Dean frowned, he despised hunts which involved young children, while driving he remembered numerous hunts in the past where children had became evil spirits, he wanted to save these children's lives and innocence, just as he wanted to keep his brother innocent. Obviously with Sam, things did not work out all too well, glancing in Sam's direction. "Any ideas with what we may be dealing with?" Dean asked casually, eyes diverted between his brother and the road, he was being cautious since Sam hadn't been completely honest with him lately. Since a young age, Dean had learned to keep himself in tuned with his brother's body language, generally by his instincts, the same with his hunting instincts; Dean just had those big brother instincts. In Good Nature, Sam referred that to being 'Dean's Mother Hen' side.
"It definitely sounds as if this creature is after the children and the adult just happen to be in the way, which reminds me how mom died." Dean was reminded of their mother's killer, but he knew that the parents being in the way was popular with both human and monster killers, that did not mean they were dealing with a demon. It was simply something the two killers seemed to have in common; Dean slowly moved his tongue over his lips, with a sigh he glanced in his brother's direction, as he could see his brother's hand thoughtfully reaching together under his chin. Sam had always preferred to think things through before acting, which was quite rare for a hunter, and Dean always knew his brother could have gone farther if he had left the lifestyle as a hunter. "Looking through the histories of this town, I can't catch a connection, maybe it is not about the town, but something else."
Six Hours Later...
Dean frowned to himself, as he parked the car in the town's fancier neighborhood, where the first victim's house had been, only to find the police were already there, grabbing the right identities Dean glanced around, to see who they should be dealing with. "Let's check out the children's rooms," he said, walking up the driveway the brothers showed their identification, and made their way inside, Dean frowned, seeing the blood, he noticed Sam's expression, Dean shrugged for he had grown used to the harder parts of the job. "No sulfur," he admitted, as he turned to face his brother, only seeing a third presence that made him stop where he stood, seeing the brunette he recognized Dean noticed the confusion on Sam's face as his brother glanced from Dean to the female. "Beatrice…what…didn't think I would find you here. On the case too?" he asked keeping his emotions locked inside. Beatrice noticed the harsh glance in Dean's eyes. That hadn't change, she thought silently among herself. That guarded stare. How she mis... Beatrice tossed the thought aside the second it appeared. Licking her lips she sighed. "Funny, I thought you'd be dead by now." She replied with a bit of sass, arching a brow seductively. Yes, she was still bitter over the break up. No, she wasn't ready to move on course the huntress secretly wished she had better control over her emotions. But she doubt he would even notice the bitterness. If he did, well she would cross that bridge later.
With females, Dean knew he had never been the best compaion, he wished he could treat them better, when those females became hunters he found that he somehow overstepped his boundaries between the job and the relationship which happened to develop. From the time he was a teenager he recognized just how much his flirtations could receive the attention of a young woman, on the job he was used to using those aspects to get what he wanted. But sometime later, when learning that there were female hunters such as Beatrice, he knew that intimacy could be lost, he had never meant for something to be created between the two of them, he had learned early on not to form emotional attachments. Despite the fact that she was a strongminded female, he knew she was quite capable of taking care of herself, but he did not want to have her death on his conscious. Because in spite of it all, Dean cared deeply for Beatrice. Forcing back his emotions, he did his best to focus on the case which presented itself before them, instead of seeing how beautiful Beatrice remained or the sexual intimacy which had always been there between himself and the brunette he tried to focus on the case...for once. "Nah, not dead,the evil bastards only wish I was, still alive and kicking another day." Dean retorted with a heavy amount of sarcasm, the bitterness in her voice was clear to him, he tried to ignore the past which he had ran away from, feeling Sam's eager eyes on him. Dean knew Sam all too well to know that he was observant enough to feel the tension in the room, he could feel his brother's intelligent eyes watching him searching for answers, which made him change the subject introducing the two.
"Dean, you know this woman?" Sam asked. Realizing that he did not introduce Sam and Beatrice to one another, Dean introduced his brother. "Beatrice, this is Sam, my brother. Sam this is, Beatrice, she and I met while you were off at college." He explained lightly, then tried to direct their attention back towards the bloody mess. "Do you have any idea what happened here?" Same asked her. She turned her sights on Sam, she gave him a quick glance. Cute, but total boy scout in her book. "I have an idea. If you have't noticed the large collection of clowns downstairs then you are slacking in your job, tisk tisk." Beatrice paused with a devious smile. How she loved to tease. Becoming serious she pulled a paper from her back pocket and held it before the Winchesters. "There's a doll I've been after for about a month now, it's cursed. You ever see the movie Chucky?." The huntress bite her bottom lip. " This couple were the last ones to see it. I believe that's what happened here." The huntress explained as she folded her arms, seeming a little nervous. Of course she was! Cops, god how she hated cops. Finally turning her attention to the She spoke in a low tone. "Look you know I hate cops, they make me on edge met me at tonight when they're gone and I'll give you everything I have."
Dean knew with the repeated deaths, they could not waste the time worrying about the moments they had shared together, he knew that his brother would pester him for answers later. He had to smile at the attempt at her sense of humor, clearly that was something she hadn't lost along with her independence, it had been her strong mind which had initially attracted him. Beatrice had always been a tease, he knew with her quick mind, that had appealed him to her initially, he knew that she had made him curious and of course the flirtations between the two of them had grown into something more. "We all know dolls often are used in rituals" he commented, noticing her eyes on the door, Dean had to chuckle with amusement, he knew she hated the police even more than himself, Dean did not hate 'em, he just considered them an annoyance. "Where are you staying? Sam and I can meet ya there or if not perhaps somewhere else, so we can figure out a plan to stop these murders." Dean could not say he was unhappy about the thought of seeing more of her.
