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Chapter 12

Mr. Sandman

Victoria Doyle and Sam Winchester were watching "The Office" when Sam's phone rang. He put it on speaker.

Dean Winchester sounded upset. "This thing attacks kids."

Victoria looked up at Sam before she spoke. "It kills children?"

"No, it, uh, it takes their frickin' eyeballs."

Sam immediately pulled out his laptop.

Victoria straightened up in the bed. "Oh, I need to be there."

"Tor, you can barely stand up, I just need you and Sammy on the research. Cas can kill whatever it is if we can find the son of a bitch."

"Dean, get Castiel to come get me. I can just as easily lay in a hotel bed. And maybe I can hear it."

"Let me talk to Sam."

"You're on speaker, Dean." Sam looked at his laptop with frustration.

"Right. Look, man, it's your call. You've been with Tor, can she handle being up here?"

"Dean Winchester. I can speak for myself, and yes I can."

Sam smirked at her determination.

"I think we'll have a much bigger problem if Cas doesn't come get her." Sam looked at Tor and smiled.

"Okay. He went to get some food, but right when he gets back."

Dean hung up.

Sam looked at Tor, "You sure you can do this?"

"Sam, it's my job, and the thing is blinding children."

"I'm coming too then."

"Of course?"

Sam chuckled. "So, you're stealing my whole statement into a question thing now?"

"Yes?"

Victoria smiled as best she could. Her body ached with every movement, and every dose of Holy Water and salt seemed to stiffen her joints, but she kept taking it, because she no longer felt empty.

Victoria Doyle was sitting on the hotel bed with the case files surrounding her. The pictures were horrible and each time she looked at them she teared up.

"I will be able to restore their eyesight."

Everyone looked at the Angel.

"And you're just now telling me this?"

"Dean. I am not here as an Angel, but as a hunter, I thought it would be best to heal them right before we left."

Dean looked exasperated and relieved at the same time. "Right, Cas."

Victoria knew she needed to hear the creature in order to locate it. "I need to skip the next dose of holy water."

"No."

"Dean, it makes me weak. We have a creature removing children's eyeballs. Even with Castiel restoring their sight to them they will have been irreparably traumatized. This cannot continue. I will drink the water again as soon as we are done."

Dean rubbed his face. "That evil sludge in you is fast growing Tor. What if you don't want to drink the stuff again? We can't make you."

Victoria looked at him sternly. "I understand you think I am psychotic when the sludge consumes me. And yes, I make questionable choices. But I am empty. And that, I cannot bear. I will drink the next dose."

Sam looked at his brother. "She'll drink it Dean."

"And I am sure that it will almost kill me, again. But I will gladly do it to avoid Sam's pain, and in order to fill the void. That constantly scratched at me."

Dean put up his hands and slightly frowned, "All right."

"Okay. So, what do we know?"

Victoria Doyle felt instantly better physically as soon as she missed her dose of holy water. She stretched in order to appreciate the nimbleness of her muscles. Her joints no longer felt stiff and she felt as if her body were her own. It was as if she could feel the sludge strengthening every organ and vein as it filled her body once more. She also felt it covering her soul, and the scratching resurfaced.

Her eyes flashed a deep purple before she jumped off the bed and looked at her shocked companions, who just witnessed her physical transformation.

"Come along boys, we have crime scenes to investigate."

"Um, Tor?"

Victoria turned around to look at Sam. "What?"

"You're in your pajamas."

Cas and Sam went to quickly get Victoria a change of clothes as Dean would not allow her anywhere near Jack or Mary with her soul cloaked.

"Who knows what they'll bring me back to wear."

"Whatever it is, you'll wear it."

"You're rude when my soul is cloaked."

"Because you're a psychopath."

"Are you rude to every psychopath you encounter?"

Dean rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Yup."

"Why does it want eyes?"

"Because it's a creepy monster?"

"There's a reason. It is done too well. And I hear nothing, which lends to the idea of obscurity. We need Sam to talk to the parents."

"Yeah, he's good at that."

"Indeed."

"And you, psycho pants, are talking to no one."

Victoria thought and then nodded. "That nickname sucks. However, you are correct. I should not talk to anyone."

Sam and Cas flew back in. Sam handed Victoria a bag. "I hope I did okay."

"Me too."

Victoria felt a little flicker of something, something that cooled the itching, just for a moment, when she looked in the bag and discovered Sam had picked out the clothes she was wearing the first time they had met.

Victoria, Dean, and Castiel listened as Sam sincerely interviewed the parents of the first victim, a six-year-old boy named Jonah.

Sam smiled kindly at the couple and leaned toward them. "Mr. and Mrs. Johansen, I know this must be a very difficult situation to discuss, and I am sorry we are asking you to repeat it once more."

Mrs. Johansen tapped on her knee and her husband covered her nervous hand with his. She smiled sadly as she moved her hand in order to intertwine with her husband's.

"Mr. Winchester, we understand you and your colleagues are a special type of law enforcement, and we will tell you what happened again."

Sam nodded solemnly.

"Jonah has been having trouble sleeping lately. It had gotten so bad that he threw tantrums every night before bed. We tried everything we could think of, bedtime stories, lavender, gluten-free diet, but he still just wouldn't go to sleep."

His wife interrupted. "And then…" her voice broke, and it took her a few minutes to recover. "One night, he just went right to sleep. No fuss, we thought we had finally succeeded, but…"

Her husband finished for her, "When we went to wake him up the next morning, his eyes were gone."

Mrs. Johansen broke down into tears. Her husband began to rub circles on her back. Victoria suddenly got up and went to the Impala.

Dean made his apologies and followed her. He found Victoria sitting on the ground in the driveway with the statements and photos strewn about.

"Tor, this is not the place."

"Shh."

"Dammit."

Dean kneeled next to her and began to pick everything up.

"Stop!" Victoria attempted to grab the things back from him, eyes glowing.

"No. These people are going through hell, Tor. You're not gonna make them look at these. Now pick them up and I'll drive you somewhere you can spread them all out. Just get up."

"Fine."

Dean and Victoria were sitting in the town's library. She had the papers strewn all over the table, garnering weird looks from patrons.

Dean had texted Sam and told them to go to the other interviews without them.

"Look." Victoria put some of the crime scene photos in front of him.

"Yeah?"

Victoria huffed impatiently. "Dean, look at them."

Dean decided to let his anger of having to babysit go as he inspected the photos. He noticed the same pile of some type of substance near the bed in each.

"What the hell?"

Victoria smiled, mouth open, knowingly. Her tongue played over her top teeth. "Sand."

"Sand?"

Victoria put copies of the parents' interviews with the police on top of the pictures. Dean read aloud what Victoria had circled.

"Jonah – sleeping trouble, Marcy – night terrors, Max – bed wetting… So, they all had trouble sleeping?"

Dean sat back in his chair. He pulled out his phone and texted Sam.

"And Sammy just said they all slept like a log the night before their eyes went missing."

Victoria nodded. "So…?"

"Are you enjoying this?"

"A little."

Dean shook his head. "Okay, I'll play to save the kids. Sand, Sleep."

Victoria grinned as she watched his brain work.

"The friggin' Sandman?"

Victoria smiled broadly. "I think so."

"But isn't he one of the good guys?" Sam asked after they had reconvened in the hotel room.

"Typically. However, there is an old myth to scare children who won't go to sleep that the Sandman will come and steal their eyes. According to a monster wiki, that is."

"Why?" Dean asked the world's only supernatural consulting detective.

"To feed his children on the moon."

"Of course." Dean furrowed his brow and nodded sarcastically. "How do we kill the son of a bitch? And his children? On the moon."

"I do not believe his children are actually on the moon, Dean."

"Thanks Cas."

Sam snorted a laugh.

"I do hear him. However, his thoughts are not exactly cohesive, as I believe he is nocturnal, but he does intend to strike again tonight. I believe, in this case, the idea of the moon is more symbolic."

"So, we find some moon thing in town?"

Victoria looked at the eldest Winchester, "Yes."

Sam and Dean pulled out their computers and Victoria began to look on her phone.

"The billboard."

The men looked at her questioningly.

"On out way to the library, we saw a billboard advertising the moon pie factory in the next town."

"No, he's not feeding eyeballs to his kids in a moon pie factory is he? Ah come on! I like those things!"

Victoria shook her head. "It is too far, no. I believe he lives in the billboard."

Dean rubbed his eye with his hand that was propped up on the hotel's desk. "We have to climb a billboard?"

"Apparently."

"Great."

"Do you believe smiting will work?"

Victoria turned her attention to the youngest brother. "It typically does not fail. However, if we can find an alternate way to annihilate him, that would probably be the safest route."

"What if we shot him with one of your bullets? Do you think he'd explode into sand?" Dean sounded overly excited.

"No, probably just eyeballs."

Dean lost his enthusiasm after Victoria's reply.

"However, those bullets are probably our best course of action after smiting. I will give you each one of my firearms."

Victoria looked at Sam. He was watching her to see if she was 'okay'. She wasn't. She could feel the evil attached to every fiber of her being. Keeping it at a minimum was mentally taxing, and she still felt the itch. She remembered waking up, soul cloaked, worrying that Sam saw her with blood dripping down her chin. She knew that would trouble soulful Victoria. The Victoria she planned to get back after they killed the man in the moon.

"I changed my mind. I will go alone."

"Like hell you will." Dean said, getting up.

Victoria moved his chair with a flick of her wrist so that it hit the back of his knees, forcing him to sit.

"Tor." He said, in a warning tone.

"No. I will go alone. This is an unknown danger. He may be an ancient. We are not sure, folklore does not provide much on the subject. However, it is not for your danger that I am most concerned." Victoria looked to Sam once more. "What I did to Ezekiel will forever be ingrained in your brains. That bothered me. What I must do, I do not want you to see. It will not be one of my normal kills. You must understand."

"No, you must understand. We're a team."

"I have no intention of arguing with you, Dean. You know I am capable of getting my way. However, I will choose not to, in order to not break whatever bond we have. If you insist on following me, I will not stop you. But Sam must not go."

"Tor, I.."

"Sam, even in this state, where I feel evil suppressing my very will, I cannot have you see me as I was. The other me, the souled me, loves you. With all that broken soul. And the little bit of light I feel, with all this darkness, is only because of you. And I know you will say that it will not matter, you will feel no differently towards me, and you probably won't. But the Victoria who was laying on your chest this morning will not be able to look at you. So, please, for her, for me, do not come."

"Yeah, I, uh, I get it." Sam smiled sadly.

Victoria looked hard at Dean. "You will see things you wish you had not." Victoria left the room.

Dean sighed and started to follow her. "Look, uh, why don't you and Cas go and get started on fixing the kids' eyes, huh? Me and uh, Dark Buffy are gonna kick some Sandman ass."

Sam snorted as he closed his laptop. "Dean, be careful."

"I got an evil Chosen One on my side. What could go wrong?"

"So, even with like this evil sludge crap you still care about Sammy?"

Victoria looked at him. "Apparently."

"And me?"

Victoria sighed. "This is not the time for one of our heart to hearts. Talk to me after I've thrown my guts up. I'll be all weak and pathetic again."

"Pathetic?"

"Yes. Is there any other word for it?"

"Strong as hell?"

"That's three words. And I have become everything I was trained not to be. All for the Winchesters. It's disgusting."

"Wow."

"But it stops the itching."

"Great. We're hydrocortisone."

Victoria didn't respond to his comment.

"By the way, soulful Tor is gonna be real pissed evil cloaked Tor told Sam she loved him for the first time."

Victoria glowered at him. "We are not two separate entities, Dean. She will not be able to come back and kick my ass. I do not enjoy this darkness, but at this time, it is necessary for our goal. We are here."

They pulled up under the billboard. Victoria handed her Kimber to Dean. "Do not get yourself killed. I refuse to explain that to Sam."

Dean rolled his eyes as he followed her up.

The moon on the billboard has a large face on it, and to Dean it was most disconcerting. It had reminded him of the delicious confection, but it was creepy nonetheless. The billboard's two sides were connected by a sort of breezeway. It is here the Sandman had his home.

There was a pile of Sand and on top there laid a large figure, cloaked in black. On his face it appeared as if he was wearing a 17th century plague doctor mask, or that was his face, it was hard to tell. By his side he held a royal purple bag. Full of sand in the day, and freshly plucked eyeballs at night. Next to him were two cribs made entirely of sand. The craftsmanship was incredible. It was upon approaching these two cribs the duo realized the face was in fact not a mask, as the two children looked the same as their father.

The two offspring of the Sandman looked at the intruders and opened their beaks. Or nose, whichever word more aptly fits. They wanted food. Victoria looked at them and tilted her head to the side. She picked one up from its crib and snapped its neck as if it were a chicken. The 'crunch' awoke the father.

The external and internal screaming of the monster was horrifying. With one long arm he pushed Victoria away from the other child, making her fall to the ground.

"Hey fugly!" Dean shouted.

The creature turned to Dean as Dean fired bullet after bullet into him. It did nothing. The Sandman advanced as Dean dropped the gun in favor of the Angel blade. Victoria hopped on the Sandman's back. He screeched with wild fury as he attempted to fling her off.

Victoria's perverse sense of judgment kicked in and she began clawing at the creature's eyeballs. Or what she thought was his eyeballs. She was unable to smite him, although she willed it with all her might. Why couldn't she smite? He must've been an ancient, out of her league. She had other skills though.

She was able to gouge his eyes with her fingernails. He screamed in fiery pain as he flailed around, trying to grasp her. She stabbed him with the angel blade, forcing him onto his back. Like son, like father, she thought, as she put her hands on either side of his head. The loud 'crack' was satisfying, and she smiled as she sat back.

The kid's cries were deafening. All it wanted was food. Victoria looked at it and turned her head to the side. The child's neck cracked, silencing its cries. Dean watched as Victoria tossed the two infants' bodies on top of their father's. She set them all ablaze and watched as they burned. She kind of wished she had a marshmallow.

Dean didn't speak the entire car ride back to the hotel. Victoria drank the thing of holy water as soon as they got back, and the men went to the lobby to give her some privacy.

Sam noticed his brother's unusual quietness.

"What happened Dean?"

"Doesn't matter Sam. All the kids all right?"

"Uh, yeah. That was a really good part of the job."

"Good."

"She told you not to go Dean."

"I know, all right? I get it. But, she just.."

"She what?"

Cas shook his head. "With respect to Victoria, Dean, do not tell Sam."

Dean looked at his brother. "Your call."

"No, don't tell me." Sam Winchester was curious. But Cas was right, she didn't want him to know.

Victoria walked toward the men and sat next to Sam, leaning her head on his shoulder. She looked at Dean.

"Thank you, for understanding. For being there. They were never going to stop. And I could hear that."

"Yeah."

"I do apologize for what you saw me do, what you went through."

"You warned me, okay? You did. So, let's just leave it there, and go home. And Tor?"

Victoria looked at him with tired and weak eyes as she stood up. "Yes?"

Dean pulled her into a hug and whispered in her ear, "You are the furthest damn thing from pathetic."