a glance. He would try his best to make the brothers regard him as an equal.
Dean stirred. Then he sat up on his side of the bed saying, "I need a beer. Is there still some in the fridge?"
"Pancakes and coffee in the lobby," piped up Sam. "Probably cereal, probably even your Captain Crunch if Jill had her say on the menu."
Dean perked up and forgot about the beer. Out of bed and towards the bathroom, shedding his shorts on the way. "First dibs on the hot water!"
Andros' eyes follow the man all the way around the corner and he sat up straight when Dean poked his head back around the corner to say, "Andy! Come on, get ready. It's free food. We have bad guys to kill!"
Sam slammed shut his laptop. "You go next Andros. I'm going down now. I'll clean up while you two eat."
He pulled on jeans from the laundered clothes pile, and threw a tee-shirt over his shoulder on his way to the door.
Sam looked back to Andros before exiting. "You know, Dean had been a gloomy Gus since Castiel started spending less time with us. I think you might have become his Cas replacement. Don't be surprised if he starts acting like your daddy. He seems to like you."
Jill was working on a plate of bacon when Sam reached the lobby.
"Coffee's fresh," she announced.
Sam filled a cup and filled a plate. He sat across from Jill.
Jill brought up what Andros learned from the spellbook from the Black Widows clubhouse. "Andros says the deity that the Black Widows worshiped is associated with a mythological figure named Arachne. Not a god, but she gained supernatural powers when Athena turned her into a spider. Where would we find a Greek god-like creature?"
"I don't think we've ever tracked a deity to a other-worldly home base. We have always found them on Earth," said Sam. "But the spiders were being called from somewhere that we don't know. There wasn't a place on the property for her to be residing,"
"Wouldn't Arachne be in Hades with the other Greek gods and goddesses?"
"I guess so. If it were Hell, Cas could investigate. I don't think even he knows where Hades is. It wouldn't be as easy as walking through one of Eddie's portals."
Jill thought for a moment. "Has anyone asked Eddie if he has a portal to Hades?"
Dean plopped a plate of bacon, eggs and hash browns on the table. Andros arrived not much later. They feasted, gathered their gear from their rooms and were soon on their way down the street to the Carpathia Transport building.
"That's our truck," said Jill as they reached the building. She pointed to a truck with a green stripe and the words 'Frontier Bulk Imports' down its side.
"F.B.I. Really?" groaned Sam.
"I didn't name it," Jill said in her defense. "It's a valid subsidiary of a company that ships international freight for the government. What's nice about these trucks is that you can drop the back seat in the cab and craw into the trailer. Notice that the trailer is docked, so we have an easy entry into the building."
"So we stuff the dead vampire bodies into the trailer and some FBI agent will come and drive it away?" asked Dean.
"No. We're going to drive it away. We'll drop it off in Memphis, where an official cleaning crew will dispose of the bodies. Our ICE agents spent the night in our hotel, too. Once they see the truck is gone, they will raid the place and rescue the trafficked humans as each truck comes in."
"Bum bum ba da bum bum ba da bum bum ba da bum bum," Sam chanted the theme to 'Mission Impossible' to himself. This whole thing was so organized. He and Dean were used to playing everything by ear. This was going to be too anti-dramatic.
The foursome climbed into the cab, dropped the back seat and rolled into the trailer as planned. The gate to the trailer was up as planned. The dock was quiet as planned.
Three vampires stood on the dock looking quizzically into the trailer. Not as planned.
"Time to slay," announced Dean and drew out his dagger. The vampires were offed in quick fashion and the bodies were dragged to the far end of the trailer.
Andros, being the company accountant, had the most valid reason to be here, so he ventured first across the dock. He muttered to himself–actually into a microphone on his jacket–about who was where along the halls and rooms he crossed through to the records room. He pressed his hand against where his dagger was tucked in his pants.
Jill, Dean and Sam could hear Andros through their ear pieces. Only Andros had a microphone and he had no ear piece. The other three could hear him but could not speak. It's all they figured they would need.
The F.B.I. truck had been docked near the far end of the dock and doors at that end were locked. So that left only for them to walk as nonchalantly as they could along the dock and check for open doors. A couple of other trucks had been backed into place but the trailer gates had not yet been raised.
Through their ear pieces they heard Andros going,"Bum bum ba da bum bum." Darn that TV show theme was infectious. Then he began describing his route, "Turning right down red hall. No activity. End of hall turn left towards records room. Past office. Oh, shit!"
Dean, Sam and Jill quickened their pace.
They heard a knocking and Andros speaking again. "Mr. Griswald. What are you doing here?"
"Andros," said Griswald with some surprise in his voice. "What are YOU doing here. I was told you abandoned me."
"No, no," assured Andros. "I'm still with you. It's auditing time. I've been slipping unannounced into our various facilities and checking the books. I'm on my way to the records room right now."
Andros stayed put and tried to extend the conversation. "I don't think I have ever seen you in one of the satellite sites, Mr. Griswald. Is there anything wrong here?"
"Some of our truck drivers haven't been completing their routes," groused Griswald. "And no one seems to be able to explain why."
"Well I can probably pinpoint where the problem is when I audit the books," confirmed Andros. "I'll start right now. I'll be in the records room."
He walk carefully to the records room thinking to himself that he should have walked into the office and tried to kill Griswald. No, that would have been stupid. He was a weakling compared to the corporate owner. As an alpha vampire, Griswald was much stronger and much quicker. Andros decided to just stay in the records room until Dean, Sam or Jill came down the hall be their back-up.
As Sam and Dean hurried up the red hall, Jill noticed the laundry carts in an open janitor's room. Perfect! She shoved one towards the bodies slain on the dock. Then a second one.
As she turned back to follow Sam and Dean, the woman's washroom door opened and a gray-eyed woman stepped out, surprised to see blue-eyed Jill with the carnage behind her. The woman opened her mouth to shout for help and got a dagger shoved through her larynx.
But a stab in the throat doesn't kill a vampire, so Jill pulled out the dagger and slashed it across one side of the woman's neck, leaving her to lash about on the floor.
"Die, dammit!," hiss Jill. She rolled the woman over and stepped on her back. A slash across the back of the neck finally severed the head altogether and it dropped to the floor.
Jill wiped her dagger on the vampire's uniform and checked both lavatories for occupants. Nobody else there. She by-passed the red hall and went on to find any unlocked doors further down the dock.
Sam and Dean were at the end of the red hall. Sam pulled out his dagger. Dean chose to use his kill-all weapon, his Colt 45. Dealing with Griswald called for it.
The brothers stooped down to rush around the corner, then rose to enter the office where a surprised Christopher Griswald stood up from his seat behind the desk. An eye-blink later he was standing in front of the desk, glaring at them as they pushed through the doorway.