Author´s note: This is a all new chapter ..well the beginning is the same than the previous chapter posted here but i added a lot...hope you enjoy!!!!! and if you find the answer to the hint please let me know!!
"Come again?" said Dean with sparking eyes.
" Wolverine sheriff sent me an e-mail about some murders in his town. A tall, handsome guy pretending being a Red Cross volunteer looking for some collaborators entered two Victorian houses massacring the entire family. A little boy was left behind in the second house and told the sheriff about this tall, brown haired guy. I sent Sam's photograph and when the kid saw it, he started screaming and crying. That was a few days ago." said Sheriff Jackson.
"Gosh!! Sammy!!" said Dean, with anguish, "Any clue of where is he now?"
"That guy left the town the same day. But talking with several other sheriffs with the same kind of murders I found a pattern. Small towns, Victorian houses, two massacres and then puff, disappeared. But he came back three weeks later to kill the witness and two more families."
"So, are you saying that Sammy is going to be in Wolverine in two weeks from now?"
"Yep".
"Where is Wolverine?" asked Dean with fury and determination.
"Michigan."
After thanking Sheriff Jackson, Dean went to his room slamming the door. He suddenly became so tired. He finally had found his little brother, now it was up to him. He had to find a way to exorcise the demon without killing Sam in the process. Dean became horrify with the thought of chasing and hunting Sam, his little brother, his own brother, his flesh and bone. He shuddered to think about it.
But now it was action time. He jumped to the bed and picked up the phone. As usual, his father didn't answer so he left a message telling him all the good and bad news. He realized that he had Sam's phone not his.
"Oh, boy! I miss that geek boy," Dean said, playing with his brother's phone. He started reading his mail and found a particularly interesting one. With a yesterday date and sent by Jerk to Bitch. He clicked it and started reading.
SARA MUDDTTES
BY NOON,
LOVE MISTER PANWIRA.
" What the f?" Dean grumbled, intrigued. He looked in Sam's phone and in his dad's journal for Sara Muddttes and Mister Panwira, nothing. Then he did some research with the laptop, nothing. He even googled the names, but still nothing.
That same night he had a very weird dream. He was with two Hooter's girls in a bar when suddenly everything became black and empty.
"Hello?" Dean shouted.
"Dean?" said a far away voice.
Dean still couldn't see anything.
"Sam? Where are you? Can you hear me?"
" I knew it! The telepathy is working!!" said Sam, with joy.
"Telepathy? Sam, am I talking to you or am I dreaming?"
"Listen to me carefully. I'm okay, well not wonderful, but still alive and kicking. My body is fine. This demon Akitar is a nasty one but he is taking good care of it. I'm………"
Silence.
"Sam? Are you still with me? Sam!!!."
"I can't talk longer. Look in my mail" said Sam and suddenly the Hooter's girls were with Dean again.
Dean woke up sweating, his sheets wet. It was only a bad dream or he had just spoken with his brother?.
What had he said? Look in my mail?
Dean jumped out the bed and started looking in Sam's mail again.
"It must be the Jerk/Bitch one," thought Dean, "But what it means?"
SARA MUDDTTES
BY NOON,
LOVE MISTER PANWIRA.
"It makes no sense," Dean shouted to the dark night. But then he remembered how much Sam loves anagrams and hints. He took paper and pencil and started looking for a clue.
He tried several times but nothing. The hours came and went but he was still clueless.
"Oh shit!!!!" he finally said.
Very early in the morning and after sleeping almost 15 minutes, he put all his stuff in a bag, kissed Marty, said goodbye to Fred and left Timnath, Colorado with the promise of calling every few days to his new family.
He spent the entire long road to Wolverine, Michigan trying to communicate with Sam but nothing happened. He had no luck with his father either.
After a couple of days in the road he arrived in Eureka, Illinois where he spent the night in a cheap old hotel. The next morning he was having coffee at Joe's Diner when Candy the waitress gave him the local newspaper and her phone number with gutter eyes.
"The mystery of the dead teens continue unsolved and without any clues" said the first page. " Five, twelve year old girls were found dead in their beds ….." continued the article.
Dean suddenly became very attached to this article. His guts shout hunt very loudly.
Maybe this was the hunt he was praying for, the one that allowed him to prove to himself that he was capable again to do something like a research and hunt.
He paid the bill and ran to his motel room. He then read the article more carefully.
"Five, twelve year old girls were found dead in their beds, one each night for the last five days. Their rooms were closed from the inside; all the windows were closed, too. What the police found more annoying was that the girls were under the beds, in fetal position and with their pillows covering their heads. No signs of a struggle were evident to investigators."
"Show time, " said Dean.
"Good afternoon, Mrs...?" said a handsome man to Mrs. Smith, a forty something pretty woman.
" Mrs. Smith. And you are?"
"Agent Panwira, from the Marshall office," said that gorgeous man standing in front of her with a sexy smirk. He showed a badge so quickly she couldn't see it. "I'm looking for the police officer in charge of that poor little girl's murders case"
Mrs. Smith didn't answer, she was still looking at this Adonis.
"Do you know him?"
"Oh…ahem…her…you are looking for Miss Marple," said Mrs. Smith, flushing. "She is at the last victim's house….23 Woodland Street. The name of the victim is Samantha Spade".
Dean parked the Buick in front of a small white house filled with cops and family friends. He entered the house and asked the first cop he saw where he could find Ms. Marple.
"She is in Sammie's room," a fat, red faced cop told him.
Sammie's room was pink and light green with dolls, teddy bears and actors and singers pictures in all the walls. Under the bed he could see a pair of jeans and boots.
"Ahem!!" said Dean as an introduction.
A pretty red haired, green eyed, twenty-something girl jumped out from under the bed.
"Sorry I was… who are you?" She demanded.
"Agent Panwira from the Marshall offices" said Dean with his best smirk. "My boss is pissed with this case, five teens in five days isn't a good thing, Officer Marple."
"Call me Tammy. Oh.. Wow. I didn't know this case was so important. Marshall office you said?"
"Yep. So five teens, doors and windows closed, found under the beds with their pillows over their heads. Did they die of suffocation?"
"No. The autopsy confirmed that they all died of a heart attack."
"Heart attacks at twelve?"
"Yea I thought the same. I talked with the doctor and he thought that maybe they all died of fear."
"Scared to death?" said Dean with disbelief. "Were the victims connected with each other?"
"They were best friends. Last Friday they all attended a pajama party at Lilly's house and since that day they started dying."
"Lilly?…er…"
"Lilly Rush, the first victim," said Tammy, looking strangely at the Marshall officer without any clue about this case.
"Oh yeah!! Lilly. Sorry I just joined today to this investigation."
"SAMMIE!! SAMMIE! NO! NOT YOU!!!" Someone was shouting in the front room.
Tammy and Dean went running to see who was shouting and they found two girls screaming and crying hysterically hugging each other and being comforted by Sammie's mom.
"I told you, Claire, we're next!" a blonde, thin girl whined to a tall brunette.
"Come again?" said Dean, approaching to the girls.
"It's nothing officer. She's just in shock," the brunette one who was trying to comfort the blonde one said.
" No, I'm not, Claire. He said we're all gonna die, one each day. He would make our worst nightmares true." Said the blonde one, crying.
Everyone in the room moved uncomfortably and made sounds of disbelief.
"He?" asked Dean and put his arm on the blonde's shoulder. "What's your name, hun?"
"Kendra. And yes, he told us all that last Friday."
"Okay, Kendra and Claire. I want to talk with you in private in the kitchen. I really need a coffee and maybe we find some chocolate. Everything is better with coffee and chocolate," Dean said, looking at Tammy.
Kendra and Claire sat together in a bench meanwhile Tammy was looking for something to eat.
"My name is Dean, this is Tammy and we really want to hear everything about last Friday night," said Dean, giving the girls a bowl with ice cream and sipping a huge cup of hot coffee.
"Well," Kendra began, "it was our last summer pajama party. At about 12 o'clock we were bored so Lilly told us that her sister had brought an ouija board. Callie started joking about ghosts and spirits and we all agreed to play a bit. We tried for a while but nothing happened so Callie said it was because we were trying to talk with good spirits. So Lilly and Callie started calling for the worst spirit in all Illinois and the board started moving."
"Who are you?" asked Lilly.
"I'm Anthony," said the board.
"Are you a good ghost?" asked Callie.
" No, I'm not."
"Have you ever killed someone?" asked Rachel.
"Yes, so many people that I can't remember them all."
"We all shouted and cried and Sammie and Claire wanted to stop playing but Sarah continued asking it questions," continued Kendra.
"Why did you kill all those people?"
"Because it's a nice feeling, makes me feel great."
"How did you kill them?" asked Sammie.
"I made them all have their worst nightmares. I love to see them cry and shout asking for their mommy. I fill their night with fears and horror. I made them crawl under their beds and I only stop when their hearts stop beating."
"Are you gonna kill us?" I asked.
"Of course!!! Each of one of you are gonna die screaming and crying in horror and nobody will help you."
"At this moment we all were crying and shouting," said Claire. "I want you to leave now! I shouted and threw the board through the window and to the street."
"And now I realized that all ours friends died in the same order we talked with Anthony so tonight…" Kendra started crying again.
"Tonight I'm gonna die!" she sobbed.