Chapter 2: Fear
"Where's she going?" asked Dean, leaning over the wheel slightly. The reason for the question was because the blue car in front of the Winchester's was making a right turn into a deserted gas station. Thinking for better or for worse, Dean followed suit and stopped directly behind her.
Suddenly, Kristen got out of the car looking agitated. Glancing at each other, Dean and Sam got out of the car. "What wrong?" Sam asked, concerned.
"Don't move!" Kristen shouted, pulling out a 9 mm handgun at aiming it at our main characters. Freezing in mid-step, both of them automatically put their hands over their head.
"Whoa! Whoa!" Dean said, shocked.
"Get on the ground! Do it now! GET ON THE GROUND!" Not wanting to get shot by a chick with a gun, both obeyed, laying face down in the dirt. She quickly moved over to them, and placed her knee on Dean's back and flipped open the underside of his jacket. Doing a quick search, she patted him down and found 2 handguns and a small knife.
"Those-- uh... aren't mine," said Dean.
"Shut up," Kristen said, digging her knee harder into his spine. Groaning in pain, he did so.
Satisfied that Dean was clean, she moved over to Sam and did the same to find nothing. "Alright," she said, getting up and kept her gun pointed at the two. "Who are you?"
"I'm Agent Peter Parker and that's my partner Dick Grayson," Dean said. "We're with the FBI."
"Bull," Kristen said, "And I'm Mary Jane Watson, nice to meet you...No wait. I'm Lois Lane!" She smiled and shook her head in disbelief, "Did you guys really think I'm that thick? Dick Grayson... Peter Parker. Ha! Apart from the comic book names, I checked you two out. The FBI never sent anyone to the site, neither do they have agents with your names. Now tell me who you really are," she said.
"Fine! Fine! We'll tell you! But will you lower that thing? It's not easy for a guy to be interrogated while staring down the barrel of a gun," Dean said. Lowering it, Kristen didn't put it back in its holster.
"Okay..." Sam said, brushing himself off as he straightened to face her. "I'm Sam Winchester... this is my brother Dean. We came to investigate the death of that guy... we believe that there's something more to it than you think."
With a glance to Dean, Sam faltered and Dean said it quite bluntly, "We think that restless spirits are off on a killing spree. We're here to stop it." Kristen looked at them from the corner of her eyes for a full minute.
She raised an eyebrow and then quite suddenly burst out laughing. She put her hands on her knees and laughed to the ground. Straightening up and wiping her eyes, Kristen shook her head in disbelief. "You guys are nuts. I'm calling for backup."
"No! Wait! Kristen! Please! Hold on!" Sam said, going after her. But suddenly, she stopped, with her hand placed on the roof of her car.
Turning around slowly, she asked Sam, "You said your name was Winchester?" Sam's eyes widened, Dad... she knows something about dad.
Dean came up behind Sam and asked, "What is it?"
"Winchester... that's so weird. I just heard that name the other day." Sam swallowed heavily, this girl works in the Chicago Crime Lab...meaning dad could be...Kristen eyed suspiciously between Dean and Sam, "No...it's just a coincidence."
"No!" Sam said hurriedly and putting a hand on her shoulder, "Please tell us."
"Dean Winchester? As in the ravenous murderer who killed all of those innocent people?" Kristen reached for her gun as Dean gave himself a face-palm and walked away, slightly let down.
Sam blinked and shook his head, resting his hand on Kristen's whose was clutched around her holster. "No. That Dean is dead. That's... it's... just hear us out. We could be more useful than you think. This isn't to try and interfere with the investigation. We just want to see if there's anything suspicious that involves our line of work."
Kristen smiled, about ready to laugh again, but Sam's serious visage made her stop. "You're serious?" Sam nodded, staring her right in the eyes with utmost sincerity.
Clearly torn between calling for backup and running for the insane asylum, she sighed and turned, "Fine... I'll take you there. Just... don't tell anyone else about this okay? I still don't fully believe you... but I trust you." She got into her car and started it up.
Sam nodded and got back into his own car, Dean followed suit and they were off once more. Hopefully no more detours were going to be taken. Thankfully for our characters, there weren't.
They passed through the main city, passing building by building. Chicago was a bustling city, visiting students exited the Science Museum, business execs walked into a tall building talking avidly, and teenage girls were standing on the curb with an enormous amount of shopping bags.
Turning off the main boulevard, Kristen's car entered the parking lot to the main CSI building. It looked like a regular office building from the outside, but once Dean and Sam stepped through the doors, they were transported to some strange Sci-Fi base of science.
Everything looked so high tech and sophisticated. People brushed past them as they tried to follow Kristen to her office. People were doing things such as talking on their cell phones, searching through a number of files, and talking to their lab guys. "Come on," urged Kristen. "I'm taking you straight to the morgue."
Sam and Dean followed as they entered a separate room from the main lobby. It was much quieter and darker in here, like everything you'd expect a morgue to feel like.
"The body's over here," Kristen moved over to the far wall where a number of square silver doors were stationed in the wall. She pulled out one at knee level and revealed a (to be assumed) body lying on the stretcher with a black pouch encasing it. "So this is him, eh?" asked Dean, his hands tucked in his jacket pocket as Kristen unzipped the body.
"Yup," she said. There was an awkward silence as all three of them looked at the dead teenager.
Dean broke the silence, "He looks... dead."
Sam backhanded him in the chest and hissed, "Are you stupid?"
"Well, what are you supposed to say! That he looks good for a dead guy!" Dean asked loudly. Ignoring him, Sam asked Kristen, "How did you say he died?"
"Extreme anxiety and severe psychological reflex of imminent danger caused by some unknown event or being," Kristen said, like a textbook answer.
"So you're saying... he literally was scared to death?" asked Dean.
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