OK Well I finished a chapter earlier then I thought I would. During a Psych episode some things came to my mind for the story. After about 3 episodes I finished. So enjoy the second chapter!
The two hunters parked in front of a nearly abandoned motel, "Awww man! Why can't we ever stay at a good place?" Dean sighed as he closed his door. Sam smirked, "When hell freezes over." They grabbed their bags and Sam checked in, handing the man a fake credit card. Dean grabbed the card from the man and went to their room, throwing his bag onto a bed and going straight to the restroom. Sam sat down and opened his laptop, doing more research of the victims. Dean splashed his face with water letting out a long sigh before looking up toward the mirror. His eyes widened as he saw Castiel in the mirror, standing right beside him. He quickly spun around to find that no one was there. He walked out of the bathroom, after calming down.
"Dean, I found something. All of these women worked in some kind of law. Detectives, cops, F.B.I.."
"So what, are demon is going after law enforcers?"
"Looks like it."
Dean sat down onto his bed and opened his bag. He began to rummage through his bag until he froze, shivers running down his back.
"Dean, the demon wants you. He plans kill you and Sam. You work to protect people, the types of people the demon wants."
It was Castiel's voice again. "Dean? Are you OK?" Sam voice startled Dean for a second. Dean nodded, "Yeah of course. Just trying to remember if I put my F.B.I badge in my bag or the car."
"It's in the car. Like always." Sam said questioning his brother.
"Oh yeah. Thanks Sammy." Dean mentally sighed, "I can't tell Sam about what I've been hearing. He'll think I'm nuts." Dean thought before snapping out of his blank stare towards his bag, he looked at Sam. "Well, we should go check out the last victims work. Office and all."
"Her name was Sarah O'Hara. She was a detective. Head detective to be exact."
"Sarah O'Hara huh? Well let's just go. We should be careful. Something's telling me this thing may be after us too."
"What? Why?"
"Our job is to protect people. Same as the others."
Sam shrugged, "OK. I'll be on the look out," Dean nodded and sat in the driver seat of the impala. Half way to the closest station Sam spoke up, "Dean, are you sure you're OK? These past two days you've been acting odd. I mean waking up like you did earlier, freezing up, rejecting a strip bar? It's not normal for you." Sam said concerned. Dean sighed and rolled his eyes, "Sam, I'm fine! Stop asking already." Dean parked the car and grabbed a fake F.B.I badge. He walked into the station with Sam and they shows their badges to the chief, "I'm agent Smith and this is my partner agent Copeland. We're here to check out Mrs. O'Hara's office for any clues on to as why she was murdered." The young girl with bright blue eyes and blue hair nodded, "Alright, if you will follow me." She walked to a closed off office and opened the door, "This is it. Now I have to go finish some paperwork so if you need anything, feel free to ask." Dean nodded and flashed her a smile before she left. The two boys began to look through thee office. "Hey Sammy, you looked at the reports where they investigates right?" Sam nodded at Dean's question. "Were they looking at a case that lead them to a warehouse 52?" Sam once again nodded, "Yeah but they weren't able to find anything there so they eventually dropped it." Dean stood up, "Let's start there then." He walked out of the girls office. He looked at the young blonde, "We got all we need for now." She smiled and nodded, "Very well. Goodbye agents." Dean and Sam both walked out but before they were able to open the Impala doors Dean felt Sam staring at him, "What now Sam?" Sam sighed, "The girl was pretty yet you didn't make a attempt to hit on her? None what so ever! Something is wrong with you." Dean rolled his eyes and got in the car. Sam shoke his head and sighed then sat in the passenger seat.
They drove until they reached Warehouse 52. Dean opened his trunk and grabbed salt, holy water, shotgun, and rock salt, he stuffed them into his bag. He looked over to Sam and saw him putting the same things into his bag. "Ready?" Dean asked looking back at the trunk. Sam nodded, "Yeah." They walked into the warehouse, quietly.
"Dean, be careful, it's here." Castiel's voice boomed in his head.
Dean gripped his head but shook it off and looked around when he saw a shadow move. He pulled out his shotgun and holy water. His eyes widened when he saw Sam forced to the wall.
"Sammy!" Dean yelled and began to run to Sam's side.
"Dean! Behind you! Turn around now!" Dean spun around on Castiel's command to see black eyes staring at him.
Cliffhanger because I'm horrible like that. I have a P.H.D in horribleness(I will give a cookie to whoever gets that reference) Anyway, I know there wasn't as much Cass as I had hoped in this chapter but there will be more of him in the next chapter, which will probably be done tomorrow. I'm gonna update daily since I write fast and my chapters aren't to long. I also apologize for that. I'll try to make the next chapter longer...Bye for now though.
