I'm just going to apologize now for this episode. It's original and... yeah, let's just get this over with.
Chapter 11: Timothy Davis
"So we got anything?"
The hunters were stopping at a small diner in Ohio. Sam was looking at the obituaries in recent papers, looking for anything supernatural and/or a pattern. Dean was doing less researching and more eating. George was looking in the papers as well, but she came up with a whole lot of nothing.
"Yes actually," Sam turned the computer to face them, "Apparently, five people have been murdered in their beds, doors and windows locked."
"So?" Dean asked, "Couldn't it just be an extremely good psycho normal serial killer?"
"Probably not considering, all of the victims were men in their late twenties to forties, all were killed the exact same way, and the day the first four victims died friends said they reported that they heard a voice saying 'Help me, he's coming'."
"How'd they die?" George inquired.
"Slit throat, but autopsy says it was done with an ordinary kitchen knife, the one you would find in a kitchen door, each done with the same knife," Sam told them. "Latest victim was Jason Davis, wife was Sally Davis, and one son, named Timothy Davis."
"Those guys our next stop?" George asked
"Well, we've got no other leads." Sam said.
"Where is it?" Dean asked.
"They've been in various towns, same general area, but the last murder was in Welton, Indiana."
"Who were the other vics?"
"Rupert Smith, Christopher Allen, Albert Wyler, Martin Grayson, and finally, Jason Davis," Sam listed off.
"I think," George clapped her hands, "We should head to Welton, our 'mystery killer' might still be there."
"I was thinking the exact same thing," Sam replied.
They were walking up to the Davis house. They were all wearing FBI suits. Dean knocked on the door. A young (handsome if you asked George) man with black hair and blue eyes opened the door. He looked like he recently woke up. "Hello?"
"Hello, I am Agent Malcom," George introduced, "These are my partners, Agent Young," George gestured to Sam, "and Agent Scott," she gestured to Dean. She flashed her fake FBI badge "I assume you must be Timothy Davis."
"Um," he scratched the back of his net, "Yeah. You're here about my dad right?" They all nodded. Timothy turned his head, "Mom! These FBI guys are here about Dad!" he shouted into the house.
A woman with short blonde hair and brown eyes walked up.
"Sally Davis?" Sam asked.
"The one and only," she chuckled.
"We would like to ask you-" Sam was cut off
"A few questions about my husband I know," she laughed, "I've watched enough cop shows. Come in," she lead them to the living room. There were two couches, each facing each other. The three hunters sat on one couch, Sally sat on the other one, Timothy leaning against the entrance to the room. George noticed there was an old stuffed rabbit, with black eyes that looked like they were staring into her soul.
"Whats that?" she pointed to the rabbit.
"Oh, we got that at a garage sale a couple weeks ago. From the, um... Who were they Timothy?"
"The Graysons," Timothy told her.
"Yeah the Graysons." Dean glanced at Sam.
"Alright, let's get this over with," Sally sighed.
"What was your husband like?" Sam asked, at the paused, he continued with, "We think all the victims have a similar personality."
"Well, Jason was kind, kindest man I ever knew" Sally laughed humorlessly, "Of course, I'm most likely biased," Sally paused, "I sometimes told him he was too kind for his own good."
"Now," Dean began, "Did you feel a bit cold over the last couple of days?"
"Yeah, but first of all, it's just the heating system, second of all, how does this have anything to do with my husbands death?"
"So far all of the victims seemed to have malfunctioning heaters." Sally nodded, "Also, has Jason said anything strange or out of the ordinary?" Sam asked.
"Well, he did say... that he heard a little girls voice saying 'Help me, he's coming'. But that's just crazy. What would that have to do with my husband's murder?"
"That's classified ma'am." George lied.
"Is that all agents?" Sally asked.
"Yes." Sam nodded.
They had booked a motel room at a not-too-bad-but-not-the-best motel a couple blocks down from the Davis house.
"Grayson?" George asked closing the door behind them, "Isnt that the-"
"Last victim before Jason." Sam finished.
"So what do you think, cursed object?" Dean asked, sitting down on one of the beds.
"Most likely,"George plopped down on the couch.
"Okay, I'll do some more research, and you two go check out the other vics." Dean groaned while George had a small smirk on her face.
"Come on Dean," George said.
"And now, where did you get this stuffed rabbit?"
They had traveled to the house of the first victim, Rupert Smith. They were disguising themselves as collectors who had interest in the stuffed rabbit.
"We actually got it at an auction in..." Regina Smith trailed off, "I think it was Cicero? It apparently was in the auctioneer's attic and she thought she could get a good amount of money for it."
"Yeah, now, who did it belong to?" Dean asked.
"I think it belonged to the her great aunt, Cathy Williams."
"Okay, thank you. Was the auctioneer a widow?" George asked.
"Yeah, why is that important?"
"Nothing, just curious."
"Can you get me some info on Cathy Williams?" Dean asked Sam on the phone. Dean and George had stopped outside a library.
"Sure, I'll get right on that. What will you guys be doing?"
"We'll be..." Dean shared a glance with George, "Interviewing people."
"Sure, see you later," Sam hung up.
"Okay Dean, heres the deal," George explained, "A reliable source told me Timothy goes to a certain bar in town every week." Dean nodded, "So, we go to the bar, you get a chick, and I get to speak with Timothy, and we'll all get drunk and have a good time."
"I'm on board, but what bar?"
George rolled her eyes, "The only bar in this town, you know, the one we passed fifty times driving around?" Seeing Dean's blank face, she sighed, "It's called Blue. Remember, if Sam somehow catches us, explain that we were interviewing Timothy." George clasped her hands together, "Lets do this!"
Dean and George had driven to the bar, and it did not live up to the name. There was hardly any blue in there! But George ignored this when she saw Timothy sitting by the bartender. Dean was distracted by a woman wearing an extremely short dress. George went through the crowd and sat down next to Timothy.
"Why hello Mr. Davis." she smirked.
"Agent Malcom? What the hell are you doing at a bar?"
"First of all, call me George. Second of all-" An attractive bartender walked up. "Hold on a sec. One Sam Adams." The waitress walked away to get the beer, "Second of all, I'm here to interview you." The waitress arrived with the beer. She opened it and took a chug. "So first of all, what's a twenty-something year old godsend like you doing living with his mom?"
"Oh, I don't live with my Mom, I live across town. How is this interviewing me about my dad's murder?"
"It doesn't I just wanted an excuse to talk to you."
"Well, it worked."
"Good, or else this would really hurt my record," George joked, "You know," George admitted, "I know how you feel."
"With what?" Timothy asked.
"Well Tim, can I call you Tim? My Dad died as well. And it was just awful, absolutely awful. But if there's one thing I pride myself on, it's my brutal sense of honesty. I feel sorry for you, but I'm not sorry for your loss. When my dad died, people who said this annoyed me to no end. They didn't know him, they're not sorry, they're just saying it because it's the 'right thing to do.'" George finished ranting.
"Oh my god thank you!" Tim laughed, "When my Dad died, it was so annoying when people did that. I didn't think there was anyone else who thought like that!"
"Only 5 minutes talkin and we're already getting along!" George took another sip.
"I guess so," Timothy chuckled.
"You know, my job requires me to travel around a lot and we're probably never going to see each other again after this is over so I think this is the point where would should start kissing."
"You're absolutely right." George pulled him into a kiss.
Okay, I should explain, first of all 'I thought this was a Sam/OC story'. It is don't worry, just our little Timothy is going to be important later. Sorry for any inaccuracies about the bar scene. I had never been to one myself, so therefore, I have no idea how it works. I wouldn't be surprised if you haven't guess the whole plot of this. I'M NOT GOOD AT WRITING ORIGINAL STUFF. JUST MAKING THAT CLEAR. Sorry if this felt rushed, but I feel like George would be the 'kiss first, talk later' kind of girl so yeah. REVIEWS ARE WELCOME.