"Mr. Winchester? I'm Captain Brass of the LVPD and this is Gil Grissom of the LVPD crime lab." Brass introduced them to the lanky young man. Sam Winchester was rocking a baby and giving him a bottle in the infant pediatric ward. Brass assumed that this was the boy baby of the twins because there weren't any casts on the kid. He noted that unlike other family members who might have been doing the same thing, this young man had a shot gun across his lap.
Sam noticed the look at the shot gun from the cop and smiled. "Yes I have a permit for it, Captain. It is also only loaded with rock salt shells. The 9mm in the waistband of my pants is loaded with silver and consecrated iron. I have a permit and a concealed permit for that as well. No one in my family goes unarmed against things that go bump in the night if we can help it and right now, these little guys need to be guarded."
"So I was told. Now I need you to tell me." Brass knew he was coming across as hard and uncompromising, but he had not only a woman killed inside a jail cell while she was in police custody, he also had two uniforms downstairs with broken bones swearing that she was killed by something supernatural. Sam Winchester had already said something that could be construed as a threat. It was time to get to the bottom of this, now.
"Yesterday morning I was woken up by a vision of two uniformed officers gunning my brother down because he was firing a gun into a woman who had just thrown a baby at him across a room. As she threw the baby I heard her yell, "Here's your worthless brat, you fucking creep, leave me with the little," at that point all I heard were the gunshots.
"I knew that it was going to happen when we went to Vegas and that if we didn't go the baby would probably die. The only thing I could think of to change the outcome was to make sure that Dean was unarmed except for his protection amulets." He showed them the leather bands across his wrist. "Now a hospital is a place where sometimes you have to be, but for one of us it is also a bad place because we tend to be trouble magnets. Of course, most of the time we're looking for the trouble too, so six on one hand, half a dozen on the other, you know?
"But still, a lot of people die from injuries sustained from violent actions in hospitals. That makes hospitals not such a nice place for anyone who is or who might be psychic. I don't know if either of the twins are or not, but I'm taking precautions until I do know for sure.
"As for what I told your CSI Brown, I meant it. These are Dean's kids and there isn't a single demon hunter in the world that will get between that bitch and the demon when it comes for her. I know you have to, being police and all, but we don't have to and we won't." Sam looked down at the sleeping baby in his arms. "How do you people do this?"
"What do you mean?" Grissom asked.
"Day in and day out you people see the worst things that one person can do to another and yet you don't let it get to you. I'm going to have nightmares for years, and I only saw an assault on a baby. You've seen so much worse." Sam laughed softly. "I think my brother is right. Demons I understand, people are just plain crazy."
"Not everyone is suited to being a cop," Grissom said gently. "We need to understand what you mean when you say this demon is coming for Misty Baker."
Sam sighed and got up to place the baby boy back in the bassinet beside his sister. He made sure that the ring around the children was still intact and went and sat back down in the rocking chair. "On the night of my six month birthday, after everyone was supposed to be down for the night, a demon came into my nursery. For some reason my mom came in to check on me or something. She woke my dad up with her screams. He came charging into my room to find my mother on the ceiling with bleeding from a slice across her belly. She burst into flames. My dad grabbed me, thrust me into my big brother's arms and told him to take me out of the house and to not look back. He tried to go back and rescue my mom, but it was too late.
"That's how my family got into demon hunting. My dad learned everything he could and taught us. One of the things that he learned was that my mom wasn't the only one it had happened to. It always happens on the child's six month birthday. For some reason that is the time of vulnerability. Sometimes the entire family is killed, sometimes just the mother, but in every case the way the mother dies is the same.
"I don't know why. No one does. What I do know is that my family has made tracking down this demon and killing both it and as many of its spawn as we can our life's work. It's my father's obsession to be bluntly honest. The demon will come after that bitch. But it won't happen until the twins are exactly six months old. So, you've got time to get ready for that. My guess is about a month, maybe a month and a half."
"They turned six months old this morning. Misty Baker is dead and two of our officers are downstairs with broken bones." Brass was blunt.
It was the look of anger that changed Brass' opinion. This guy wasn't behind Misty Baker's death. His words helped as well, not that Sam Winchester was upset over Misty Baker's death. "Son of a bitch! Damn, I should have checked, we could have caught the damned thing. Do you have any surveillance tapes of the cell where she died?" If Sam Winchester wasn't obsessed with catching the demon who killed his mother, he was doing a find job of pretending he was.