I appreciate the follows! Thank you for continuing to read this random ass fanfic of mine. I love the boys, but do not own Supernatural. Hope you guys enjoy!
Dean and Sam walked into the Sheboygan Police Department, ready to get down to work. They stopped at the reception area, flashed their FBI badges at the young man sitting there, and asked to see the lead officer or detective on the murder case. The man had them wait for a minute. He left the office to grab Officer Sayavong, the lead on the case. As she entered the area with Sam and Dean, she had to look up. She was an inch above five feet, her shoes lifting her another inch. Still over a foot shorter than Sam.
"Hello, Agents. We weren't aware that the FBI was interested in this case," she said, puzzled at their appearance and their interest in her case. "But if that's what they want, I guess you can come see what we've got so far." She motioned them to follow her, and they did. She was trying to figure out the common element in the whole thing and had come up with exactly zero connections. More eyes were better. The fact that these rather handsome men were FBI agents made it worth her while. She got to look at them, and they could help her solve this case. Win-win. She strode towards the small conference room that held all the details she had gathered in the case. One other officer was there, staring at the bodies of old men and women, all covered in water, like they had been drowned. Sam and Dean saw that Sheboygan was on the edge of Lake Michigan. Had they all been drowned in the lake? "No, they weren't found at the lake. They were all found at or around the YMCA, which is close to the lake. No footprints, no drag lines like they'd been drowned and brought back on land. It was like someone had just poured gallons of water down their throats until they were dead," Sayavong replied, seeing their puzzled expressions.
"Well, then. Is there a pattern in the people that were taken?" Dean asked curiously.
Sayavong shook her head. "We tried lines between their residences that intersected, shapes that could possibly be formed, any sort of pattern, and still nothing. Nothing that we can detect. The people that were taken were so random," she mentioned, staring at all the pictures and data splayed on the walls. "No commonality that we've been able to find."
"They didn't work at the same place? Or shop at the same place? Any of that sort of thing? What about places that they've visited recently? That YMCA— were any of them members or did they visit it regularly?" Dean rattled off, nosing around the pictures and the walls, trying to spot any sort of clue as to what could be causing this. He noted that in two of the reports from eyewitnesses, they mentioned the temperature was even colder than they thought it was. He also saw that one mentioned their phone started acting oddly.
"They all worked in different parts of the city, don't have an answer about the shopping question, and we didn't think about places that they visited recently, and only two of them were involved in any way with the YMCA." Sayavong nodded to the junior officer, who was taking down the questions the agents had given them. "That was helpful. Now we can start on a different line of thinking; hopefully, we'll dig up the reason for all this," she said, her eyes settling briefly on one picture in particular. Sam followed her eyes. It was a picture of an older man, with similar features to her: almost black hair, the same darker skin tone. He saw the name under it: Lee, Kapono. Somehow, he understood that it was a person she knew. She abruptly turned towards the agents.
"I'm guessing you'll both be wanting copies of all of this so you can get caught up and we can continue to work this together?" she queried. Both of the brothers nodded.
"That would be incredibly helpful for us. We can let you know if we rustle up any other leads, that sort of thing," Sam replied. "By the way, my name is Agent Young." He smiled at her, sitting down with her at the table to begin getting into the more obscure details that the paper was never given. The junior officer left the room to go grab the original files and make copies for the agents.
As they left, Sam and Dean were glad that the police department were so willing to share information with them. It would make their jobs easier. Sam had given Officer Sayavong his number in case anything else came up. "I'm hoping these murders stop," Sam said, frowning at the sheer number of people that were already dead. Six elderly people, two men and four women, in the span of two and a half weeks. "That's a lot of people killed in such a short period of time. What kind of spirit are we dealing with?" he directed to Dean. Dean was unusually quiet.
"Not sure if I've ever met a ghost that killed this many people so close in time together," Dean muttered. He got into Baby, leaning back in his seat for a moment. He gave Sam a hard stare. "When did all the killing start? What happened recently in this city that would warrant this?" All the excitement he'd had for the waterpark was gone. The need for them to take care of the ghost was becoming a greater concern than they had originally thought.
Sam couldn't give him an answer. "Why don't we go back to the hotel and see if we can find anything there?" he mentioned. "We'll do some digging into recent news, ask around."
Dean nodded sullenly, starting Baby up and heading back out onto the road. Once they got back in, Dean headed for the reception desk. Sam was close behind. Emily was working again. "Hey, Emily; quick question—anything new or exciting happen here in the past 3 weeks? Anything that the paper would have covered?"
The young woman scrunched up her face, trying to think of anything. "To be honest, my memory isn't that great in regard to short term things. I have a medical condition," she told them. "You could check with the Sheboygan Press or the library," she said, trying to be helpful.
Dean gave her a quick smile, thanking her for trying. "Hope your night stays quiet," he said, turning to head back to his room. "Was worth a try," he muttered to Sam. They took the elevator to their floor. "We got the fact that it's a ghost, right? A REALLY vengeful one, as far as we can tell. It's drowning old people, near the YMCA… is there anything near that place that would cause a spirit to do this?" he wondered aloud.
"Worth looking into," Sam replied as the elevator hit their floor. They walked out as a few other guests walked in. They were wearing swimsuits and jackets. They got back into their room and Sam flipped open his laptop to begin his search anew. Dean laid on his bed with the police reports and eyewitness accounts, ready to do some reading.
As Sam canvased the immediate area for things that might have awakened a restless spirit, Dean came across the same name in three out of the twelve reports. That couldn't just be a coincidence. He double-checked them all again. They had to meet with this woman. He wrote down her name as it was on the report, noting the woman's very neat cursive.
Sam had found out about a local shipwreck that had been dredged up in the 1990's that was now on display near the waterfront. "Got a lead," they chorused as they looked up at each other. Dean blinked. "What do you got, Sam?"
"The Lottie Cooper went down before it could anchor properly in the harbor. Everyone except one crew member made it back safely. The remains of the Lottie Cooper are on display near—yeah, you guessed it—the YMCA. The thing I don't understand is why now. It's been on display since 1992. But we can at least start by looking there."
"Got you one better: the same woman has filed 3 separate reports with the police regarding the victims and claims to have had issues with her phone. She also mentioned a temperature change." Sam looked intrigued. Dean held up a piece of paper with a name on it: Mary Van Der Puy.