"Dean!" Sam yelled from the kitchen as he had his hands full of the food he was cooking. "Dean! Come answer your damn phone!"
Dean comes shuffling down the hallway, in a towel still dripping wet. "I was in the shower. Why can't I just enjoy a shower after a long hunt?" He picked up his phone as it started to ring again, putting the phone on speaker so they could both hear what Garth had to say. "Garth, please tell me that it's an emergency because I'm standing here in the kitchen, dripping wet with shampoo in my hair." Sam smiled and shook his head knowing that Garth always hated upsetting Dean as he continued to cook the eggs and bacon on the stovetop.
Dean set the phone down on the counter as he walked over to pour himself a cup of coffee. "Dean, I'm sorry but I need to drop a dime on Beth's cousins and I really don't need it to NOT get back to her that we're telling you. While she loves you guys like family, she knows that you two like to shoot first and ask questions later."
Sam turned off the stove and started spooning the food onto two plates. "Ok, let's hear it, Garth. I have dinner ready and I truly want Dean to put on some pants."
Dean smiled at his brother as he sat down at the table. "Sam at this point, all we know is they have fallen off the wagon. They've started eating human hearts again but they said it's for the greater good. Whatever that means."
"Garth, where are they doing this?" Dean asked as he sipped his coffee.
"See that's the other problem. They're in a very small town in Oklahoma, but…" Garth paused knowing that he had already pissed off Dean and the rest of his statement wasn't going to make him very happy.
"What is it, Garth?" Dean reached over and snagged a piece of bacon off one of the plates as he waited.
"Well, one of them got a little brave or cocky and left a couple bodies just over the border of a reservation. We just got word that the FBI is now involved but we know they won't know how to deal with some crazy, off the family diet wagon werewolves." Garth stopped for a minute as the guys heard some shuffling on his end of the line. "Ok so listen. My father in law and I want you to kill all of these animals. My wife would rather you just give them a talking to and set them on the right path."
Sam nodded. "So you want us to go in guns blazing?"
There was some more shuffling on Garth's end. "No Sam, that's the issue! While Jim and I wouldn't mind that, I would say with the FBI already being alerted to the situation is going to make things a little sticky for you."
Dean got up and repositioned his towel. "Don't worry about us, Garth. Email the info to Sam and we'll get out there and get this taken care of. We'll be discreet and under the radar."
Garth sighed, "I know that you'll be careful but I know you normally flash FBI badges on a hunt. I just think you may need to …"
"We got this, Garth. Now go have dinner with your family and we'll get back with you when we get back home." Dean started to walk out of the kitchen as Sam picked up the phone. "Sammy, tell him to relax and that I'm going to finish my shower."
"You're on speakerphone, Baby Girl, so please…" Morgan smirked as he answered his phone and laid it on the table.
"Oh Sweetie, why do you do this to me?" They heard her giggle as she typed. "I hate to inform you that my superpowers have found their kryptonite. I haven't found any other link to this type of murder in a reservation. Do you think that someone is trying to frame the natives?"
Reid sighed, "That's what we were thinking but we were still holding on to hope that we had missed something on our end."
"Oh my sweet Dr. Reid! How I love the confidence that you have in me and technology to find the clues that you might miss."
Reid thought about it for a minute. "Garcia, I have no confidence in technology. Only you." He smiled as he knew that it made her smile on the other end of the phone.
"Ok I'll keep digging but for now, Garcia out!" She started to look up other questionable cases from all over the country to see if any other police department had seen any murders like this one. She noticed that there were plenty of reported cases to local police departments about similar type murders but the FBI was never called in to help. "How were these never linked?" She said out loud to the little gnome sitting next to her computer. She kept gathering the different cases so she could look at what information each had. "We should have been called in at least a few of these." Her screen flashed with case after case with no FBI agent name reported back by law enforcement until she hit one case in Jackson, Wyoming. It looked like the lead detective wanted to make sure all of his documentation was in order, but the name of the agent was not one she had seen before. She quickly dialed the number to the Jackson police station. "Oh hi, this is Penelope Garcia with the FBI. Can I speak to Detective Gaines please? I'm cleaning up some old cases and I want to make sure that his case is closed."
She wanted to be transferred. "This is Detective Gaines."
She smiled to enhance her sweet voice over the phone. "Detective Gaines, this is Penelope Garcia with the FBI. We have come across a case that has very similar details to the one you had three years ago. It looks like you submitted all of your paperwork correctly on it but I don't see where the agents on your case turned in their paperwork properly to explain the resolution. Could you tell me what happened to ummm," she looked back at the screen for the agents' names. "Agents Eastwood and Walker?"
She heard him shuffle some papers around. "That's a blast from the past. Let me see if I have that file on my desk."
Garcia typed as she thought about what the officer just said. "Why would you still have the case file on your desk?"
"Because technically the case is still unsolved. I mean the killings stopped but we never made an arrest and your agents left in the middle of the night never to be heard from again. I even called their chief and he said he had to pull them in the middle of the night and send them to South Dakota to chase another serial killer." She heard some more shuffling on his desk. "I found it. Oh," he laughed as Garcia heard the papers flip. "Their boss actually told me to never call him back."
She shook her head. "I'm really sorry you had that type of experience with one of our senior agents. Is it possible that you can get me the phone numbers to both the senior agent and either Agent Eastwood or Walker? I just sent you an email if you would attach the numbers to your reply."
"I do still have Agent Walker's card here so I can forward those numbers to you. Can I ask where this animal is killing now?"
She watched as his response blipped quickly in her inbox. "Oklahoma. He's causing problems on the reservation and it's not pretty."
"Damn! I hope you catch him this time. If you need anything else from me, please just let me know."
"Thank you, Detective. I'll keep you in the loop so you can close that case of yours." She hung up the phone and looked at the phone numbers he had sent her. "Ok, well who is playing superhero? These numbers are not FBI issue so…" She started to call 'Agent Walker' just to see who answered.
"Sam, anything else you think we need to know about these werewolves?" Dean said as he messed with the radio dial trying to pick up a good station.
"Garth said they are just feral and his father-in-law wants them to be put down. Gives them a bad name as he has put it." Sam starts to hear his phone ringing. "Probably Garth wanting to know if we're there yet." Dean laughed as Sam answered the phone. "Yes?"
Garcia just smirked. "Is this Agent Walker?"
Sam nodded as he typed on his laptop, balanced on his knee. "Yes it is. How can I help you?"
"Well, my name is Penelope Garcia and I got your number from a Detective Gaines out of Jackson, Wyoming. He said that you and an Agent Eastwood helped him with a case."
Sam wasn't really paying that much attention to what she was saying, but rather reading emails from Garth about where the pack of wolves were last seen. "Ok, yes we did help him with a case a couple of years ago."
Garcia knew he wasn't giving her all of his attention so, "Ok so why didn't you or Agent Eastwood file the proper paperwork with me to close out that case in the FBI database?"
Sam sat there stunned as he replayed what she just said in his mind. "Ummmm… who did you say you were with again?"
"My name is Penelope Garcia, technical analyst with the FBI and you're NOT an agent on record because I'm searching all of my databases, both legal and illegal, and you don't exist. Care to explain yourself? And before you decide to try and hang up on me, I'm tracking your phone in real time and I already know you are heading towards where my team is already." She took a small pause for effect. "Now, give me one good reason NOT to call them and have them meet you halfway."
Sam looked at Dean who just shrugged. "Werewolves!" He said into the speaker as Dean just shook his head.
"Ok so not only are you imitating FBI agents, you're crazy! I say to give me one good reason and you tell me that you're werewolves?"
"No! We're not werewolves! We're going to go KILL the homicidal, feral werewolves that are killing off the people of this town." He let out a sigh as he asked, "Can we video chat so you can see that I'm sincere about the story I'm about to tell you?"
Part of her mind was screaming for her to get Morgan on the phone to intercept these guys but there was another part of her brain that wanted to hear these boys out. The killings had stopped after they showed up in Jackson. What if there was more to what this guy was saying? What if her family was walking into their own deaths? She couldn't live if they died and she didn't research every way to prevent it. "I'll give you ten minutes. If in that time I'm not convinced, I'm having you picked up and arrested. Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am. Now how do you want to …"
Before he could finish, Garcia appeared on his laptop. "Down here." She smiled as he jumped a little bit. "I wasn't always a good girl."
Sam looked a little surprised at the beautiful, blonde with sparkly flowers clipped in her hair that was on his screen. "Well, hello! You don't look like an FBI agent."
"Neither do you, hot stuff! So talk…"
Sam positioned the laptop on the dashboard of the Impala so he could see better and to get Dean in the shot. "So I'll start with everything you're about to hear is the truth. My name is Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean."
"Wait, do you mean these guys?" She turned her camera to get their wanted posters in the shot. She kept what she considered funny wanted posters in her office to giggle at when she needed a laugh having to deal with all the ugly they see on a daily basis.
"Oh look, Sam. She has my blue steel on her wall." Dean chimed in proudly.
"Yes, that's us." Sam said as he shook his head at Dean.
"But Agent Henriksen said you two died in a fire," she said shocked as she typed feverily on her keyboard to check her facts. "Right before…"
"Yeah, he did report that because he saw the demons we fight daily and he fought beside us to try and stop some of them. Once he saw what our world was like, the world that we fight in everyday to keep everyone else in the world from seeing what we see, he knew we couldn't go to prison. He knew we needed to be alive to keep the monsters away. Little did we know that he and the others we left in that police station would be tortured and killed just because the demons wanted to find us." Sam watched as her face changed. "You believe me now, don't you?"
She wanted to get more information to verify what he was saying, so she figured a little test. "How was Agent Henriksen killed?"
Dean took a deep breath before starting, "Lilith found them in the police station." He saw her face change, questioning what he just said. "Yes, THAT Lilith. She wanted to know where WE were, so she could make us start the apocalypse but he honestly didn't know where we had gone. None of them knew. When he told us to leave, we did. We thought getting out of there was the safest thing for us to do." Dean shook his head as he remembered the agent's spirit coming back and explaining what happened in the police station during Rising of the Witnesses. "She tortured them, killing them one by one slowly as Agent Henriksen watched. She laughed as she saved him for last. All he wanted to do was help save people and she tortured him for no reason." Dean glanced over at the screen to see tears rolling down Garcia's face. "We're not lying and we could really use your help. If you could keep your team off of our scent, we could get rid of this problem and get them home to you safely." She started to nod as Dean smiled at her. "Agent Henriksen was a good man and a damn good agent. He only wanted to do what was right by people. I hate that he died before he could see that letting us go saved the world."
Garcia wiped her face and started typing on her keyboard. "Ok, now where do I send my team? I know them and they aren't going to just believe me saying 'Oh sorry, wrong place' because they're already there and see what's going on."
Sam thought about it. "Is there any other weird crimes or recently released people who might not be rehabilitated in the area?" Dean nodded thinking about where Sam was going with his thoughts. "I mean I hate to have them tail someone who didn't kill these guys but they could make an arrest while we …"
"Let the dogs out?" Dean smiled a cheesy grin while Sam shook his head. Garcia stifled a little laugh. "Exactly what I needed to do! I got a smile back on her face. I felt like after I told you what happened that I just ruined your whole week."
Garcia kept typing. "It wasn't the best bedtime story I've ever heard but it sealed my confidence in you two. Agent Henriksen was a good man and he always did everything by the books. So knowing that he let you two go and lied to Quanico about your deaths, he had to have a good reason." She sat up straighter as she typed. "Sam, I think I found something. I have a recently released sex offender who...Wow this is freaky...was sent to prison by the first victim that was found on the reservation. Oh Sam, I think I love you! Yes, I'm sending them after this guy. Now step on the gas and get there. I'll call you back once I get this info to my team." She clicked her laptop, disconnecting their video chat.
Dean stepped on the gas. "We should be there in an hour. Call Garth and see if he or Pastor Jim have any more information on where they might be squatting." As Sam picked up his phone, Dean glanced over at him. "Tell him your new girlfriend is helping us stay off the FBI's radar." Sam rolled his eyes as he waited for Garth to answer.
Morgan answered his phone. "Baby Girl, please tell me you got more than we do right now. Even Pretty Boy is at his wit's end and on his fourth cup of coffee."
"Michael Parker," was all she said as both Hotch and Reid perked up.
"Why does that name sound familiar?" Reid said as he started flipping through cases on the table.
"Because, my sweet Doctor, Michael Parker is the man who was put into prison for molesting Harlan Phex." She waited for just a moment as she heard more papers flipping. "The first body that was found on the reservation. The next body found was of Karl Innit who was Harlan's best friend and the person who urged him to go to the police after Parker raped him the final time."
Hotch thought for a minute. "But isn't he still in prison?"
"No, El Capitán. Due to overcrowding, he was released three months ago. Right around the time the kills started." Garcia waited to see if they would take the bait.
Morgan looked at Rossi who asked, "Don't tell me...he moved back into town."
"Yes he did! Right back into his mother's house. She actually died two months after he was convicted and the house has sat empty for the last five years."
"Why would he rip their hearts out? That just doesn't fit with his normal MO. I mean after years in prison, why would he kill people rather than just go out and find some other young kid he could take control of?" Rossi asked as Reid shrugged.
"I'm looking at the trial transcript and Parker confessed he was 'in love' with Harlan. That the two years he had been molesting him, he considered it consensual." Garcia said as she typed, sending the information to their tablets.
"Harlan was 13 when he turned Parker in. So this grown man thought that for two years having sex with a child was what the child wanted?" Rossi was just appalled that he let those words come out of his mouth.
"From what I'm reading, yes. He truly believed that Harlan WANTED him to do all of these things to him."
Reid was reading over the transcripts Garcia had emailed to them. "Here! Right here! Harlan said Parker took pictures of him naked and tied up but those photos were never found. What if Harlan knew where the photos were and destroyed them. I bet that when Parker went back to get the photos out of his secret hiding place and they were gone, he just lost it and went after the only one who knew where they were."
"What are we waiting for?" Morgan asked as Rossi nodded. "Let's go pick him up."
Garcia smiled as she waited to hear from Hotch. "Do you have an address for him Garcia?"
"Already sent to you! Be safe, my loves." As the line went quiet, she released the breath she had been holding the whole time. She pushed redial on her other phone. "Sam, how far out are you?"
"We're about thirty minutes out. We just got the information about exactly where they are. One of them called home and is scared of what they have done. Your team has the younger ones scared so they want to go back to the home pack. To be let back in, they're helping us by playing sick and keeping everyone in the barn they have been hiding out in." Sam said as he loaded the silver shot into the shotguns in the back seat.
"This is going to be a milk run. Did your team buy your ex-con story?" Dean said as he sped up the Impala.
"Yes and they're on their way there now. Get to this barn, do what you need to do, cover your tracks and call me once you're on your way back home." Garcia said making Sam smile.
"Yes ma'am. Just keep them away from Miller's farm. Talk to you when we're back on the road, Garcia."
"If you need anything, just call me. Be careful, Boys." She hung up the phone and started praying not only for the Winchesters but for her team.
Morgan walked onto the plane, tired from having to chase this hump. He flopped down next to Reid who was still shaking a little bit. "It was a good shot, Kid. If you wouldn't have killed him, he would have killed one of us." He glanced over at Reid and smiled. "And I don't think Garcia would have ever forgiven you if you died because you let some dirtbag get the upper hand on you."
Reid finally picked up his cup of coffee and laughed. "No, she would have never forgiven you for letting me get shot. I saved you so she's going to love me forever." He smiled as he brought the cup up to his mouth as Morgan rolled his eyes.
Morgan watched as the rest of the team walked onto the plane. Hotch sat down. "Good job, everyone. Lt. Anderson wanted me to thank everyone for him since they had to run out to help out with the fire on the other side of town."
Sam called Garcia. "We've left Oklahoma and are on our way to drop off the pups with their family."
"Oh my goodness! I'm so glad to hear from you and my family. All of you are safe and on your way home. I feel like I haven't taken a breath since I got off the phone with you."
"You can breathe now. Your team will be back to you soon and as soon as we drop off these two, we'll be on our way back home." Sam then got serious with her. "Now, no one else on your team knows about us, do they?"
"Oh Sam, you hurt my heart thinking that I would rat you out to my team." She laughed as she glanced up at the Wanted poster of him on her wall. "I promise that no one will ever find out about you but promise me that if I call you you'll always answer."
Sam smirked, "I promise. Now stop tracking my phone. I'll call you when we get home and we can talk more then."
"Ok, Sam. Be safe and thanks for saving my world." Garcia hung up her phone as she said a small prayer of thanks.