Freaks and Geeks Part 1
Conway Springs, Kansas
The Impala pulled into the police station parking lot, pulling into one of the nearby parking spaces.
"So, what are we looking at again?" Angela asked.
Dean reached into the back seat and grabbed a newspaper that had been lying next to Grace's car seat. Dean handed the newspaper over to Angela.
"Two young women found near the freeway with their throats ripped out." Angela and Sam read simultaneously.
"Sounds vampy to me." Dean sighed.
"Yeah, maybe." Sam agreed.
"Listen, if you want to take a knee on this one if you're not feeling up to it…" Dean suggested.
Sam's brows furrowed. "What?"
"You know, the trials, what Cas said that you got what he can't cure," Dean replied.
"Hmm, which means what, exactly?" Sam raised his brows.
"Well, I don't know." Dean shrugged. "You tell us. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Are you guys okay?"
"Us?" Angela's brows furrowed.
"Yeah." Sam nodded. "Um, Cas dinged you both up pretty good."
"And?" Dean asked, confused.
"And I just wanted to make sure you guys are okay."
"What, like our feelings?" Dean scoffed.
"If that's what you want to talk about, sure." Sam nodded.
"Okay." Dean pursed his lips. "I'll tell you what. Why don't I go get some, uh, herbal tea."
"Okay." Sam rolled his eyes.
"And you can find some cowboy junkies on the dial." Dean continued.
"Eat me, Dean." Sam retorted as he got out of the Impala.
Angela just shook her head and chuckled, following Sam's lead. She opened the back seat door and unbuckled Grace.
"Good talk," Dean said sarcastically as he got out of the Impala. "Nay, great talk! Very healthy!"
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Sam, Dean, and Angela flashed their FBI badges to the Sheriff. Angela adjusted Grace in her arms a bit.
"FBI? You're here about the Lady Killer Murders, aren't you?"
"The Lady Killer Murders?" Angela raised her brow.
"Yeah, coined it myself." The Sheriff replied proudly.
"Congratulations. What can you tell us?" Dean asked.
"Well, both victims were female, under 21, and here's the kicker—they were drained of all their blood."
"Huh," Sam replied.
"Exactly." The Sheriff nodded. "We found that strange, also. But then last night, things got even stranger."
"Last night?" Angela asked curiously.
"Yeah." The Sheriff turned the computer monitor on the desk to show the three hunters a surveillance video. "We set up a security cam on Fuller's Point for safety purposes. It's where our local young people like to go make out. Last night, things got crazy."
The Sheriff pressed play on the video and the three hunters watched the footage of Krissy, Aiden, and Josephine. Dean frowned deeply when he recognized Krissy.
"Hell of a thing, ain't it?" the Sheriff asked.
"Uh, you I.D. any of these people?" Angela asked.
"Well, not yet. Crime scene was empty when we got there. No vic, no nothing." He answered. "Uh, I'm thinking it's some kind of cult or a drug thing. So, I put a statewide A.P.B. out on these three about an hour ago."
"I'm gonna need you to call that off," Dean commanded. "And we're gonna need this footage."
"What?" the Sheriff frowned.
"Sheriff, why do you think we're here? You just crossed streams with a federal investigation." Dean replied harshly. "Now, I suggest you cooperate, call off your A.P.B., or you're gonna find yourself in a world of hurt."
"Uh… right." The Sheriff complied, obviously confused.
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Sam, Dean, and Angela walked out of the station and towards the Impala.
"So, what was that all about, G-man?" Sam questioned.
"Either of you remember Krissy Chambers?" Dean retorted.
"Uh, yeah, the Vetalas case, right?" Angela replied. "They were working that truck stop by the freeway. She and her dad helped us shut 'em down."
"Right," Dean nodded. "And then he promised to go civilian, so she wouldn't grow up to be a hunter. Well, guess who the star of this snuff film is?"
"Come on." Sam groaned. "Well, maybe he doesn't know she's doing this."
"What, sneaking out in the middle of the night to go hunt monsters with the Apple Dumpling gang?" Dean scoffed. "Is that what kids are doing for kicks these days?"
"Okay," Angela sighed. "Then maybe he knows, and he's helping her out."
Dean raised his brows. "What, get caught on 'Candid Camera'? Let's just go find her before she gets into any more trouble."
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Sam managed to pick the lock to Krissy's hotel room and the three hunters walked inside. Suddenly, there were the sounds of a gun cocking behind them.
"Hey, Krissy." Dean greeted, turning around to face her.
"What are you three doing here?" she demanded.
"Saving your bacon, that's what."
"Does it look like my bacon needs saving?" she raised a brow. "Wait. How'd you find me? I paid cash everywhere."
"Only two hotels within a 20-mile radius, and we paid cash, too—just more." Dean retorted.
Krissy rolled her eyes. "Freaking clerk."
"Krissy, where's your dad?" Angela asked gently as she adjusted Grace in her arms.
"Dead." She replied. "Well, let's do this again, like, never. Now go. We got this."
"We who?" Sam questioned.
"And got what?" Dean added.
Krissy walked back over to the laptop. "A vampire."
Dean's brows shot up. "Sorry. A what?"
The three hunters walked over to watch the live video with Krissy.
"We're in. The room's clear. Nobody in here but a vic." Josephine's voice rang through.
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Sam, Dean, and Angela burst into the room where the woman was being held against her will. The vampire turned and saw the three hunters before he jumped out of a nearby window. Dean walked over to the window and looked outside. The vampire ran across the street towards a blue van.
"I got him!" Krissy yelled.
Dean frowned. "You…" he stepped away from the window to chase Krissy. "Son of a bitch."
"We need to call an ambulance!" Angela stressed.
"Ambulance is on its way," Josephine replied. "She's in shock. I'll stabilize her. We'll leave her here for the paramedics."
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Dean burst out of a side door of the hotel and ran down the street where Krissy held a tranquilizer gun up as she chased the vampire.
"Please! Don't shoot me!" he begged.
Krissy shot the vampire in the leg next to his knee and he fell to the ground.
"Don't shoot me!" he pleaded. "Please, don't—Please… it hurts so bad!"
"How did you drop him so quickly?" Dean's brows furrowed.
"Dart's filled with dead man's blood," Krissy explained.
"Where's the blue van?" Dean looked around.
"What blue van?"
"The blue van that he was bolting to?" he raised his brows. "Never mind."
Dean took out a knife from his side holster to kill the vampire, but Krissy stopped him.
"Wait, stop!" she exclaimed. "This is not your kill."
"What are you talking about?" Dean asked, confused.
"Three months ago, this blood banger snuck into a house and killed three people in their sleep," Josephine explained as she walked up.
"What?!" the vampire exclaimed. "No! I didn't do that!"
"One was a woman—never hurt anyone!" Josephine continued. "The other two, a brother and a sister."
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"I came home from a friend's house, and I found them. They were my family!" Josephine yelled.
"This isn't happening." The vampire shook his head. "I didn't do anything. I swear. Please, help me!"
Josephine ignored his please and sliced his head off with her machete. Dean looked around, hoping that there were no witnesses around. Angela immediately covered Grace's eyes, and Sam just looked angry.
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Krissy walked up behind Josephine to comfort her. "It's okay. It's over."
"We need to talk to you privately," Dean told Krissy firmly.
"You know this guy?" Aiden asked, brows furrowed.
"Yeah." She sighed. "We have a past."
Dean and Krissy walked a few feet away. Dean folded his arms across his chest.
"Alright," he started. "So, you're gonna have to catch me up. What—did your dad, uh—he couldn't quit the life, could he?"
"No, he did. For a while, it was amazing." Krissy replied. "We had dinner every night at a table. We watched TV, went on walks. Even went to the mall."
"And then?" Dean asked.
"And then… the past came a-knockin'. I woke up one morning and found him dead… his throat ripped out." She explained.
Dean sighed heavily. "Well, I'm sorry."
"Me too. If it weren't for Josephine and Aiden, I don't know how I would have made it."
"So, they both lost their families, as well?" Dean's brows furrowed.
"Yeah," Krissy nodded. "The same vamps we're hunting together—a nest."
"Well, look, I am sorry to rain on your parade, but you are way too young to be doing this."
"You're never too young to kill monsters, especially the ones that kill your family," Krissy argued.
"Hunting isn't all about killing and revenge." Dean reminded. "I thought we had this chat last time. Do you have any, uh—do you have any family that's still out there?"
"An aunt in Cincinnati." She shrugged. "Why?"
"'Cause you're packing a bag, and we're taking you there."
"I think Victor's gonna have a problem with that." She retorted.
"Victor?" Dean raised his brows.
"He took us in, showed us everything we know."
"Wait," Dean frowned. "So, what are we talking here? Some sort of kid's school for hunters?"
Krissy rolled her eyes dramatically. "Don't be such a dweeb, okay? We're not the X-Men. Victor's helping us get revenge."
"Yeah, well, I don't care what he is." Dean snapped. "He sucks. 'Cause you and your little crew here got caught. And if it wasn't for me, your faces would be splattered all over the news."
"Well, you know, so what?!" she yelled. "Maybe it's time that people know the truth about what's really going bump in the night."
"Oh, and cause panic? Create mayhem?" Dean scoffed. "Yeah, that's a great plan."
"Look, I don't need you to save me, Dean. I'm not a little kid anymore." She replied before storming away.
"Wow," Dean muttered.
Krissy walked over to Josephine and Aiden and helped them wrap the dead vampire in a plastic bag. Dean walked over to Sam and Angela, who stood a few feet away from the teenagers.
"What happened?" Angela asked.
"Teenagers, that's what." Dean sighed. "You guys are so in for it when Grace grows up."
"Don't remind us," Sam muttered. "She tell you about Victor?"
"Yeah." Dean nodded. "What do we think?"
"Well, didn't we meet up with a hunter named Victor one time in Spokane?" Angela asked.
Dean thought for a moment. "That's a long time ago. I haven't heard about him since."
Sam sighed. "Alright, so, these kids are—
"Dangerous and off their meds?" Dean suggested. "Yeah, no kidding."
"So, what? We go and talk to Victor?" Angela asked.
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The Impala and a red station wagon pulled up to a house and parked. Everyone got out and started to walk towards the house.
"Not what I'd call a compound," Dean muttered.
Everyone walked into the house. Sam, Dean, and Angela walked in and looked around.
"Huh," Dean mumbled.
"What's wrong?" Krissy asked.
"It's just not what I expected." Dean shrugged.
"And what was that?"
"A little more 'Lord of the Flies', less Huxtables."
"Sorry to disappoint." Victor chuckled as he walked down the stairs. "Victor Rogers."
"We met—a Rugaru hunt in Washington." Sam reminded. "I'm Sam. This is my wife, Angela, my brother Dean, and my daughter Grace."
"Oh, yes. The Winchesters. Right." Victor smiled.
Josephine walked up slowly looking at the hunters then back at Victor who then hugged her tightly.
"Hey." He murmured. "Better now?"
"Much." She nodded.
"And what do we always say?"
"Move on, but never forget."
"Good." Victor nodded. "Now, don't you have a trig test in the morning?"
Josephine smiled and walked upstairs. Aiden walked from the kitchen with an apple in his hands. Victor looked at him questioningly.
"Oh, I'm good, Vic," Aiden said. "No test. I'm just gonna chill, play video games."
"Yeah, keep dreaming." Victor retorted. "Because I asked you to clean your room twice and you still haven't done it. Go one."
Aiden rolled his eyes and walked up the stairs. Krissy walked over to stand in front of Victor.
"And you." He smiled.
"A full report about the hunt on your desk by morning." She smiled back. "Okay. I'll be in my room."
Krissy walked upstairs and Victor turned to look at the three hunters.
"Drink?"
"Sure." Dean pursed his lips.
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Dean, Sam, and Angela sat on one of the couches and Victor sat in a chair across from them. Angela held Grace in her lap.
"So, these kids go to school—like, school-school, real school?" Sam asked.
"Yes, and they're doing incredibly well considering all they've been through."
"Okay, so how does this work?" Dean asked. "What, after—after soccer practice and—and the bake sale, they, uh, chop vampires' heads off?"
"Well, yeah." Victor nodded. "I think a balanced approach is best, don't you?"
"They're kids." Angela retorted. "They shouldn't be hunting at all. You got to break this up right now."
"When I found them, they were lost, confused, angry. I gave them family and purpose." Victor explained. "And you want to take all that away? Why?"
"So they don't get killed," Sam replied.
"They know the risks."
"Yeah, but why take them?" Angela questioned.
"Because the next generation of hunters has to be better," Victor replied.
"Better than what?" Sam's brows furrowed.
"Better than us." Victor sighed. "Oh, come on, guys. I know your friends. I mean, Martin was insane. And somebody obviously dropped Garth on his head when he was a baby. And I know you three loved that Bobby guy, but he was a barely functioning alcoholic."
"Watch it," Dean warned.
"No disrespect meant, but Josephine is an all-state athlete and National Merit scholar. Aiden is so fast he could pick your pocket before you could even blink. And Krissy, oh she's just a natural-born leader and hunter."
"So what?" Dean scoffed.
"So, these kids are the cream of the crop," Victor replied. "They are the Beatles. They are the dream team. And once they get their revenge… they'll be better hunters than any of us ever dreamed of."
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Sam, Dean, and Angela walked down the front path of Victor's house.
"This is crazy," Dean commented.
"Is it?" Sam sighed. "They got a pretty good life."
"Kids aren't supposed to hunt, Sam," Angela argued.
"We did." Sam shrugged.
"Yeah, and look what that did for us." Dean scoffed.
"Well, maybe they're doing it right. Maybe they can hunt and have a real life."
"You know it doesn't work like that." Angela reminded. "And I sure as hell hope you're not taking pointers from Victor, because Grace won't be hunting until she's old enough to make that decision herself."
"Angie—
"No." she replied firmly. "We won't lie to her about what we do, but I want her to have the option of living a normal life. Understood?"
Sam sighed and nodded. "Alright, well, what do you guys want to do about this? 'Cause Victor's not gonna stop this."
Dean pursed his lips. "They said they were hunting a nest, right?"
"Yeah." Sam nodded.
"Well, let's hunt it for 'em," Dean suggested. "Well, that way, until we can figure out what to do with Victor, they stay safe."
"Alright, um… So, what's your move?" Sam asked.
"I want to talk to that girl who was tied up at the hotel," Dean muttered. "Something didn't smell right about that. Why don't you two stay here and look after the Brady Bunch?"
Sam and Angela nodded the turned to walk back into the house. Dean got into the Impala and drove off. Soon after, a blue van pulled up across the street, a hooded male in the driver's seat.
A/N: Hey, guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I absolutely loved writing this one :) Krissy was definitely one of my favorite recurring characters, I hope they bring her back at some point. Thank you so much for the recent reviews! Your feedback means the world to me :) Love you guys xoxo.
~Emily