Chapter Two
"Hey, guys!" I cried cheerily, watching the two hunters get out of their black 1967 Chevy Impala, "How's it hanging?"
"Nice to see you kid." Dean responded, pulling me into a half-hearted side hug. Both brothers were dressed in tacky black business suit, ready to investigate the recent murders.
"So what exactly is going on here," Sam interjected, "You were kind of vague over the phone."
I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the upcoming monologue. "This place has been having some extremely weird homicides for a couple of years now. There was a serial killer, some crazy-ass animal attacks and, like I mentioned, a hitless. Well, really more of a deadpool. Anyway, none of that matters because the really weird part has been happening in this last month.
"The first kill took place in someone's house. The whole place was locked from the inside but somehow someone got in. And proceeded to recreate the famous death scene from Psycho. Like, you know the shower scene. But instead of some sort of dummy, he killed someone."
"So what suggests that what's going on here is our gig." Dean asked.
"Yeah," Sam cut in, "Could just be some psycho with an old movie fetish."
"Okay, yeah, at first, that's what's it seemed like. But then the kills got a bit more extreme. Like, one woman who was killed in a re-creation of the Birds was actually killed by the birds that were suspended in the air around her. Like actual birds!"
"What other kills have there been?" Sam asked, looking uncomfortable.
"Well the killer, who's calling himself the Director, did a recreation of Jaws. The guy died of a shark attack. In a lake that had no connection to the ocean and no previous shark problem."
"Damn." Dean muttered.
"Oh yeah. And a Rose and Jack died in a melted part of the local ice rink. That didn't seem particularly supernatural until you realized that there was a fishing boat standing upright in the ice. And a bunch of other dead people frozen to death around them." The brothers stayed silent. I cleared my throat, "So do you, um, have any idea what's going on."
The Winchester's shared a look. Finally Sam spoke. "Honestly, right now, I have no idea what's happening here." He smirked, "But when have me ever known what's going on?" He smiled and I gave him a wide grin in return.
Dean sighed, "Charlie, have you talked to the local authorities yet?"
"Um, yeah." I pulled out my fake FBI badge. "Agent Granger, reporting for duty. You know, I think the police are hiding something."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"Well, it's obvious they have no idea what's going on. But, well, they seem sort of… unfazed. Like the whole idea of something supernatural going on doesn't surprise them at all."
"Huh. Weird." Sam muttered.
"Alright let's go." Dean said as he started to get his body back into the driver's seat.
"Wait go where?" I asked, hoping they weren't leaving.
"Back seat, Charlie. We're going to the Beacon Hills Police Precinct.