Did you guys see that clip from comic con? I am so excited for season 10. I'm currently writing in season 8 so if you guys leave suggestions for what should happen in the story it's likely I've already written that chapter so sorry about that. If you've got suggestions for farther down the line I'd be happy to hear them though. And if you've got suggestions for the short stories for 'There's a First Time for Everything' feel free to tell me. And if you haven't read that yet I suggest it cause you learn more about the boy's and Red's early days.
Enjoy the chapter! And I don't own Supernatural.
There I was. Back in the backseat of the Impala. Traveling with the boys again. I didn't say much. Actually, no one spoke. To say it was tense was an under statement.
We stopped at a park and Sam and I got in line at a hotdog stand. Dean said he was going off to call Bobby to check with some information on the hunt we were working on. I knew he was going to ask for Bobby's advice on Sam.
Dean and I had both tried contacting Cas. We called and prayed but he didn't answer. Dean was running low on patience to find out the truth and I was running low on patience being around the boys who weren't acting like themselves.
Sam read through the local newspaper while I ordered our food. I paid the man and we gathered it up and headed towards Dean.
"Bobby have anything?" I asked before we reached him so he knew we were approaching. Dean turned around and stuffed his phone back in his pocket.
"Uh, no," he said quickly.
"I found something. Check this out," Sam said holding the paper up. "Think it might be something." Dean took the paper from him. "Four people. Out of nowhere. All in the last couple of weeks. What do you say?" Dean looked over at me then back to the paper.
"Yeah. Sounds like a plan."
We stopped by the house where one of the victims lived to talk to her sister. Sam used some people reading skills on her and went all bad cop FBI to get some info. Turns out the sister had said some pretty awful stuff to the girl right before she offed herself.
This didn't help us much and neither did the fact that there was no EMF or sulfur in the house. And I all but tore her room apart looking for hex bags. Nothing.
Sam and I dropped Dean off at a motel and went to the police station. Dean claimed he wanted to do some research but I knew he was going to try and find out what was wrong with Sam.
While we were at the police station a call came in that there had been a murder and by the description it was our kind of thing.
"Let's go get Dean," Sam said almost excited. We got to the motel and Dean was sitting on the end of a bed looking stressed.
"There was another one," I said causing him to look up at us and stand, stuffing his phone away.
"Yeah? What?" he asked.
"Dentist drilled a guy to death," Sam told his brother.
"You mean the… non-sexy kind of drilling, right?"
"Fifty bucks says he's mixed up in all the crazy."
"You think?"
"Yeah. Let's go talk to him."
"Okay. Uh…" Dean said hesitantly as Sam and I headed for the door again. "Why don't you two go ahead? I'll catch up. I'm gonna do some more research."
"You sure?" Sam asked confused.
"Yeah. We got to know what we're up against, right?" Sam stared at Dean for a moment before nodding.
"Yeah. Yeah, good idea. Come on, Red." I followed behind Sam. I gave Dean a raised eyebrow over my shoulder but he didn't respond before the door closed between us.
By the time Sam and I got back to the police station to question the dentist he had killed himself in his cell. Sam pulled aside the dental hygienist who witnessed it to talk to her and I looked through the crime scene photos and talked with the officers.
"So, they knew each other outside of the dentist office?" I asked an officer.
"Yeah. Buddies apparently. Camping, fishing, barbecue's. The nurse out there says she heard them talking. Say's it got pretty, uh, nasty."
"They were arguing?"
"Uh, not exactly. The patient was telling his friend here some of his deepest darkest secrets. Unfortunately some of those involved the dentist's young daughter." I closed the file and looked up at the officer. Another confession.
"Thank you, officer. If you'll excuse me." I met Sam outside just as he finished talking to the dental hygienist.
"Another confession."
"So I hear." Sam pulled his phone out and dialed his brother. He filled him in on what we'd found out.
Next we headed to the morgue. I'd seen the body in the pictures but we still needed to examine them in person and scan for EMF and sulfur and check to see if we saw anything out of place. Besides the patient's jaw.
The coroner pulled out the body of the dentist and I walked up to examine the bruises around his neck from the rope he hung himself with.
"Now, we'd actually like to see all the suicides that came in this week, not just Dr. Giggles," Sam told the coroner who didn't answer. "Is that gonna be a problem?"
"Well, they're- they're already gone," the coroner stuttered out.
"As in transferred?"
"Yeah, not exactly."
"Would you like to tell me what's going on here, or should I have a little chat with your supervisor?"
"They're gone," the coroner said stepping closer to Sam and speaking quietly.
"As in…"
"They're missing?" I clarified. The coroner nodded and I looked up at Sam with a sigh.
"Someone took them then?" Sam asked. The coroner gave a slow shrug. He obviously was clueless as to what happened. He was going to be in a buttload of trouble.
"So, it was just the suicides that were taken. And the guy the dentist killed?" I asked.
"Uh, no. Actually there was one other. The first one taken wasn't a suicide. It was a car wreck." I looked over at Sam.
"Sir, we're going to need the file on the victim please," I told the coroner who scurried off.
We headed to the apartment building of the car crash victim and Sam called Dean to fill him in.
"All the bodies are gone," Sam said into the phone as we walked up the stairs. I rechecked the file to find the apartment number. "That's what the coroner said. But I got a lead. One of the missing bodies, she died a whole week before everybody else… Reported as a car accident, but no reason it couldn't have been… Whatever got this whole curse thing rolling started with her. I'm at her place now, corner of Burnham and 159th." Sam hung up and we knocked on the door.
We sat down with the roommate to talk to her about Corey, the girl who died.
"So, why is there an investigation for a car accident?" the roommate asked.
"It wasn't an accident. Corey committed suicide," Sam answered. I cleared my throat and sent him a look saying to ease up on the harshness. I started to apologize for Sam but the girl spoke before I could.
"You know… I wondered. I-I'm sorry. I just…" the girl started to cry and Sam handed her a box of tissues.
"So, you had some idea Corey might have taken her own life?"
"Well… she had been going through a bit of a hard time lately… at school. And then, um, her cat, Mittens, had just ran away. But, really, it was her boyfriend. She was sure that he was cheating on her. But he was just very good at covering his tracks. Which, of course, made her completely obsessed with-"
"finding out the truth," Sam finished.
"Yeah." I heard my phone buzz in my pocket and pulled it out.
"You mind if we check out her room?" Sam asked while I read the message.
"Carlton Court?" the text from Dean read.
"Dean's here," I told Sam. "I'll be back."
Sam nodded and the girl led him to Corey's room while I let myself out to find Dean. I found him outside leaned against the Impala and looking down at his phone.
"You okay, hot stuff?" I said skipping down the stairs. I stopped when the nickname slipped out but continued towards him like I hadn't said it.
"Yeah. Where's Sam?"
"Inside. Was that Bobby? He find anything out? Cause honestly Sam is a dick. Even worse than you."
"Robin, look, let's just go find Sam."
"Or was it Lisa?" I sneered. I hadn't meant for it to sound so mean. Actually I hadn't meant to ask at all. But when Dean looked down again I knew it had been her. "I don't understand that, Dean. She's so… so normal. She's so boring she makes you boring."
"Robin-"
"I mean I guess I understand the whole, having a family thing. With the house and the kid and a goldfish but you of all people should know we can't just quit. And even if we did I just don't get why you chose to quit with her."
"Robin, stop talking," Dean groaned running a hand down his face frustrated.
"I'm trying to, I swear," I gritted out begging myself to stop talking. "You've got it don't you? Whatever these other people have. Everyone has to tell you the truth."
"Yeah. I think so."
"Great. Now how the hell am I supposed to stop myself from telling you that I'm still completely in love with you." I clamped my hand up to my mouth. "Shit!" I muttered through my fingers staring at Dean wide eyed. Dean opened his mouth to say something then closed it back again.
"I think maybe you should wait in the car, okay?" Dean said avoiding my eyes and walking past me.
"Wait in the car? I am perfectly capable of keeping my mouth shut long enough to finish this case. I will not wait in the car! You forget I'm not your fragile little yoga instructor that - You know what, I'll be right here. It's room 4B." Dean nodded and went inside the building. I got in the backseat and shrank into the floorboard from embarrassment.
We went back to the motel and Sam filled me in on the ride back. Once we were in the room I grabbed some books and put my earphones in so I couldn't hear Dean. Maybe if I didn't hear him ask anything I wouldn't answer him with anything.
I could see him and Sam talking about the cat skull and somehow Sam didn't seem to be as affected by the spell as I was. Maybe Sam just had nothing to hide.
Sam stood and waved a hand in front of my face signaling that he was trying to talk to me. I pulled the earphones free and looked up at him.
"We're going to the news station. We think we have a lead. You coming?"
"Uh…" I looked over at Dean who was shrugging on his jacket. "I'll keep researching here."
"Okay, then," Sam and Dean left and I went through the box Sam had found and started googling the ingredients.
When Sam and Dean returned I turned to them excited.
"I found out what we're dealing with. It's a goddess called-"
"Veritas," Dean interrupted. "Yeah, we've already figured all that out while you were zoned out in the corner. Thanks for your help."
"My bad, jackass. I'm not going to be much help with you around anyway. I'm just going to be talking about how Sam's scaring me, you broke my heart, and I'm fuggin starving for a philly cheese steak sandwich."
"Huh?" Sam sounded.
"Let's just watch the footage," Dean sighed setting up the computer.
I tried to watch the footage of the news reporter saying her lines over and over until she was satisfied but I wasn't paying much attention. My eyes kept traveling to Dean and it took all my energy to keep my mouth shut.
"I'm going to get breakfast," I said after the sun was starting to come up.
I jumped up and left the room before either brother could object. As soon as I was away from Dean I felt better. We had to get this fixed. Not just so this goddess wouldn't come after Dean but so I could be around him without the threat of blurting out something I shouldn't.
We took turns watching the footage. And by took turns I mean Sam watched the footage while Dean ate and I slept.
Sam hit my leg to wake me up and I sat up and looked at the computer. Dean came over and we watched the reporter say her lines only to be interrupted by a barking dog.
"Zoom in on that," Dean said pointing to her face. Sam did and the woman's eyes were glowing and catlike.
We headed back to the news station and waited until Ashley Frank, the reporter left and we followed her to her home. She parked her red convertible in front of a huge house. Dean parked the Impala across the street and we watched her walk inside.
"Looks pretty normal, right?" Sam asked.
"I'm sure inside it's chock full of creep," Dean responded.
Ashley Frank turned the lights on and we could see the interior of her mansion. She walked up a set of stairs and Dean held up his knife.
"Ready?"
"Yeah," Sam said pulling up a jar of red liquid.
"And thats-"
"Dog's blood," Sam interrupted his brother.
"Do I even want to know where you got that?"
"Probably not." I winced and pulled my own knife out. We passed the jar around and dipped our knives into the blood.
"All right, let's do this," Dean said getting out. Sam and I followed and we easily got past the security system and into the home.
The house seemed fairly normal. For a modern mansion. There was a fireplace and a waterfall and cream colored sofas.
"So where's all the creep?" Sam asked and a cat meowed bringing our attention to two cats laying in front of the fireplace. One got up and ran down a set of stairs and we followed.
In the basement is where the crazy was. On the wall was a mosaic of the goddess Veritas and the further we walked the more proof we found. In the next room we found the missing bodies. They were cut into pieces and some where hanging letting the blood drain.
"You came for dinner," a voice said behind us.
We jerked around and Ashely Frank stood behind us. She was now dressed in a gold dress with lots of heavy jewelry. She lifted a hand and sent us all backwards into a pit under a body that was being drained of it's blood. Sam and Dean were knocked out on impact but my head slammed into Sam's shoulder instead of the floor. I groaned and tried to sit up.
"Guess you're first, sweetheart," Veritas said walking up to me. I started to stagger to my feet but she threw me into a beam and I yelled out when my back hit it. I tried to move but she had me pinned to it with her powers. She handcuffed me to the railing and moved on to Sam and Dean dragging them like they weighed nothing to tie them up. She put Sam on an opposite beam and tied Dean up next to me.
I shoved at Dean trying to wake him while Veritas prepared her tools. Finally, he stirred. I shoved him one last time roughly and his eyes opened. I leaned over to see that Sam was waking up too.
"Sit tight," Veritas said noticing them wake up. She pointed to the body above us. "You're up next."
Dean jerked on the ropes holding him to the beam. Veritas turned her back to us again and I moved my hands around behind me until I found Dean's. I grabbed his fingers and he looked at me confused. I pulled them over to the metal around my wrists so he knew I was in cuffs instead of rope then I moved my head so he could see the bobby pins in my hair.
While Veritas was busy cutting the tongue out of the dentist's body Dean pulled the bobby pin from my hair with his teeth then dropped it over his shoulder. I grabbed it and started picking the lock.
"The tongue… is the tastiest part. It's where the lies roll off," Veritas said turning back to us and taking a bite from the tongue.
I snarled and worked at the cuffs. Our knives were across the room and I wasn't sure how I would get to them without Veritas throwing me into another wall.
"I cannot wait to eat yours. I mean, I've seen liars before, but you three? Gold standard." Veritas put the tongue back down and walked towards us. I still my hands.
"Point of professional pride," Dean told her.
"I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you, Dean. You know what happens when you base your life on lies, right? The truth comes along and… So, while you've still got your tongue, God knows you've got an earful." Veritas came and sat next to Dean. I shifted so she couldn't see the cuffs. "I think it's your turn to spill some. How bout we play a little truth or truth? What should we ask Dean first, hmm? Something… personal about you?" Veritas looked over at Sam. "Hey, Dean, I'm curious. What do you really feel about your brother?" Dean's eyes widened and he hesitated before he couldn't hold it back.
"Better now. As of yesterday, I wanted to kill him in his sleep. I thought he was a monster. But now I think…"
"Now you think what?"
"He's just acting like me."
"What do you mean?"
"It's the gig. You're covered in blood until you're covered in your own blood. Half the time, you're about to die. Like right now. I told myself I wanted out… that I wanted a family."
"But you were lying."
"No. But that's not the family I had in mind."
"And who was?" Veritas asked smugly glancing at me.
"Robin," Dean stuttered out trying to keep it in. "But I knew she wouldn't leave. That's not what we're good at. We can't get out. I ain't a father. I'm a killer. And there's no changing that. I know that now." I was too busy digesting what Dean had said that I almost didn't notice Veritas walk away.
"So, Sam walking back into your life must have been a relief. Hmm? Mallory to your Mickey." I popped the cuffs loose and made a run for across the room. If I could get a knife maybe I could throw it before she could send me across the room again.
I didn't make it to the knives. She threw me into a wall and walked over to me. She grabbed me by the throat and tossed me onto a gurney.
"I guess you're first then," she said holding me down with her powers. She gripped my chin and pulled my mouth open.
"Stop it!" I heard Dean yell as I struggled against her. She reached for a knife and I heard Sam speak.
"Hey! Leave her alone!" Veritas paused at his voice and smiled again. She turned back to Sam but I still couldn't move yet.
"And how do you feel about the band getting back together? Hmm, Sam?" she asked kneeling next to him.
"Look…" Sam said after a pause. "What we do… is hard. But… we watch out for each other. And that's what's important. And that's it. That's the truth."
"No. No, it's not," Veritas said confused.
"You said yourself- I can't lie."
"How are you doing that? That's not possible. You're lying to me!" Veritas said in a panicked voice.
"No, I'm not!"
"What are you?" she asked then turned to Dean. "What is he?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Sam assured. Dean shot me a look. Obviously we were right about there being something wrong with Sam.
"Really? I doubt that. I doubt anything that comes out of your mouth right now. You're not human."
"What?" Dean asked.
"You didn't know that? Now, that I believe."
Sam broke free of his ropes and tossed Dean a knife. He rushed Veritas but she hit him across the face stunning him. The distraction caused Veritas hold on me to disappear. I jumped up and ran back towards the knives.
"Sam!" I yelled and slid one over to him. He grabbed it but Veritas knocked it from his hands and pinned him to the ground.
I turned and picked up another one ready to throw it across the room but Dean broke free and grabbed a pipe and stabbed it through Veritias's back. She turned around and hissed at him which gave Sam enough time to grabbed the knife and stab her with it.
She gasped and fell to the ground. The knife was sticking out of her heart. Killed by the dog blood.
Sam pulled himself to his feet and I walked over as Dean held his knife up between them. I approached the scene slowly looking between the brothers.
"Dean, it's me," Sam tried.
"You are not my brother," Dean growled stepping towards Sam who backed away.
"Just listen."
"What are you?" Dean yelled.
"I'm me, Dean. Look, please, just let me explain."
"Why the hell should I believe anything you say?"
"Okay, okay. You want the truth? Here it is. Here it is," Sam said holding his hands up. "God's honest. She was right. There's something wrong with me, really wrong. I've known for a while. I lied to you. Yeah. And… I let you get turned by that vamp. Because I knew there was a cure, Dean, and we needed in that nest! And I knew you could handle it!" I stared at Sam shocked.
"Handle it! I could've died! I could've killed Ben."
"And that should stop me cold. But I- I just don't feel it."
"You what?"
"Ever since I came back, I am a-a better hunger than I've ever been! Nothing scares me anymore. Cause I can't feel it. I don't know what's wrong with me. I think… I need help."
Dean considered this for a moment and Sam relaxed a bit once Dean lowered the knife. Dean turned and set the knife down and Sam and I both let out a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, Dean lashed out and punched Sam knocking him to the ground. Dean knelt beside him and landed punch after punch across his face.
"Dean!" I yelled rushing over to pull him off Sam.
Dean pushed me off and continued waylaying his brother. I pulled on Dean but he ignored me. Sam's face was bloodied and every time he weakly tried to raise his head Dean would knock him in the face again.
"Please, stop!" I begged and finally Sam stopped moving and Dean eased up. "Dean, please, let's just take him to Bobby's."
Dean stared down at Sam's unconscious form then over at me. He looked lost. I could see guilt in his eyes because he'd just beat up his little brother. But there was also anger. Anger that Sam had lied to us. If it even was truly Sam.
