Chapter Five
A feeling of deja vu rolled over me as the Impala screeched to a stop in the parking lot of a crime scene. Parish ran to open my door. "We're too late." He said urgently.
"What do you mean?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"We have an unconscious Maria, a dead Tony and something new." He responded as Sheriff Stilinski, Eleanor, Sam, Dean and the gaggle of teenagers joined our side.
"What's new?" Eleanor and one of the teenagers said in unison. They gave each other an awkward look.
"A note." Parish said, his voice full of tension. "And I have an I.D. on the bodies."
"Who?" The Sheriff asked.
"Anthony Serol and Marie Ricana." Parish said, a speck of tears in his eyes, "Eleanor, I'm so sorry."
I glanced at the officer. She was looking at her feet. "It's… It's okay Jordan." She choked out. "Please… please excuse me." She ran off, her eyes starting to water.
Parish gave me a look, "They were… friends." He sighed and shook his head. "It's a shame… but in this town… well, you just have to get used to it." He sighed. "Anyway… the note."
We walked toward the two bodies. "Oh god." One of the teenager girls said and covered her mouth. The boy stood on the ground, a bullet wound spouting blood out of his chest. The girl was unconscious, her body sprawled across his. But what was worse was the the not. It was scratched, no seared into the cement. They glowed red hot and were curved around the two bodies. Thick, bold, choppy letters. Like children's writing.
SAM AND DEAN, HOW NICE OF YOU TO JOIN THE GAME
My eyes widen. "What!?" I said at the exact same time as the leader of the teenagers said.
"Who the hell are Sam and Dean?" This was another one of the girls. One with short hair and electric eyes.
"That's…" I glanced at Sam and Dean. Did they want me to say something? Would it help with the case? I gave the two a look. Sam nodded yes while Dean vigorously shook his head no. What to do? Sam was smart but Dean was like a brother and sometimes had better judgement. But he also sometimes didn't.
"Agents?" Sheriff Stilinski coughed. "Have something you'd like to share with the group?"
"Um…" I gave Dean a look and shrugged apologetically. "These agents… their first names are Sam and Dean."
"Agent Sam Solo?" Stiles asked, smirking.
"Yes," Sam said, his voice pained.
"So… do you think… whoever the Director is knows you two?" One of the teenagers- the asian girl- asked.
"Or maybe the Director just learned their names and decided to write them here to scare us." Parish put in.
"Um…" one of the girl's said, "I don't think that's right." She raised her hand and pointed at the wall opposite from us.
"What the hell." One of the boys said.
Written on the wall in thick red ooze was: DON'T YOU REMEMBER ME, BOYS? HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THE ANTI-CHRIST ALREADY?