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A/N: Yay, I made it this week! Well, it's still Saturday here so it counts. Anyway, why bore you with this.
Chapter 9
Dean hated doing research. And right now he had reached the point where he wanted to scream. Instead he just drank his coffee. The brothers were at their usual diner. Newspaper cuttings and notes about the victims covered half their table while on the other half was plates of their untouched breakfast. Sam was reading about Phil Grayson, one of the victims when he ran his hand through his hair for what seemed like the millionth time. Sighing, he put down the note and started with his breakfast.
"Nothing?" Sam shook his head. Dean mimicked Sam and finished his breakfast.
"Why don't we go to the library? See if we can find anything there."
"Oh man, do we have to?"
"Dean you do wanna find out if anything's going out right?"
"Yeah, yeah. You pack, I'll pay."
In five minutes they were walking to the library. Half way there, they saw a crowd and parked on the road was an ambulance. Curious, Dean pushed his way to the front of the crowd to see that the paramedics carry a body bag into the ambulance.
"What happened?"
"A lady had a heart attack." The paramedics left. The crowd started to disappear. "The question is why would someone who's having a heart attack enter a dead end alley?"
Dean pointed at the alley behind them. "That alley?"
"Yup."
Dean entered the alley. Sam followed already knowing what must have happened. "So you think this is victim number six?"
"Maybe," Dean looked around for any indication of demonic presence. "Wish we had a EMF meter."
"I think we have something better," he heard Sam say. Dean turned around to see Sam looking at a man in his early forties sitting on the steps of a shop. Beside him was half a bottle of vodka. Dean could see why Sam said they had something better. The guy seemed terrified. He only noticed the brothers when Sam shook his shoulder. He flinched before looking up at them.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you."
"Um-ah," the man shook his head. "It's…it's ok."
Sam walked over to Dean. "This guy's drunk," he whispered.
"Good," Dean walked to where the older man was. "Hey," he said sitting beside him. "Is this your shop?"
"Yeah."
"Don't you need to run it?"
"I decided to…close it…early," he managed to say in between hiccups.
Dean looked at the man's nametag. "Well, Gary it's probably normal after what happened back here," he paused. "What happened back here?"
"Paramedics said…she had a…heart attack."
"That's what they say Gary. What did you see?"
Gary's hiccups stooped with Dean's sentence. "I don't know what you mean."
"I mean something else happened before the paramedics arrived," Dean answered while picking up the vodka. "I really need to know what," he continued, handing the bottle to Gary.
Gary took the bottle and drank as much as he could. "I was at the back, stock checking, when I heard people talking outside. I thought it was teenagers. I was about to leave when I heard a soft scream. It sounded like it was coming from here so I opened the door and-" Gary took another shot of vodka. "-and I saw these two people. One of them looked like she was choking. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that she was having her life sucked out. But the other one…she was just scary."
"Why?"
"Her eyes were all black. All of it. There wasn't even a speck of white there."
"This girl, have you see her before? What did she look like?"
"It was the first time I've seen her. I didn't notice anything about her other then her eyes."
Dean got up to leave when Sam asked the next question. "Why did you say that the victim was having her life sucked out?"
Gary raised his eyebrow at Sam but answered the question anyway. "Because there as this ball of light. I…I think it came out of the victim."
Sam was surprised at Gary's statement so he turned to Dean to find his brother just as surprised.