"I'm back," I called out. "And I brought you pancakes!" There was a pliable squeal followed by a soft thud. "You okay in there?"
"Yeah I just tripped no biggie," came the reply.
Smiling I sat down in one of the hard backed chairs. Our room was generic, the comforts of home and once you got away from the blandness you could see along the perimeter a thick line of rock salt, also piled next to the beds were duffle bags filled with clothes, weapons, holy water, a long list.
After several seconds the water shut off, the sound of light footsteps on tiles before she came out of the bathroom wearing a light pink "Daddy's little girl" t-shirt and a black skirt. Sitting across from me she pulled the white box toward her that I had set down and lifting the lid, she started to eat the fluffy clouds of pure deliciousness.
"Taylor, honey, slow down."
Taylor had been wolfing them down like it was the end of the world or something, but in the end she smiled and slowed down, diligently chewing her warm pillows of delectable culinary masterpieces. Soon the girl finished her breakfast, both of us diving into our traditional game of strategy. Minutes turned to hours and 1 game became three, there was a trip to the library, and two soft tacos, and then finally Brea came back. Her long light brown hair had been pulled into a sophisticated bun and she was wearing her black FBI suit.
"You talk to the local Police Department?" I asked her as she flopped onto the bed closest to the door.
"Yes, they're all a bunch of pigs, they kept staring at my c-h-e-s-t," Brea stated exasperatedly, staring up at the ceiling.
I looked over at her from my position on the floor and spoke. "Brea, you know she can spell right?"
Her head turned toward me, then over to Taylor who was at the table coloring. "Since when? And fine, I'll put it into better terms, assets."
Laughing I got up while picking up the papers that were scattered like fallen autumn leaves around me before walking over to her. "At least a year Brea. Oh, and that wasn't any better. Here this is what I found out at the library," I told her, setting the pages upon endless pages of research next to her on the bed for her to look at.
"Turns out every month for the past year four or five males between the ages fifteen and twenty-seven, all missing their hearts, all open cases, turn up dead. After looking up local newspapers ranging from city to state, I looked for rituals that might include removing hearts. I scored, there's a demonic ritual called Bellum Amnium in Omnes, which, literally means 'a war of all against all'. Supposedly it brings forth the reign of the second horseman, the rider of the red horse, War. He carries a large sword symbolizing the blood spilled on the battlefield, his power to take peace from the earth, and make men kill each other, to kill with the sword. When I plotted the attacks on a map of the town it formed an inverse pentagram. Oh and I was wrong," I paused, thinking about how in the moment of taking a breath and break I wasn't going to let Brea get in her shocked and witty jibes at my IQ and how I am never wrong, yeah right, think again.
"Factoring in all the other attacks we're directly in the center right where---as the ritual says---War will come forth on his stallion, shimmering blade raised high prepared to bring into the world his brothers Famine, and Death together with Conquer who has already been unleashed upon the world, they shall reign centuries of supreme destruction down on the Earth and all of her inhabitants. So that's what I found out…what about you?"
"Oh, well, pretty much the same on the attacks, but with the last set of victims this "killer" got to a young woman about 23, a student at one of the local universities, by the name of Lauren Manchester along with her date. According to her friends who were interviewed after finding the two of them in the alleyway beside the theater, his name was Tyler Anderson. The Police Department is expecting me to come back tomorrow with my partner, to redo the autopsies."
"Okay, hey how'd it go with those guys from the diner?"
I was trying, though not so subtly, to change the subject because I noticed Taylor staring at us.
"Great, although, I left shortly after you did. Dean, the short one, gave me his phone number and told me to call this weekend. Apparently he and Sam, the tall one also his brother, are in town for business but for some reason they never gave me a straight answer when I asked what it was they did. Anyways, I figured what the hell if we're done by then I'll call, if not, oh well right? I mean there are plenty of other fish in the sea, right?"
Thing is I knew these questions, she always asked me for my opinion but never expected an answer back, I hate rhetorical questions, so I just sat there and listened to her ramble on and on about Dean. It was Dean this…Dean that…and 'sometimes he eats like a squirrel it's so cute!', gag me with a spoon please.
"Oh and guess what they're staying here as well."
Great, just what I need a male version of Brea, as if she isn't enough of a handful, I mean Taylor's easier to handle and she's five, and Brea's only god knows how old.
"JD…Earth to JD…JANETDOE SNIDE! Are you listening to me?"
Her hand was waving at high-speed in front of my face like a ceiling fan trying to catch my attention. I resisted the urge to bite it, but knowing that would just end in disaster I didn't. Brea would consider it an inappropriate joke and be insulted as well not to mention.
"What? Oh yes, yes I was listening." Lie. "Something about Dean right?" Making an educated guess.
"No. Well, yes. As I was driving away from the PD I watched them get out of this old car, I think it was a Gazelle, oh I'm not sure, and anyway they were dressed in FBI issued suits. What do you think it means?"
I knew exactly what it meant, I've known since this morning but how do I tell her, she doesn't play well with other hunters since Gordon tried to hunt us down and kill us, but that's beside the point. "It's an Impala Brea. Also, the thing about Sam and Dean is that---and I could be wrong---that they're hunters."
Again I wanna thank my wonderful Beta Tori (gypsywoman1). Without whom I'd botch the spelling...I think I fell asleep in class the day they taught us to spell...
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