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Chapter 4
It. Was. Awful
Victoria, Sam, and Dean stood outside the front door of the large house. Just as Victoria was about to ring the doorbell, she noticed Sam and Dean pulling their fake badges from their inside breast pocket.
"Gentlemen, I know this is not what you're accustomed to, but when you work with me, you're legit. So, just follow my lead and do not do anything asinine."
Sam and Dean put their badges back into their pockets slowly.
Dean whispered to Sam, "I can't tell if I like her or not."
Sam didn't respond as Victoria rang the doorbell.
"Your voice does not lend itself to a whisper, Mister Winchester."
Dean looked defeated as a middle-aged woman opened the door.
"Misses Forrester? I believe Sargent Withers told you I would be arriving to ask you some questions?" Victoria smiled genuinely, she had acquired the skill to pretend like she cared. Sometimes she did, but it took an extraordinary person.
The lady nodded and opened the door further.
As the three stepped inside the threshold and Misses Forrester had closed the door, Victoria introduced her party.
"I am Victoria Doyle, this is Sam, and this is Dean. If you could please tell us what you saw."
Mrs. Forrester led them into a spacious living room. All three sat on the sofa while Mrs. Forrester sat across from them in a chair.
Sam noticed how scared the lady looked, and since he was usually the one who handled the sensitive side of things, he decided to try and ease her mind.
"Misses Forrester, I know what you saw couldn't have been easy, but it would help us if you could go over it one more time, so that we can catch whoever did this and make sure it doesn't happen again."
Victoria made a note of Sam's sincerity. He was very good. He had a wonderful concerned countenance. She herself hated feigning sentiment, so she thought this taller brother might be of some use.
Mrs. Forrester took a deep breath and started slowly. "I was driving down the highway when I saw this bright light out of the corner of my eye. I pulled over to see what it was. I don't really know why I did that, I guess I felt drawn to it somehow. I got out of my car and I saw a man standing there. He was talking to the light…."
Victoria interrupted, "This light, was it a ball of light or more like a stream?"
"Umm. A stream I guess. Anyway, I heard him say 'yes', then the stream of light went inside him and he exploded. It was awful."
"What happened to the light?" Dean leaned forward in his seat.
"What?"
"Where did the light go Misses Forrester?" Victoria reiterated Dean's question.
"It went up, into the sky, it went away."
Victoria got up. "Thank you Misses Forrester, you have been most helpful. Come along gentlemen."
Sam and Dean nodded towards Misses Forrester as they left the house.
Victoria stopped when she got in front of her car.
"I assume you two know what this is, what we're dealing with."
Sam and Dean nodded.
Victoria put both hands around her neck and rolled her head from side to side.
Dean knew she was probably in over her head with this one and felt sorry for her. Normally, he would've dumped her and let him and Sammy take it from here. But he kind of liked this girl, and money was money.
"We have someone who might be able to help."
Victoria smiled inwardly and looked at Dean. "Really?"