Full Circle

Summary – When a video tape is watched and seven days later people start to die in a small town how will the problem be solved, and how much blood will be shed before it is?

Rating – T gore and swearing will be throughout (not my fault the boys have a potty mouth)

Disclaimer – If I owned Supernatural would I be sitting here right now?

DAY ONE

Dean pulled the Impala up along side the curb and turned the engine off. After leaving the diner Dean and Sam had went to the library and did more extensive research on the three victims. Sam had hacked into the police reports and had pulled up photos of the three victims; both Sam and Dean couldn't hold back the gasp of horror and surprise that left their lips, they had never seen anything like it before and Dean was pretty sure if he had have ate more than a slice of toast for breakfast it would be making a second appearance on the old oak table the brothers were situated at. Dean was sure that the newspapers had been exaggerating, but after seeing the photos for himself he thought that they didn't hit the nail on the head, hell they didn't even hit the thumb that held the nail in place!

"My God," Sam said as he finally pulled his gaze away from the police photos, "what could have done this?" Sam asked his older brother, hoping that he held the answers to the horrific happenings of the small town. Dean rubbed his hand over his eyes and let out a sigh trying to dislodge the images from his mind. He quickly ran through a list of things that could do this to a person, mentally checking off the things that it couldn't be before he finally voiced his opinions,

"Best guess is a vengeful spirit, maybe we could check see if anything has happened like this before" Dean said as he looked Sam in the eyes with his 'all about the hunt' face in place.

"Sure, let me just get the obits…" Sam said as he typed frantically away at the abused keyboard of his laptop, "Well, this could take a while so, maybe you could go over the reports on the three victims again, make sure we didn't miss anything the first time 'round" Sam said to Dean, only breaking his concentration from the screen to jut his chin in the direction of the print-outs of the reports of the three victims.

Dean pulled the several pages closer to himself and pushed his sleeved up past his elbows and let his gaze fall onto the first of the many pages, and began to read over the information even more carefully, especially since he was sure he hadn't came across this before.

Several hours later and Dean was extremely bored. He had scrutinized over the victims reports several times, watched as Sam delved into the orbits for the entire town of Dallas for the past fifty or so years, became bored of watching boy-wonder and finally settled on walking around the library; sure it wasn't massive but it was big enough for him to walk around, and he was getting restless of having to sit still for so long, like a puppy made to stay inside when it was raining outside. Dean had his hands in his worn jean pockets and he was looking at all of the books that took habitant in the dusty shelves, wondering how Sam could have went to college and been around all of these books all day long…how Sam could go and leave him and Dad…Dean quickly stopped the path that his thoughts were traveling down; Sam was here and he had made clear that he was going to stay. Dean let a small smile grace his lips as he thought how happy he was that he had Sammy with him; now all he needed was to find John and they would be a family again. Suddenly Dean heard voices coming from the row next to him and he listened to the hushed voices of the occupants; sure Dean Winchester was not a gossipy kinda guy, but something about the tone of the voices made the hunter in him stand deadly still and concentrate on the words that were being spoken,

"She said that someone phoned her and said…" the hushed voice of a teenage girl said, and Dean strained to hear the nest words but they were whispered to the other occupant and he couldn't hear even as he tried in vain. He heard a shocked gasp, and he could even detect a hint of fear, before the primary speaker began to talk once again, "and that was exactly a week before Mary…died" the last words were spoken in a softer and sadder voice but Dean paid no attention to this as something about what the girl had just said sparked a thought in his head.

Dean walked quickly back to the table were Sam sat dejectedly over the laptop, still scrolling through various names and dates. Dean walked over to the oak table and didn't even take a seat as he lifted up the several print-out pages of the three victims and started to flick through them before he held one up triumphantly with a grin gracing his lips. Sam stared at Dean wondering what it was he had discovered on his walk around the small library,

"What is it?" Sam asked as Dean held out a page for him to take. Sam took the page and looked at the name, "Mary-Anne Armstrong?" Sam asked with confusion,

Dean looked over to the door where he saw two teenage girls leaving and he remembered the conversation he had overheard, cause there was no way that Dean Winchester was an eavesdropper, and turned back to Sam, "I think we just found our starting point" Dean said before lifting his black jacket off of the back of the chair he had been sitting in, and therefore stating to Sam, without the use of words, that it was time to leave this dinky little library.

Dean pulled the Impala up along side the curb and turned the engine off. The house that they were now sitting outside was at the top of a hill; though not steep, still high enough to cause damage if you were unlucky enough to fall down. The house belonged to the parents of Mary-Anne Armstrong, victim number three. It had a long pathway that led the way to several steps up to a white porch that circled the entire building, adding to its' charm. Sam and Dean walked along path to the house; they had stopped of at a motel not far from the library that they had been researching in, and they were now both dressed in suits as they decided that going for members of the state police would help get them more answers than a nosey newspaper reporter, sniffing around for the most interesting story. Sam walked ahead of Dean and knocked the door gently but still firm enough to be heard, yet not loud enough to seem demanding and obnoxious. They waited for a few moments before the door opened to reveal a rather large man in his fifties.

"Hello. Can I help you?" the man asked in a deep voice, laced with pain and a loss still fresh. The man was roughly 6foot 3 and was a heavyset man with a beard and would have seemed scary and ignorant had it not been for the gentle tone in his voice, which was at the present moment lost behind the other emotions that were lacing his speech. Sam quickly extended his hand to the man and gave him a firm handshake,

"I'm Officer Harris and this is Officer Rodgers," Sam said as he indicated to Dean with a tilt of his head, and the man extended his hand which Dean shook also, "We are very sorry for your loss, but the State Police have to look into cases such as this". The man moved aside to let Sam enter with Dean close behind before he shut the door and directed them into the living room where they sat down on a large couch and Mr. Armstrong sat on an armchair off to the right, before he began speaking again,

"What do you mean, 'Cases such as this'?" Mr. Armstrong asked with a confused and weary expression on his face,

"Mr. Armstrong, the cause of your daughters' death was quite unusual, even the doc's couldn't explain what happened. There have been other instances like this and we want to get to the bottom of it before someone else gets hurt," Dean said with a determined look on his features. Mr. Armstrong stood up out of his seat, closely followed by the two brothers'. He stepped forward so that he was standing dangerously close to Dean, enough to seem threatening, yet not enough for Dean to react.

"Too bad you didn't come and harass some other family, sort this mess out before my little girl died!" Mr. Armstrong shouted, glaring down at Dean who was at least three-inches shorter, yet this did not frighten Dean in the slightest, he had dealt with bigger fuglier things in his life. Sam quickly shot his brother a disapproving glance before discreetly stepping in between the two men, the fact that he was taller than both giving him an advantage so that he could diffuse the situation.

"I am very sorry for my partner here, but sometimes it takes a lot of loss before we get sent down here to deal with things" Sam said with his gentlest most, 'I-am-the-sweetest-and-most-genuine-person-you-will-ever-meet' face, in conjunction with his puppy dog eyes for good measure, and he was satisfied when he saw the man visibly relax.

"Sorry, it's just, I miss her so much" Mr. Armstrong said, his voice cracking and tears coming to his eyes. Sam laid a hand on his shoulder and used the same reassuring voice as before,

"Would it be okay if me and my partner here had a look around?" Sam asked while indicating with a jerk of his head to Dean who had now moved back slightly, "see if we could find anything that might aid in our investigation"

Slowly Mr. Armstrong nodded his head and Sam gave him a smile, and Dean a nod of the head. Mr. Armstrong sat back down in the armchair that he had been previously occupying and Sam walked out into the large hallway followed by Dean.

When Sam and Dean were out of earshot Sam grabbed Dean roughly by his arm, only to have Dean shake it off just as roughly, with a scowl on his face,

"Hey, watch it!" Dean scolded as he rubbed at the spot on his upper arm where Sam had grabbed him. Sam leaned his head down so that he was closer to Dean and whispered so that Mr. Armstrong couldn't here,

"What the hell was that about!?" Dean gave Sam a confused look, "We really need to work on your people skills" Sam said with the shake of the head as they walked up the stairs and across the landing,

"What, I have good people skills" Dean said with a look of hurt on his face. Sam looked at Dean and let out a laugh,

"Hustling poor people out of their money at pool does not count as good people skills" Sam said with a small laugh as he small the grin that broke out on Deans' face. Dean quickly grabbed the door handle to what was obviously Mary's room; the sign on the door kinda gave it away, and held it open for Sam, making a sweeping motion with his arm and bending slightly at the waist indicating for Sam to enter first. Sam just rolled his eyes,

"Yeah, your such a gentleman Dean" Sam said in a sarcastic voice as he walked into the room and glanced around the room before opening the top drawer of Mary's bedside table,

"The ladies seem to think so" Dean said his grin growing bigger and bigger at Sam's eye roll and obvious discomfort at the thought of Dean's sexual escapades.

"Hurry up and start looking for something that could help us out" Sam said as he flicked through a notebook before putting it back in the drawer when he was satisfied that it wasn't of any help.

Dean walked over to the cabinet where Mary's television sat, along with a range of DVD's; all were of the soppy teenage girly films that one would expect to find in a teenage girls room. Dean was just going to pass it off as useless when something caught his eye; a DVD called 'The Ring' sat on top of the pile. Dean opened the case and found a standard disc with the name of the film on it, but Dean's trained eye caught the insignia under the title; it was a five pointed star, and therefore it caught Dean's interest. Dean closed the case and put it inside his jacket pocket before turning around to Sam,

"Come on, we better get going. Don't want pop's getting suspicious do we?" Dean asked and Sam nodded his head before following Dean back out of the bedroom and back down the stairs. Dean didn't bother to tell Sam about the DVD; what was the point if it turned out to be nothing, and if it did then he would tell Sam. The brother quickly thanked Mr. Armstrong and walked back over to the Impala before driving back off down the hill into the town again.

It was late at night and Dean was sitting at the end of the bed that was nearest the door of the motel room that they would be staying in for the duration of this hunt. He was dressed in a pair of grey sweat bottoms and a black t-shirt. Sam was in the bathroom having a shower; Dean had made sure to get his shower first so that he could check out the DVD without Sam there to bother him. He put the DVD into the player that was attached to the TV/DVD combo and pressed play. He waited several moments before several images flickered onto the small screen; a woman was brushing her hair, a man on a chair that was on the ceiling, and various other equally disturbing images, even for Dean. The final picture that lit the screen was a white ring of light before the screen returned to black, the dust showing up once again on the dirty motel room television. The DVD had only stopped for a few moments when the phone rang; Dean's features took on a confused expression before he walked over to the phone that was sitting on the bedside table that was positioned between the two beds. He picked up the receiver and held it to his ear, and he was about to open his mouth to speak when he heard a voice, muffled and defiantly not natural,

"You will die in seven days" before the line went dead. Dean stared at the phone as it was possessed before he slammed it down onto the handset. Just then Sam decided to come back out of the bathroom, now dressed in a pair of navy sweat bottoms and a white t-shirt, still towel drying his shaggy hair,

"Did I hear phone ring? Who was calling?" he asked as he looked over at Dean with a neutral expression on his face which suddenly changed to one of concern when Dean turned to face him; his nose had a small trail of blood trickling from it, causing a small river along his top lip, "Dean why is your nose bleeding?!" he said his voice raising slightly in concern as he walked quickly over to where his big brother was standing. Dean lifted a hand to his nose and looked at his fingers as they came away soaked in blood,

Dean let out a small laugh, albeit a humorless laugh, and looked up at Sam with a look of worry across his features, "Think I know something about the deaths Sam"