Ok, So I've just begun writing again, and I was about to save and upload a chapter when I realized that I had an already written chapter I thought I had posted but didn't so here it is
, hope you like it and remember to review; it's always good to get some constructive criticism.
Nick Strokes walked out of the crime lab, out into the parking lot and withdrew his car keys, suddenly he heard something, he turned around and found Dean standing right behind him, "You called me"
"Jesus! You scared me"
"You said there was a strange case?"
"Yeah, three murders, same M.O. so far, people are saying it's a serial killer, we still haven't found a connection between the victims"
"So what's the M.O.?"
"Heart attack"
"And you believe it's murder?"
"All of them perfectly healthy"
"So you thought this would be up my ally?"
"Not at first, heart attacks could be induced by a number of different chemical products"
"Then what made you think of me?"
"We tested the bodies, there was no trace of anything that could have caused the heart attacks, and then…" Nick reached into his coat and took out a picture, "the third victim" he handed the picture to Dean for him to examine.
The image showed a man lying on the ground, surrounded by broken glass; above the man there was a message written on the wall with blood, "Stay Away from the Mirrors!"
"So you think the Mirrors killed him?" Dean laughed.
"I know how it sounds, but listen to this; there were mirrors in all three crime scenes, this last guy, he locked himself in a windowless room, there was no way in or out of the room, and the coroner says the only possible explanation for those heart attacks was fear"
"Wait, did you say fear?"
"yeah …why? You know something?"
"Maybe; I'm not sure" Dean began to walk away, "I'll get back to you tomorrow"
Dean entered an abandoned warehouse on the dessert outside of the city, with a box. He placed the box on the ground and begun drawing a devil's trap surrounded by several other symbols, he placed a small bowl in the center and threw several herbs in it then opened the box to reveal a rattle snake.
With one hand he grabbed the snake, ignoring it's bite as he raised a knife with the other hand and with one quick slash decapitated the reptile, making sure all the blood fell into the bowl at the center of the devil's trap.
He threw the still recoiling corpse away and stepped back as a cloud of smoke began to appear and take shape inside the devil's trap, "Hello Dean, how nice of you to invoke me here, I must say this is a surprise, I didn't think you were ever that fond of me"
"Cut the crap Barbas"
"Still as charming as ever I see" the old man said as he stepped out of the devil's trap without so much as flinching, "But you have change, there's something about you that seems different from the last time I saw you in hell" Barbas stepped closer to Dean, "Oh, I see, you have your soul back; well, sorry to disappoint you, but it doesn't change anything you know? It doesn't change who…or should I say, what you are!"
"I know" Dean said calmly, "Now cut the bull and listen, I summoned you hear for a reason"
"Really, now that's interesting what could Dean Winchester need the Demon of fear for? I wonder"
"I need to ask you a question"
"And whatever could it be?"
"Have you killed anyone in Las Vegas lately?"
"Vegas you say?" Barbas took his hand up to his chin, "I don't believe I have, not lately anyway; but what if I had? What would you have done?"
Dean looked at him coldly then turned away, "That is all, you may go"
"Glad to be of assistance" Barbas vowed and burned up in flames as he turned around to leave.
"For someone who hates so much what he's become, you sure make use of your new abilities" Sam Oliver said as he walked into the warehouse.
"Great, what do you want?"
"To talk"
"Then Talk, I ain't got all night"
"You need to be more careful, if Lucifer finds out I gave you back your soul he'll…"
"He'll what? It doesn't matter if I have my soul or not, I am what I am! Right?"
"Yeah, but he enjoyed your performances a lot more when you didn't have your soul"
"Look if you're here to reprimand me, I…"
"No, sorry I…I'm just looking out for you; I know you don't believe me, but we really are on the same team here"
"Yeah, I believe you" Dean answered coldly, "but we play by different rules, I try to be human, while you…you're just a conniving liar; just like your fa…"
"Hey!" Sam placed his hand on Dean's neck and the hunter quickly fell to his knees as if weakened, "You're new to this, but I've been the devil's whore for a long time now, and believe me; in this game, there are no rules, but the devil's rules!" Sam let go of him and turned away, "You're going to have to learn them and live by them…if you want to survive" Sam began to walk away, "Oh and Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"What you're looking for here, it's not a demon" and with that being said Sam Oliver vanished into thin air.
Nick sat next to Dean on a park bench and removed his sunglasses, "So? Did you find anything?"
"Nope" Dean answered as he went over the crime scene pictures again checking if he'd missed anything, "So far all I've found was a dead end, how about you?"
"You kidding? The case's a complete mystery to everyone at the crime lab, no one knows what the hell's going on"
"Good news there, as far as I know, hell has nothing to do with this"
"Yeah" Nick smiled then noticed Dean's face, "Oh…you're serious?"
"Talked to a demon last night, says he doesn't know anything about this"
"Wow, you guys really are the real deal…speaking of which, where is Sam?"
"Doesn't matter, he's away working on something else"
"Ooookay" Nick noticed he'd pressed a button, "So what do we do now? We can't just wait for another victim to appear"
"No we can't, tell me more about the victims so far"
"Well, the first was a woman living in the suburbs, killed in her own living room, but no witnesses"
"Okay, what about the second?"
"Teenager, he'd gotten a fake ID went in to the flamingo looking for easy money, according to surveillance he suddenly began to panic, ran through the slots and fell dead in the middle of the casino"
"So it could have been the pressure of knowing that what he was doing was illegal"
"No matter how stressed he was, he was young and healthy, there's no way stress could make his heart explode like that"
"Very well, and the third?"
"Lawyer, he was at his home, from whet we could find he was a health nut; exercise, low fat foods, wheat grass drinks, you know the type"
"And he's the man from the picture?"
"Yeah"
"Can we go to these crime scenes? See if there's anything you missed?"
"I guess; Crime Lab's still got a warrant to access them, so I guess I can take you but…"
"But?"
"You're a wanted criminal aren't you, there's bound to be police securing the area"
"Charges were dropped, now let's go" Dean said as he climbed onto his truck.
The Ford truck pulled up a suburban drive way and the two men stepped out of the vehicle, "This the place?"
"Yeap"
"Let's check it out then"
Nick opened the door and Dean followed him inside. "The woman died in the living room"
"And that must be the murderous mirror" Dean said as he stepped closer to the crystal piece hanging over the chimney, "Looks antique, could be an old voodoo curse" he picked up the mirror and turned it around, "Oh my god!"
"What is it?" Nick rushed to his side.
"It's was made in Korea!" Dean laughed.
"haha, funny" Nick replied angrily.
"Hey, what's this?" Dean examined a piece of paper on a table by the phone.
"The woman was a babysitter, those are the names and phone numbers of the parents she sat for"
"Did you check them out?"
"Of course, they all checked out, except one, the family moved away after the father died of a gunshot in a bar fight in L.A. a few months later the mother was trapped in a fire in New Orleans, leaving the boy an orphan"
"Poor kid" Dean looked out the window, "looks like there's nothing here, let's move on"
"Next scene's at the Flamingo Casino"
"No, I want to stop by the kid's house first, see if we can find anything to link him to this victim"
The truck stopped in front of an old yellow house, the street was full of cars and people dressed in black kept entering the house, "Just in time for the wake" Dean said as the two of them entered the house. Inside the place was adorned with flowers, at the far end of the living room, an altar with pictures of the deceased teenager had been arranged for friends and family to come remember him and pay their respects.
Dean and Nick both walked up to the altar and examined the pictures, "Justin Seville, Poor kid, didn't even know what happened to him"
Dean examined the pictures one by one until he came up to a school yearbook opened at the page with the kid's picture, "Hey Nick, you said the woman never babysat for the Seville's right?"
"Yeah, it was the first thing we checked"
"The names of the parent's she did sit for, what were they?"
"Uh…Paterson, Andrews, Sunnydale, Christensen, Sanders, Mikowski, and Mendoza, why?"
"There was a Micah Sanders that went to this kid's school, same grade as him even"
"Sander's was the kid who's parent's died, think that could be our connection?"
"I dunno, maybe; but how does the lawyer fit into all this?"
"Well, let's go check out his house"
The two men stepped inside the empty house, "The man was found dead in his room, at the center of the house"
"No other doors or windows huh?"
They entered the room and turned on the lights, "This is where the message was" Nick signaled at a wall, "The family had it washed away, but…you saw the pictures"
"Yeah" Dean opened a drawer by the bed, "Well lookie what we have here!"
"What is it?" Nick walked up to him.
"I've been meaning to get myself one of these" Dean withdrew an iPod, the truck doesn't have a cassette player, only a jack for one of this things"
"You're actually stealing from a dead man?"
"Hey…it's not like he's gonna be using it any time soon"
Nick sighed and turned away to look for anything else that could help them solve the case.
"Hey, the suit had taste"
"What he liked classic rock?"
"No, actually he was a bubblegum pop maniac, but he also has exclusive videos from "
"What's that?"
"dude, you never heard of ?" Dean stared at him, "The page had more hits that "
"Are you talking about porn sites?" Nick got closer to take a look at the iPod.
"Dude? What do you use the internet for? We've got to get you an account"
Nick stared at him for several seconds, "Uh…I think I'll pass on that, but thanks anyway"
"Hey, it's your loss"
"Wait a second, I know her"
"You do?" Dean said happily, "Can you introduce us?"
"No, I mean she's Niki Sanders, the mother"
"Looks like we finally have our connection, now we just have to find what's doing this and how do we stop it"
"Ring!!!" Nick quickly picked up his cell phone, "Yeah? Ok, yeah, I'll be right there"
"What is it?"
"Another victim, in a cheap hotel room close to the strip"
The two men approached the scene of the crime, everywhere police officers were securing the area while forensic experts took samples.
"Nick, I'm glad you're here, there are some fibers we…what's he doing here?" Grissom said angrily when he saw Dean walking next to Nick, "Officers this man is a wanted criminal"
"The charges were dropped" Dean said as the policemen approached him, "Call it in if you don't believe me"
Grissom turned to look at Nick who nodded, "It's true"
"It is true…isn't it?" Nick whispered to Dean once Grissom had backed away.
"Maybe" Dean smiled as he walked up to Grissom, "I'm assisting on this case"
"And what may I ask makes you qualified to assist on this case?"
"Well, I was accused of being a psychopathic murderer for one thing, and I've already made a little progress your team couldn't"
"What progress?"
"The connection between the first three victims"
"And what is it?" Grissom became interested.
"The babysitter, one of the children she sat was Micah Sanders, who happened to go to the same school as the Seville kid, and whose mother was an online stripper with whom the lawyer was obsessed about"
"It still doesn't mean anything, and what about the fourth victim?"
"Who was he?"
"A bookie"
"Ok, now to find the link"
The next morning Dean and Nick both sat in the dark blue truck outside a suburban house, "Are you sure about this?" Nick asked, "Shouldn't we be searching the bookie's house instead?"
"No, whatever's doing this, it must be connected to the Sanders family; now come on, let's go check out the house"
The two of them got off the truck and walked up the driveway, "House's been on the market since the family left so everything should be as they left it"
Dean reached for the knob but the door was easily pushed by the back of his hand, "Door's open" he whispered as he drew out his gun.
"Hey, I…I'm not a cop" Nick said as he followed him inside, "We shouldn't even be here with out a warrant"
Dean hurried down the hallway and heard something move inside the next room, "Hand's in the air where I can see them!" Dean shouted as he aimed with the gun.
"Who are you?" a teenage boy said calmly as he stood up.
"Micah?"
"Yeah, how do you know my name?" the kid stared at Dean's cell phone, "Dean?"
"What? How do you know mine?"
"Your cell phone told me, now we're even"
"Are you the one that's been killing off people?"
"Killing? No, I just came to visit my old house"
"Well, if it's not you, then who?"
"Put your gun away from him!" Dean look up in time to see Niki sanders push him against a book shelf.
"I thought your mother was dead?" Dean quickly got up rising his gun and looking for the blonde stripper.
"She is"
"Then who pushed me?"
"Push you?" Nick said as he and Micah looked at each other, "You threw yourself at the bookshelf"
"No, she was here, she pushed me, I saw her on…the…mirror"
"Wait you saw my mom?"
"Yeah, she was exceptionally strong" Dean said as he massaged his shoulder.
"Wait, you saw her in the mirror?"
"Yeah"
"That was not my mom"
"I'm telling you, she looked like your mom"
"No, that was Jessica"
"Jessica?"
"My mom's sister she died a long time, but suddenly, my mom began seeing her in mirrors, then she began taking over my mom's body"
"Well Jessica's back, and she's the one that's been killing people"
"But why" Micah argued, "she's always protected me why kill innocent people"
"Maybe she thinks she is protecting you"
Dean raised his gun against Micah again and turned to face the mirror, "Come out Jessica, I know you want to"
Suddenly Jessica appeared on the mirror next to him, "Yeah, I thought that would make you show yourself"
"I should have killed you" Jessica said as she walked closer to his reflection then phased right through it, Dean dropped the gun and walked up to the mirror, "This time I will"
"I doubt you can" Dean said as he stood staring into Jessica's eyes as if the female figure were his own reflection.
"Let's see what you're most afraid of" Jessica smiled as she began to morph into Dean, "I see, this is what you fear most"
Suddenly horns began to sprout out of dean's reflection, his eyes turned pitch black, his teeth turned to fangs and his hands and nails into claws, "I'm not scared" Dean said calmly.
"Of course you're not" his reflection replied, "This isn't your worst fear" he stepped aside to reveal his brother Sam standing behind him, he walked up to him, clawed into his brother's chest and pulled out his heart, "This is"
Dean placed his hand over his chest as he felt his heart pumping like never before, "Painful" he smiled, "but nothing compared with what I have endured; and now it's time to talk"
Suddenly the reflection became that of Nikki Sanders/Jessica again, "Stay away from Micah!"
"I promise I won't hurt him" Dean looked at her, "And no one else will, he's grown up, he doesn't need you to take care of him anymore"
"It's true" Micah said as he stepped closer to the mirror though he couldn't really see the reflection, "I don't want you to hurt people because of me, if I get in trouble, I can handle it on my own"
"It's time to move on Jessica" Dean said as the reflection began to walk away.
"It's not Jessica" She smiled as she took one last look at Micah, "It's Nikki; Dean, tell Micah I love him"
"Of course"
Dean and Nick walked out the house, "So the babysitter had spanked Micah, the Seville kid was the school bully, the lawyer had slapped Micah once when he located Niki's address and came looking for her, and the bookie refused to pay Micah when he placed a bet with him to get some extra cash for his trip back home"
"That's correct"
"It seems unfair to have their deaths go unpunished"
"Hey, if you wanna arrest the ghost go ahead, no one's stopping you"
"Ring!!!!" Dean quickly reached for his cell phone.
"Hello?"
"Dean? I didn't know who else to call!"
"John? Are you ok? What's wrong?"
"A Machine, it's after us, Mom's still injured, Cameron needs repair and we're out of Ammo"
"Where are you?"
"On the run, we lost it, but it won't be long before it catches up again!"
Hope you liked it, I'd also like to ask you to see some pictures I doctored for the fic, I'm not good at photoshop, but I'd like you to see them, (*Note: some spoilers on the pictures)
pics. live journal .com /a205204/gallery/000052bx (Note the spaces on the link)
Hope you like them