Chapter Four

Dean stood. "Learn to take a joke Sammy. Anyway, you got our, um ID's with ya?"

Sam nodded. He picked up a small bag. "Which ones this time? FBI, CIA, NYPD?"

The older brother shook his head. "The ones from the Cleveland Police Department."

Handing them over, Sam rolled his eyes. "This is the part I hate. The constant lying. Why do we have to keep doing this?"

"One day when you're old enough I'll tell you why, but right now we have a job to do!"

They walked up to the counter. The cop was just finishing his coffee. He handed his money to the man he had been talking to, then stood.

"Oh, excuse me. I didn't see you standing there." His ID badge read Fowler.

Dean began to speak, but Sammy stopped him. "We don't mean to be rude, but we happened to overhear your conversation. Is it true what you said about the unusual number of deaths?"

Fowler sat again. "Yes actually. For a town so small it is a bit odd that so many people are dying in such a short amount of time. By the way, if I may ask, who are you?"

Dean began to talk again, but Sammy placed a hand over his mouth. "My name is Sam and this, unfortunately is my brother Dean." His shot a look at him. Sammy ignored it.

"We are just passing through, and happened upon your town. It's quite pleasant."

Fowler nodded. "Yes, well, it was until two weeks ago. Someone just started killing people at random for no damn good reason. Pardon my French."

Dean looked at his brother, then spoke. "Did you notice anything strange before these deaths? Anything out of the ordinary?"

Fowler thought about that a moment. His brows furrowed, and his eyes narrowed. Then he shook his head.

"You see the first death was my cousin Leonard, and he was a bit slow. I never knew him to have any enemies. Yet, they found him lying outside my aunt's home, a blow to the head, eyes wide open. There was one odd thing, when the coroner looked over all the bodies, he saw that their hearts were fried, and their stomach lining was almost eaten away. It was as if something was inside them, eating them."

A sour look crossed Sam's face. Then something made him grab Dean's arm hard.

"Are you okay son?" Fowler said gently. Sam nodded, then rushed to their table.

"I am sorry about him. He wasn't breast fed as a baby. Excuse me!"

Sam had already sat and was rummaging through their father's journal.Flipping through pages noisily, he muttered to himself something about a leaper or something to that effect. Dean joined him in the seat beside him.

"What the hell is that matter with you? Ever heard of manners?"

"This coming from a man who can belch the alphabet, backwards?" His brother said, not looking up from the book.

Suddenly he stopped at a crudely drawn picture of a being that looked like a cross between the creeper, and the creatures in 'Demon Knight.'

"Damn," Dean looked at it intently. "Now that is fugly!"

"According to the information here, what we are dealing with is a body jumper. It goes from body to body, looking for something specific that it needs. Like the creeper in the movie 'Jeepers Creepers.' It will search for years until it finds it, and once it does, it cannot be killed no matter how hard you try. It also says that if it is in a host, do not kill the body, for it will invade yours."

Dean flipped the pages, then slammed the book shut. "Well gee thanks dad, but how the hell do we kill the damn thing?"

"Maybe we don't. We just have to let it run its course."

"Are you out of your ever loving mind? This leaper, or whatever the hell it is, goes on forever killing innocent people while we sit idly by? I think not. I do not do idle, Clyde. I intend on killing this bastard one way or another."

Dean grabbed the book and headed out the front doors. Sammy picked up their bag, and followed. This was going to be one wild night.

David, realizing that Andie had given him more than he had bargained for, watched the two young men from the safety of the shadows. His eyes watched carefully as they got into their black Chevy. The younger one was arguing with the older one. The older one looked to be ignoring him. The older one opened the door and told the younger one to get in, or he would leave him, again. The younger one rolled his eyes, but finally got into the car. The car growled to life, then turned out of the restaurant lot.

He stepped from beside the blue Durango. Stepping to the driver's side, he thrust his fist through the window, shattering it. Popping the lock and climbing inside, David started the vehicle. Following the Impala, a smile crossed his face. The being had found what it was looking for!