Chapter 7
As Dean parked the Impala in front of their room and exited the car, they were confronted by Paul and Marina Burke – the motel proprietor. "Is everything okay? When Ross called from the station, he was in a real panic." Paul asked.
"Sorry but can't give you any information at this time." Sam said, with a tired smile.
"Paul! You should know better than to ask! They are agents for the Government! They can't tell the likes of you anything!" Marina said, slapping her husband on the arm.
Paul rolled his eyes and guided his wife away with an apologetic smile.
Sam opened the door to the room and tossed the key down on the bedside table, then collapsed onto the unmade bed. "Think I'm gonna catch me some shut eye."
"Sounds like a plan." Dean said also falling onto his own unmade bed. "After all, wanna be fresh for my date tonight."
"And while you're having your date, I'll be here trying to work out what is going on around here." Sam said.
"I could always ask Ginny if she has a sister…."
Sam didn't let Dean finish. "I'll give that miss thanks."
Over the next few minutes, the brothers Winchester drifted off to sleep.
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Dean's eyes fluttered open as he slowly came to wakefulness several hours later to the sounds of Sam lightly snoring. He stretched and checked his watch, noting it was close to 1pm in the afternoon. Dean sat on the side of the bed contemplating what to do first – get something to eat or make his date with Ginny. A call from nature made his decision. He made his way to the small bathroom, gently closing the door so as to not wake up Sam.
When Dean emerged from the bathroom Sam was still lying on the bed but awake.
"Wakey wakey sunshine." Dean said, sitting down to pull on his shoes. "You hungry? Gonna go get some food."
Sam shifted his gaze to his brother but before he could reply, Dean had picked up the keys to the Impala and was headed out the door.
Sam rolled his eyes, sighed and mumbled, "Don't get me a burger. Don't want a burger. But I guess I'll have to eat a burger."
Dean returned a little while later and tossed a greasy brown bag towards Sam. "Here ya go."
"Lemme guess, a burger?" Sam asked.
"What else?" Dean replied as he sat at the small table. "So, what's the deal with the happenings in this town? Anything new?" He asked around a mouthful of food.
"You know as much as I do about all of this. What we really need to find out is how it ended up here from South America. There has to be some kind of a connection – something or someone in town that its connected to. I'm gonna need to have another look around near the cave."
"Well, I figure you might be doing that without me tonight dude. I've got me some serious comfort coming my way with the lovely Ginny." A huge smile spread across Dean's face as he took out the napkin with Ginny's number on it and began to push the buttons on his phone.
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Ginny checked her watch again and then took another sip of her beer. She hoped to God she wasn't going to get stood up. Spending the evening alone at T & D's Tavern wasn't her idea of a good time. Her mood was beginning to get nasty when she spied Dean walking through the tavern doors. She inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.
Dean made his way towards the table she was sitting at and slipped into the chair next to her. "How you doin'?" He asked casually.
"I'm a lot better now. Thought you were gonna stand me up Dean." Ginny said bluntly.
"Oh yeah, sorry about that. But I'm here now. Want another beer?" He asked.
Guess I shouldn't ask why he's late then, Ginny thought. "Wouldn't say no."
Dean got the attention of the waitress and ordered two beers.
"So Dean, what brings you and your friend to this little part of Nevada?" Ginny asked.
"My friend Sam and I are FBI Agents investigating the recent killings up at the caves. Seems like Baker's population is decreasing rapidly. And what about you?" Dean asked taking a drink of his beer.
"Me? Not much to tell really. Born and bred in Baker and one day hope to leave all this crap behind. This town is way too small. I need to see what's out there. It's gotta be better than what I've got here."
"You sure about that?" Dean asked seriously.
"You bet. Nothing's holding me here – in fact, nothing's been holding me here since I was 16; that's when my mom just up and moved on one day. Had enough of the family life and wanted more but didn't want a kid tagging along. To this day, I have no idea where she is and I don't want to know. She's outta the picture - period." Ginny sighed and reached for her drink. "And that's enough of that. You hungry?"
"Always." Dean replied with a huge smile.
Ginny picked up the menu and began to scan it. Not seeing anything she liked, she tossed it back down on the table. "Tell you what. What don't we have another drink and then go on back to my place? I can cook you a nice steak."
Dean raised his eyebrows. "Steak?"
"Yeah – steak, beer and me. What more could you ask for?" Ginny said as her foot gently rubbed up Dean's leg. "In fact, let's just skip the drink and go back to my place now. My car's parked out front."
"Lead the way!" Dean's impression of Ginny was getting better by the second. He followed her out to the parking lot, keeping a close eye on her butt from behind.
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After Sam had dropped Dean off at the tavern, he made his way back to the motel, fully intent on spending the evening scouring for any information that would help solve what was happening in town.
As he was making his way from the car to the room, an uneasy feeling crossed over him. His steps became slower as he looked around – hunter instinct on full alert. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he placed the key in the lock but stopped again. As he began to turn around, something heavy and hand smashed into the back of his head, knocking him out cold. He fell heavily against the door and slid down.
Sergeant Dan Mercer stood with the baseball bat in his hands looking down at Sam's inert body. "You were warned." He whispered, his eyes vacant and staring. "Now you will pay the price."
Sam's first thought was who was playing the drums on his head. He slowly opened his eyes and wished he hadn't as the pain pulsed faster through his head. He groaned and tried to put his hands up to his aching head. His hands wouldn't move. Slowly he came to the realization that he was bound. Every turn of his head brought a myriad of colors shooting through his vision. He could just make out a small circle of light in the distance and the shadows of someone moving.
Sam managed to get to a sitting position, his back up against a cold hard surface. As his vision cleared further, he could see that he was resting up against the wall of a cave.
The shadowy figure took a hold of the lantern and began to move towards him. As the light came closer he could make out who was approaching – Marina Burke. She stood in front of Sam, gazing down at him. "Why did you come here? You're not who you say you are. You should have left well enough alone. Now you will have to be put out of the way along with your friend."
Sam stared at the woman in front of him, noting the cold hard look in her eyes. "Why are you doing this?" He asked.
"Why am I doing this? For my family – for my ancestors. Centuries passed and we were left alone to live our lives; perform our rituals and then stupid, ignorant people invaded our lands and stole from us everything they could. They even stole our children and claimed them as their own. I was chosen; chosen to seek revenge for all the torment they put us through. Coming to our land and destroying our villages, putting to death innocent souls. Through our ancient rituals, I can at least right some wrongs that were committed."
Marina closed her eyes and began to chant, lifting her hands above her head. Sam began to look around him, trying to find a way to escape when he spied Dan Mercer coming towards them, his footsteps heavy and staggering, the baseball bat still in his hand.
Marina turned to Mercer, and said, "Crantsakou frelos heelosim pratyun Sheksah!"
Mercer turned towards Sam, bringing the baseball bat up above his head, ready to strike at Sam.
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