Finally an update! Sorry you guys, I got a new job and it has been pretty demanding. Things are evening out now though, so hopefully I can do this on a regular basis. I hope you enjoy the chapter.
Dean rubbed a hand over his tired face. This was shaping out to be a rather interesting case. They had people killing each other, and no idea what was doing it. "What the hell?" Sam sighed from the other side of the motel room.
"I have no idea Dean. But let's get over to the morgue and check out that last body." It was Dean's turn to sigh. He grabbed his suit jacket and slid it on.
"Let's hit the road then." The brothers loaded into the impala and headed down the city streets towards the morgue. The arrived, flashed their badges and made their way to the back. They'd barely begun there survey of the body when Dean's phone rang and Castiel appeared before the brothers. They searched the body and Castiel informed the brothers that the soul had been taken from the body, and that the man and all the previous victims, had been recently marked by cupid. "So we have a cupid icing people?" Castiel stared at him for a moment, interpreting what Dean had said to him.
"I'm not sure, but we should investigate this." Dean sighed and Castiel's response.
"How do we find a cupid?" Sam questioned the angel. Castiel turned his attention from his staring contest with Dean to Sam.
"We can just find where he is marking people, and I will ask him to make himself known. He will most likely cooperate as long as he does not feel threatened." He looked pointedly at Dean when he said this and Dean held his hands up in mock surrender.
The bar was crowded. It was Valentine's Day and the pickings were ripe, or they would be if Dean has shown any interest. "Dude, what's up with you?" Dean gave Sammy a puzzled look at his question. "You love Valentine's Day. You used to swear it was like 'unattached drifters Christmas'." Dean shrugged. He opened his mouth to respond but was cut off when his phone began to ring.
"Hey Cas." He paused and listened to the other man for a moment. "Alright, we'll be right there." He slipped his phone into his pocket and motioned for Sam to follow him. "Cas says he needs us in the back room, says he can get the cupid to appear there."
Five minutes and three extremely awkward hugs later the boys were face to face with and extremely naked cupid. The male angel was bouncy and happy, the complete opposite of everything the boys had come to expect of any angel they encountered. Of course, Dean had to open his mouth and hurt the cupid's feelings. As far as Dean was concerned though the mild look of panic and complete bewilderment on Castiel's face as he tried to comfort the other angel was worth it.
"So, Cupid's not the murderer?" After his obvious statement Dean found himself on the receiving end of an almost matching set of 'bitch faces'. He shrugged his shoulders and turned to leave the bar. "Okay, okay. Got it. Problem is, now we're back at square one." He heard Sam sigh.
"Maybe not." It was Castiel who spoke up. "I have heard of many things that steal souls, but perhaps, if I saw it in the act I could decipher the type of creature." Castiel's face was pensive as he spoke, Dean could tell the angel was deep in thought. He mulled Castiel's idea over in his head. The major flaw with the plan was that they would have to wait for there to be another victim, someone else would have to die. He sighed.
"We'll keep up the research, but if another body drops before we find anything, we go with Cas' plan." Sam nodded at his brother. "Alright, well let's get back to the hotel. Hit the books." The elder hunter exited the back room of the bar and made his way out to the Impala, getting in and starting the car as he waited for his brother to make his way out. "What took so long, Bitch?" He questioned when his brother finally joined him.
"I was talking to Castiel, Jerk. He's going to keep his eyes open for any deaths. Keep an eye on the body even before we get the call that somebody else has died. To prevent the soul being taken before we get to the morgue." Dean nodded at his brother and pulled out of the bar. It was going to be a long night.
Sam was acting weird. Dean could see something was bothering his brother. He was twitchy and jumping at the smallest noise in their motel room. Finally after the third time he swung his head around to stare at the window at a car going by Dean decided to say something. "Sam, what's going on?" Sam just stared at his brother.
"What do you mean?" Dean gave his brother his patented 'are you kidding me' stare. Guilt washed over Sam's face. He put the book he was reading down on the table in front of him and turned his body to face his brother.
"I don't know what's going on with me." Dean just sat quietly waiting for more. "For months I haven't wanted it. Haven't even thought about it." His brother paused and took a breath. Dean felt his heart constricting in his chest. He knew exactly what the 'it' Sam was talking about was. "And now today, since we got to this town really, the urge for it has just been growing. I'm craving it again. I feel like I need it." Dean shuddered. "I think, if it gets any worse you're gonna have to work this one without me Dean." Solemn brown eyes searched his face for any trace of disappointment. Dean forced a small smile at his brother.
"Well then, you'll just have to let me know if it gets worse. At least you're admitting that it may be a problem." Sam just nodded sadly at his brother and turned back to his book. As soon as Sam's back was to him Dean let his face fall. He wanted to scream, and throw things. He had no idea what was going on with his brother, but he wouldn't let him go back to what he was before. Dean would not watch that happen to Sam again. He would lock him in the panic room for the rest of his life if he had to; Sam was never touching a drop of demon blood again. Just as he managed to steady his hands enough to pick his book back up a loud crash had him on his feet. The door to their hotel room flew open, pieces of the doorjamb scattered in every direction. Three men stood in the doorway, and Dean knew right away what was going on.
"Our boss sends his regards." The first demon spoke before moving in on Sam, who was also now on his feet and prepared to attack. Dean took his eyes off the impending fight with his brother to focus on the two demons headed his way. He slipped the demon killing knife of his hip and tensed his muscles in preparation. A fist slammed into his chin and Dean felt himself fly backwards and slam forcefully into the back wall of the motel, losing the knife in the process. His head was spinning but he forced himself on his feet and turned his attention back to the fight. He kicked the nearest demon in the knee, effectively sending him to the ground. The second one attempted to hit him from behind, but Dean ducked down and grabbed his arm, spinning him in the air and slamming him on the ground. He turned to reach for the knife but a hand around his ankle brought him to the ground. He grunted when he made impact with the floor and attempted to army crawl over to the knife. He heard Sam let out a yelp by the door but he didn't let himself look, he couldn't afford distraction right now.
Just as Dean was about to rap his hand around the knife he felt himself yanked backwards and flipped over. He stared up at the demon, his face defiant even as he feared for himself and his brother. He had no idea how he was going to get them out of this. The demon brought a fist up to slam on Dean's face but the impact never came. Blood hit Dean's face and he noticed the angel blade sticking out of the front of the demon's chest. The knife retracted and the body fell forward on Dean, he pushed it off and rolled over, prepared to thank Castiel for saving his ass yet again but what he saw shocked him. Standing before him wasn't Castiel, but a blood covered Elizabeth who was smiling grimly.
"What are you doing here?" Dean asked her as she made her way to Sam to help him to his feet.
"I was here to let you know I managed to snag myself a ring. But it looks like I'm here to save your bacon." When Elizabeth took her hand from Sam's elbow Dean noticed the change in his brother. He could see the hungry look on his face and Dean cringed. He looked around; demon blood was everywhere.
"Help me get Sam to the bathroom." Liz looked at him like he'd sprouted a second head.
"Why?"
"Don't ask why, just help me get him in there. Now!" Dean grabbed Sam as he was crouching closer to the body of one of the demons and began to try and drag him to the bathroom. Sam began to flail and try to fight Dean off of him. Elizabeth stared at the struggle for a moment, trying to figure out what was going on between the brothers before she grabbed one of Sam's arms and helped Dean struggle with him into the room's tiny bathroom.
"Okay, what in the serous hell is going on here boys?" She noticed Sam taking deep breaths, apparently trying to calm himself. He seemed to be a little better now that he was away from all the bodies.
"It's nothing just . . . ." Sam cut his brother off.
"No Dean, it's time to tell her. She needs to know if she's going to be helping us with the rest of this case." Dean looked like he wanted to argue but Sam held up a hand to silence him. "This is my decision to make."
"Holy shit." Each word stretched out like an entire sentence when Elizabeth spoke after hearing Sam's story.
"Yeah, so now you know. All of this is my fault. And now I've got to fix it, whatever it takes." Elizabeth just nodded at him. She knew Sam did what he did with the best of intentions, but she also knew Sam well enough to know no matter what she said to him she couldn't change his opinion of what he'd done.
"Okay, well first we've gotta figure out what the hell is going on here. Then we can get back to trying to save the planet." Sam shook his head at her.
"You and Dean are going to have to do this without me. I . . . can't handle it. We know that demons are involved now, and I don't trust myself right now." Dean nodded and left the room, Elizabeth just stared at Sam.
"Well what are you gonna do Sam?" Dean reentered the bathroom with a pair of handcuffs and Sam nodded at him.
"I'm just going to sit this one out here, where I can't mess up anything or hurt anyone." Liz sighed but nodded. If there was a chance of him falling off the wagon, staying behind was definitely the best option for him. She ran a hand through her long dark hair. This apocalypse was becoming more daunting every second.
Okay, so we're finally getting close to famine! I plan on speeding up season five, a lot, compared to show because most of my changes and awesome new story lines come in later seasons, so I'm trying my best to get there. I promise to try and get an update up a LOT faster this time. Read and leave me a review of what ya thought. :)