Fall Part 1

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Dean opened the door to their motel room and turned on the light. As he strode inside his phone began to ring.
"Classified server? Got to be Deveraux, right?" He guessed before picking up. "Hello? Thank God. Frank, what do you got for me?" He grabbed a radio from Sam before wandering further into the room. "Frank, you're breaking up." Sam put his bag down on the floor.
"Glad I'm not staying in this one." Sam gave a start and spun around to find Lacey standing in the doorway with her arms folded across her chest.
"Geez, Lace." Sam stepped forward and gave her a hug.

"What do you mean you can't find him? It's Dick Roman. Turn on CNN. Didn't you see him at that, uh, press conference in Phoenix? The bastard's everywhere." Dean could be heard from the other room.

"You sure? No, I don't care that they've infiltrated the luxury boat industry, Frank. Great. Call Kanye." Lacey had sat down on the bed as Sam started to unpack files from his bag when Dean walked back in.
"Lace." He looked surprised. "When did you get here?"
"Just now." She told him nonchalantly.
"Great…uh.. really glad you're here." Dean stammered.

"Frank's still stumped on Roman?" Sam asked, watching Dean flail.

"Yeah. All right, let's do this." Sam spread the folder out on the bed.

"Okay, um, look at the victim profiles. Same age, same hair color, body type. The ritual mutilations line up exactly." Lacey pulled a face.
"Line up with what?"
"Uh, about four years ago, maybe six months before we found you, this demon was torturing and mutilating women. We managed to get some information out of him about Lilith before we sent his ass back to hell." Dean explained.
"And now it look's like he's back." Sam finished.

"Who down there would've let our demon out of the can? He squealed on his superiors. We made sure of that. I mean, he should be down under until, uh, trumpet day."

"But two women killed in the last two weeks, same parts missing, I mean, same old hunting grounds, even."

"All right, well, we can take a swing at it. But you know it's all about the Leviathans now, okay? They're the ones we need to be hunting." Dean told Sam.

"Yeah, but, no, I mean, not right now. This one's ours, Dean. It's unfinished business, apparently."

"All right." Dean sighed.

They spent the rest of the evening lounging around the room, waiting for something else to happen. Dean grabbed them pizza's and he watched TV while Sam poured over the case notes and Lacey sat in one of the chairs reading her book. A few hours later, Lacey was curled up, asleep in her chair when the radio jumped to life.

"This is Unit 32. Repeat, Unit 32. We've got another one." Sam and Dean sat up on their beds. "That's a 187. Female Caucasian...maybe late 30s, at the Henley Auto-Wash." There was a response from one of the dispatch officers.
"Unit 32, assistance is en route."

"We got a real mess here, dispatch."
Dean got to his feet and put his hand on Lacey's shoulder. He pulled back as he felt the red hot burning under her skin.
"Lace?" He pulled her jacket from around the chair and draped it over her shoulders before shaking her awake. Lacey's eyes fluttered open and she sat up.
"What's going on?"
"You're burning up, sweetheart."
"Oh, right. My powers have been acting up a bit, now that they're coming back." She told him. She concentrated and her temperature began to drop.
"You're ok?" Dean asked, looking at her worriedly.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She brushed him off. "What's going on?"
"We got another dead body." Dean told her. He held his hand out, she looked at him uncertainly for a second, before taking it and he pulled her to her feet.

Dean drove them over to the crime scene. When they reached the area where all the police were gathered, Sam and Dean flashed their badges and an officer lifted up the yellow tape for the three of them.

"Thanks." Sam nodded at the guy.

"You know, every time we do this, I wonder if today's the day. We walk up, flash our tin to a bunch of chompers pretending to be policemen." Dean admitted as they approached the body.

"I hear you." Sam agreed. Suddenly one of the officers grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Thought you guys might show up. It's the drummer boys: agents, uh, Bonham... and Watts, right?" He smiled at them, knowingly.

"Yeah." Sam looked a little confused.

"Yeah, absolutely." Dean nodded.

"Uh, it's a pleasure to see you again, Detective..." Sam was struggling to remember the guys name, looking around wildly. "You know what? Pardon me. Uh, what was it, Detective..."

"Oh, no problemo – Detective Sutton." The officer filled in.

"Sutton." Sam nodded, remembering.

"Sutton, yeah." Dean agreed as they shook hands. "Hi. This is our Assistant Ms Drew." He introduced them.

"Sad to say, case looks to be open again." Detective Sutton noted.

"Are you sure?" Dean asked.

"Same tools. Same cuts. Same crazy." The Detective told them as he lifted up the sheet covering the body. Lacey wrinkled her nose at the sight but stayed quiet. "Makes sense. I mean, we didn't catch the critter last time, did we?"

"And no suspects?" Dean asked.

"Same as before. Very thorough. Cold-blooded."
"Thank you, Detective." Dean nodded.
Any time." Detective Sutton waved as he went to talk to another officer. Sam went around the car, examining it for any clues.
"Hey." He called softly to Dean and Lacey. He touched something and held up his hand, yellow powder coating his fingers. "Sulfur."

"Damn it. Better go check on Havelock." Dean sighed.
"Who?" Lacey asked.
"She's a local wiccan, helped us out with finding the demon last time." Dean told her. Lacey nodded but looked a little dazed.
"You sure you're ok?" Dean asked her gently.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just tired." She shrugged as they headed back to the car.

"This is it." They had headed across town and were now in Mrs Havelocks Store. She was a middle aged lady with chocolate brown hair and an efficient manner.

"Wiccansweb dot com." Sam read aloud from the store sign.

"Internet mail order. White magic only – herbs and talismans." She reassured them as she opened the door to her back office. Lacey raised her eyebrows at the huge devils trap painted on the floor.

"You sure about that?" Sam asked, clearly perturbed by it too.

"Careful, it's still drying." Mrs Havelock told them as she skirted around the edge of it. "I have a friend at the sheriff's office. I know about all the new murders. I'm doing what I can to protect myself." She walked behind the desk and picked up some pieces of paper. "I'm also translating some very old banishments." She handed them to Sam who studied them, frowning.

"Wow, uh, these are – these are good."

"Thanks. I've got an affinity. But back then, that night in that farmhouse, I was in over my head. I know that now, believe me. I will leave all that to the pros." She assured them.

"Well, you helped track it down. I mean, it was some solid legwork." Dean told her.

"When it came down to it, all I really knew was somebody who knew somebody who knew the right number to call. And your number is not working, by the way." She told them.

"Right, we, uh, we've had some technical difficulties – phone issues."

"It's a monster problem, really." Dean explained.

"So, uh, you haven't had any contact?" Sam asked.

"With the demon? No, thank God. I have one or two things to finish in town, and then I'm leaving."

"Good choice." Dean nodded.

"Have you found Jeffrey yet?" She asked. Dean looked at her, confused.

"Who?"

"The man who the demon possessed. The one you almost beat to death." Lacey raised an eyebrow and looked between the two of them.

"Yeah, Jeffrey. That poor bastard." Dean nodded, realisation dawning.

"Some demons tend to be sentimental, don't they? Always go back to the same host if they can."

"It's a start." Sam nodded in agreement.

Sam did some research and they eventually found out what had happened to Jeffrey. They headed over to where he was staying.
"So you guys tortured this guy?" Lacey asked as they got out of the car.
"With his permission." Dean explained. Lacey stared back at him. "He agreed to us doing whatever we had to do to get the information out of the demon." Lacey shook her head.
"Poor guy."
"Speaking of." Sam nodded to the end of the alleyway, where Jeffrey had just turned the corner. Dean rushed forward and grabbed him, brandishing the demon knife. Sam pulled his flask of holy water out of his pocket.
"Jeffrey?" Sam asked as the guy struggled in Dean's grasp but didn't appear to be demonic.

"Jeffrey?" Dean let go of him.

"Okay. Look, it's okay. You're okay, you're okay." Sam reassured him as Dean put the knife away.

"Sorry. Just had to make sure."

"Make sure of what – that I peed my pants today?" Jeffrey accused them. "Aw, you scared my dog." Lacey bent down and held her hand out, the dog, who was wearing a cone, slowly approached and snuffled her hand, before letting her stroke it.
"Uh, we did not want to do that." Sam looked pained.
"She's ok." Lacey told them, as she tickled the dog behind the ears.

"Listen, Jeff, we got to, uh, we got to talk." Dean told him.

Jeffrey took them up to the apartment in the half-way house he was staying in.

"Well, this is, uh..." Dean trailed off as he took in the room.

"I know what it is." Jeffrey said as they sat down on the sofas, the dog jumping up into Lacey's lap.

"Look, I know it must've been, um, hard." Sam looked even more pained and was fiddling with the scar on his hand.

"What do you guys want from me?" Jeffrey asked, abruptly.

"Well, um, we're pretty sure the demon that possessed you... is back." Dean said slowly.

"What? What do you mean? You exorcised him, right? He's...he's supposed to be in Hell." Jeffrey got to his feet, panic evident in his voice.

"Jeffrey, look, please just calm down. Just have a seat, please." Sam indicated the sofa.

"I don't understand." Jeffrey slumped down in his seat.

"Three more women have been murdered over the past two weeks."

"No, no." Jeffrey moaned, shaking his head.

"Same vic profiles, same forensics, crime scene dusted with sulfur. We've got to assume that it's him." Dean told him.

"But we're here now, okay? So if he comes after you, we'll nail him just like we did last time." Sam reassured him.

"What was her name?"

"What?" Dean looked confused.

"The last one he killed."

"Uh, Anna?" Dean looked to Sam for clarification.

"Anna Paxton." Sam nodded.

"Marjorie Willis. She's the next one on the list." Jeffrey told them.
"List? What list?" Sam asked.
"The demon used to recite it all the time, like a grocery list. He burned it in my head – the names of all the women he was gonna kill." Jeffrey said softly.

"He already had his victims chosen?"

"And put in a line in an order."

"Wait. Why? Demons aren't usually into the obsessive serial-killer crap. You know, they're more just kind of all-around evil. Why would he do this?" Dean looked between Sam and Lacey for conformation.

"He said it was his job." Jeffrey offered. There was a knock at the door. Jeffrey motioned for them to be quiet as he went to answer it.

"So, what do you think?" Sam asked softly.
"I think we really helped mess this poor son of a bitch up. Look at him. He's got a state-assigned dad." Lacey let out a small groan and put her hands to her temples.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked, sounding worried.
"Nothing. There's just a lot of people in this building with very loud thoughts." Lacey told them. Jeffrey closed the door, having got rid of the intruder.

"Uh, Jeffrey, look, I'm gonna go, uh, I'm gonna go find Marjorie Willis, keep her on watch, okay?" Sam said as he got to his feet.

"Don't worry. Lacey and I are gonna stay here just in case." Dean told him.