A/N: Sorry this took so long to get posted. I had some computer problems and then there was the whole baking dozens upon dozens of Christmas cookies. This story has evolved so far from what I originally intended; it was supposed to be from Manny's POV. Anyway, so here it is and I'd like to thank those of you who did review the last chapter.
Hours later Sam and Dean dropped onto their respective beds, with nothing but weariness to show for their recon mission. Maybe
they would find something when they went with Jackson in five hours.
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Dean nearly growled when the day turned into a bust. This job was getting nowhere fast. As of now, he, Sam and Jackson were in a
nearby park, trying to make some sense in this case. Dean turned to Jackson. "Now you said you've been watching for days, right?"
"Yeah, and I've noticed that she seems to be targeting people. These men she's choosing aren't random. She'd wait for someone
specific to show up, then she would walk directly up to that person…the man is never heard from again. Few days ago, though, a
young guy resisted. I don't know how."
"Wait. So she turned on all her charm…whatever…and he wasn't affected?" Dean's incredulous voice carried in the crisp evening air
and both of his companions shot him a 'keep-your-voice-down-dammit' look before Jackson spoke. "Oh, he was affected, alright, but
he was able to resist somehow."
"Right, so you know who this kid is?" Sam interjected.
"Yeah, I did some digging, got an address. Well, two actually; 452 North Baltimore Street and 494 West Central Street. Not that far
from here; I'll head back to the warehouse, keep an eye out and you guys check out this Manny kid."
The boys agreed and the three of them headed off towards their destinations.
They found Manny at the second address and had to chase him down after he decided to run. A flying tackle from Dean brought the
kid to the ground and Manny let out a cry of pain as he hit the frozen earth. Sam skidded to a stop inches from them, his breath icy
puffs as he spoke. "Calm down. We just want to ask you some questions."
"Why? Hey, are you guys cops? Government?"
"Yeah, sure. Okay, kid, I'm gonna get up now. You gonna stay put?" A slight nod answered Dean's question and he got to his feet,
pulling the slight-framed, blonde-haired kid with him.
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"Well, that was a whole lotta nothing!" Frustration dripped from every word out of Dean's mouth and Sam knew that same
dissatisfaction. Once they got Manny to start talking he wouldn't shut up and nothing that fell from his mouth was useful in any way.
Sam sighed. "Let's just go find Jackson, see if he's spotted the Siren today."
"Fine," Dean opened the Impala's door, "get in."
Jackson's eyes ached. He'd spent the past five hours covertly scanning the entire warehouse. His ass hurt from sitting so long and the
phantom pain that sometimes accosted his non-existent leg had flared up with all its strength. Damn it, I'm getting too old for this
crap. He was still running through the reasons why he was too old when Dean tapped his shoulder. "Hey, Jackson, ya see anything?"
"What? Oh. No. No activity today."
The three men shared a look, knowing that the Siren wasn't going to stop killing until somebody stopped her. Again Sam let out a sigh,
glancing towards the door marked 'Employees Only'. "We're going to need to break in and take a look at the surveillance footage;
maybe we'll find something.
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It was hell getting past the cameras and into the building, but between the two Winchester brothers they got it done without tripping any
alarms. They both thought it was strange that there were no guards on duty. Sam silently and expertly picked the lock adorning the
'Employees Only' door, pushing it open and followed his brother into the room. From there, they crossed the area to another locked
door, behind which was all of the security measures.
The security cameras had captured exquisitely clear footage of their quarry and her victims. After examining the electronics in the
vault-like room, Sam nodded, at which Dean tossed him the bag they'd brought with. Fifteen minutes later, Sam had set up everything
so that using a patch cord on both his laptop and the recorder he was able to transfer the recorded video onto the hard drive.
A/N2: Remember, no reviews, no more updates. :) Oh, and I won't have anymore updates until January sometime, probably towards the end of January.