Sam immediately jumped out of his chair and was at the door before Evan blinked. He could see a beat up '75 Cadillac smashed up against the back of the Impala and groaned. A man that was a little older then Sam was smashed up against his car struggling to breathe. Dean had his hand around the man's throat, smashing him up against the body of his Cadillac. His face was turning red and he was kicking his feet frantically trying to free himself from the death grip that Dean had around his jugular.
"Dean!" Sam cried out running over to his brother. He gripped Dean's shoulders and roughly pulled him off of the man, who dropped to the ground wheezing and clutching his throat. "Dean, what the hell?" Sam panted still struggling with his furious brother. In a flash Dean had Sam under him and glared, his eyes burning with anger.
"Did you see what he did to my car?" Dean growled letting go of his little brother and straightening himself up.
"God, you small town people are crazy" Officer Collins gasped out; he was standing, his hands on his knees, and his head towards the ground.
"I'm really sorry" Sam started as Dean walked reluctantly over to his baby. There was minor damage at worst, nothing a body shop couldn't fix. The Cadillac wasn't so lucky; the front end was completely crushed in, like a tin can. Yet, the anger in Dean's eyes was bubbling over and Sam moved protectively between the two men, not wanting his brother to have a murder rep over his head. "My brother really…really, loves his car." Sam said as Collins pulled himself to his feet, a red ring around his neck where Dean's fingers had been.
"Yeah, I can see that" Collins said scratching the back of his head and casting a worried gaze over his shoulder at the fuming Winchester.
"Damn it!" Dean cried out, running his hand over the dents in his bumper,
"Look man, I'm sorry…" Collins started, but Dean looked at him with enough rage in his face to make him stop mid-sentence. "Okay…" He said turning back to Sam, who appeared to be the one that didn't want to kill him.
"What happened?" Sam asked and Collins shook his head.
"These jerks in trucks wanted me to move my car and when I started it…I dunno, it was like it had a mind of its own. Then I see that guy running at me like I'd just run over his kid or something, and next thing I know you're saving my ass." He said and Sam nodded, he looked over at his brother who still seemed pissed, but the realization that his baby was, for the most part, okay sunk in and he let out a sigh, a little bit of his anger subsiding. Sam's head hurt, but he shook it off, and glancing towards his more subdued brother he nodded.
"I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my crazy older brother Dean" he said pointing to him, Officer Collins nodded in greeting, stepping a few feet away from Dean almost subconsciously.
"Drake Collins" he said stuffing his hands into his pockets.
"What are you doing here?" Sam asked as Dean grumbled something under his breath and pulled out his keys.
"I'm a cop" Collins said, Dean walked by him roughly,
"Great" he hissed under his breath, opening the driver's door to his Impala. Collins ignored Dean's comment and continued, "I'm chasing this guy, he's…he's taking kids." Sam's throat got tight; the man in front of him looked beaten and tired, with a severe hangover. And this was all the police could muster up for three kidnappings? Maybe Dean was right about law enforcement.
"You're the Cee Vee police?" Sam asked as Dean started the Impala, slowly rolling it away from the Cadillac. Collins laughed,
"No, I'm stationed in Oklahoma actually, about four hours north of here…I was at this accident, and I saw this man…holding this little girl." Collins stopped for a second and rubbed his head with his hand in frustration, "I thought it was the dad…apparently not." Sam nodded. So this guy was a renegade cop, so to speak, well…that was a comforting thought. The accident sounded vaguely familiar but Sam pushed the concerned mother out of his head and merely nodded. "So, what are you guys doing in the middle of nowhere…you don't seem like you're from around here." Collins said and Sam furrowed his brow,
"What makes you say that?" He asked and Collins shrugged,
"You just didn't know if I was the police here, seems like in this place…everybody knows everybody…it gives me the creeps." Sam smiled but shook his head and didn't answer. Collins lifted his head to inspect the young man in front of him, he didn't look like a criminal, yet, neither had the man at the accident. "So, what are you doing here?" He asked again. Sam opened his mouth to speak, but before he could Dean walked up behind him and jumped in,
"That is none of your business" he said firmly. Collins frowned but nodded, deciding it wouldn't be the best thing for him to get in another fight with this Dean Winchester guy, hell, he had held him up by his throat with one hand…no, it was best to stay out of his way.
"Okay" Collins said, backing off. "If you hear anything, let me know" he said, climbing into his car and driving it around the block and out of sight.
"Jerk" Dean spat after him shaking his head furiously.
"Dude, he dinged you" Sam said, but Dean just glared in response,
"Yeah whatever" he grumbled. Evan had finally decided to make an appearance and was standing on his front porch, his hands on his hips.
"You alright there, Dean?" He asked and Dean smirked and nodded walking back up the porch steps.
"Bastard ran into my car" he mumbled under his breath pushing his way back into the house.
Collins rounded the corner still gripping at his throat. That man was crazy, utterly insane; he had wheeled out of there as fast as his car could go. He ignored the fact that he almost ran into the same truck as before that was backing up to the one store in town. The second eighteen wheeler was no where to be seen but one was bad enough, he didn't think that such small towns had big trucks, apparently he was wrong. He screeched to a halt around the block from the tiny store. He eased his way out of the car and cleared his throat, his breath coming a little easier then before. He mentally reminded himself to never piss that guy off again. He managed to cross the street safely, which was a major feat… apparently. He even made it inside the store without anything bad happening to him, his day was looking up. He opened the door and it made a charming little chiming noise.
"Hello?" Collins asked. There was no one inside the general store. The shelves were full of every odd and end a household needs to function but there was no one behind the register or in the aisles. "Anybody here…anyone?" Collins sighed and leaned against the counter, waiting for someone to show. His eyes scanned the contents of the aisles, "baby formula, diapers, bottles, dear God, these people have a lot of kids." He mumbled, two out of six aisles were devoted entirely to baby products. His eyes rolled over to the large window facing the street, they widened when he saw a man so people do live here. Collins caught his breath when he realized that the gangly looking man with wide eyes and thin arms was holding a hauntingly familiar little girl on his shoulders. His hands clenched into angry fists and he immediately raced out of the store.
"We're going to need a list of the father's who have been affected by these crashes" Sam said. They were sitting back on the couch that they had earlier occupied, Dean's face had eased back into his normal set of defiance, the anger was no longer present, but Sam knew it wasn't far from the surface.
"One is staying with family out of town, but two are still around…let's see, Carl Raymond, he lives on 12 Ferris avenue…and Edmond Wheeler, he lives on 40 King's street, he's the closest from here." Evan said, his eyes fixed on the wall behind Sam's head. Dean nodded, his fingers tapping anxiously on his knee,
"Let's go." The boys walked out of the house in silence. They were rounding the corner to King's street when Collins ran smack into Sam running as fast as he could. His eyes flew to the taller man and he stumbled back embarassed,
"Sorry" Collins mumbled starting to run ahead again, running well out of Dean's grasp, casting a worried eye to the older hunter. The boys turned around,
"That was the guy that ran into my car…now he's running into my brother. Oh, he is so dead" Dean turned around, almost too fast for Sam to catch…almost.
"Chill" Sam said catching Dean by the collar. Dean watched as Collins chased after some invisible foe and let out a frustrated sigh.
"You're too nice for your own good, you know that?" Dean asked, Sam was going to respond but was cut off by a high pitched scream.