Chapter 3: Rough Around the Edges
Thousands of miles away from South Dakota Sam and Dean have finally found a lead in the State of Kansas. The two have heard that there have been a few suspicious sightings within the city and various people have been announced missing. Their universe is under attack and there are is no appropriate evidence to prove what exactly haunts the city of Kansas. Lives hang on the scale of death and until the evil act can be solved it will only continue. More people will be victimized and families will be torn apart forever. The lost citizens of Kansas leave behind grief and agony that journeys throughout the city like the medieval plague against the merchants and the clergy in Europe. The curse will continue unless Sam and Dean can figure things out in time, therefore, Kansas City is their only lead so far.
"I don't understand." Sam says as he is researching the web for anything on the Kansas City kidnappings. The story is all over the news and there should not be one person in Kansas who hasn't heard about the case. Even the undead citizens of the city recognize the news above them.
"Well, nothings hear, but there certainly had to be somethin." Dean wonders.
"This entire case just doesn't make sense Dean and we've never seen anything like this happen before. What the hell has taken these people?"
"Hm let me see. Two weeks have passed since all of the kidnappings started. A total of seventeen people were snatched up, but we cannot see anything wrong in this city like we suspect. The only logical reason would be that Casper the friendly ghost is back and he's haunting the city. Got damn Casper, I knew we shouldn't have let em go Sammy." Dean breaks down into laughing hysterically while Sam looks at him with his 'are you serious' face. "Come on, it makes sense right?" Dean continues his sarcasm and still smirks and chuckles a while longer. While Sam once again questions Dean's maturity level, if there is even any in him.
"Can you get serious Dean? If we want to get any further in this investigation we shouldn't take this too lightly. I mean, come on Dean, Casper really?" Sam's facial expression is one of disappointment now and he quickly shifts his concentration back to the computer and his research.
Dean finally quits his antics and decides that he needs to take a break, at least for the moment, because they have been researching forever and it all ends to nothing.
"Where are you going? We have to keep this up." Sam tries to bring Dean back into the case before he leaves, but there is no getting to him. Dean races off to the Impala, leaving Sam to complete all of the research as usual. Hopefully he'll have better leads when dean returns to the motel, but until then, Dean has some fun planned ahead of him, and Sam must crack this case while he actually has freedom to focus.
The bar is packed with ladies. Dean searches around checking them out as he gulps on his beer. He continues to look around deciding which woman he should hit on in a couple of seconds. He continues his search and his eyes are like binoculars as he rates the women within his mind. His scavenger hunt is over and someone joins him at the bar counter. She is a very beautiful woman in a white dress that seemed more like a skirt if you asked Dean. He looks her up and down, her eyes are a timid blue, the hair a curly sandy blonde, and by the way she was dressed just spelled out DTF; Dean's mind and other parts speak the same language. She doesn't really pay attention to Dean yet, but believe that Dean sees her, and she has him hypnotized. Her trance embodies Dean's thoughts and all of his attention beams onto her. This woman is on stage and Dean is her top fan with the V.I.P tickets that gives him access to a front seat to her performance.
Dean angles his body more towards the blonde woman's direction and he tells the bartender that he wants two shots. One for him and the beautiful woman sitting next to him. The bartender slides over the drinks across the marble table and Dean slips one over towards the woman. She motions her head slowly to the right to get a better glance at Dean and she mirrors her eyes with Dean's and an eye to eye connection is held together like glue. He is loving the moment and it is the best day that he has had in awhile, hands down. His heart beats with increased adrenaline. The excitement races all throughout his body like cars on a track. The caterpillar's cocoon that was once in his stomach as he searched for the right woman to flirt with has fully developed into a butterfly. This butterfly floats around in Dean's stomach rapidly and it is love at first sight.
"Thank you so much, finally I find a man that understands how to treat a woman. These days you don't really come across gentlemen like yourself." She continues to deeply absorb Dean's eyes with her own as she smiles and giggles at him. The shot lays on the table veiled by her left hand. She is ready.
"Well, you should receive these things a lot more often, those guys were a bunch of douche bags." He jokes around putting on his Winchester charm.
"I guess I have been around a lot of them lately." She laughs and he chuckles along with her.
"By the way, I'm Dean. Nice to meet you?"
"Chloe."
"Nice to meet you Chloe." Dean's charm wins again.
"It's very nice to meet you too, Dean. We need more gentlemen like you nowadays."
He then makes a toast to all of the douche bags who fail to treat a woman right and he sincerely has her reeled in from this moment and on; she is fish bait. The shots sink down their throats like the Titanic and the two get to know each other a little more. They talk for awhile and Dean really is enjoying himself. Time is ticking as a bomb does when close to its detonation, and he doesn't realize how many minutes have been thrown out the window until it is passed the time he wanted to return back to the motel with Sam.
"Well, it's been nice talking to you, but I believe I gotta hit the road now. Time sure passes in a flash."
"Awe, really?" She kind of whimpers in a way and Dean recognizes the disappointment brought to life when he said he had to get going.
"Yeah, I'm running late babe." Dean cheeses and winks his eye a bit. Trying to play it off cool as Chloe feeds his ego.
"No, don't leave just yet, Dean. Stay awhile longer, we're just getting to all of the fun stuff. We have gotten to know each other for a bit, and I was contemplating on getting to know each other at least a tiny bit more. Please Dean, don't go yet." She begs with a moist puppy dog look in her eyes, her lashes curl up, and Dean can't resist letting the day end like this. He would regret it for the rest of his life, therefore, he simply cannot skip this opportunity, it would be brutally unintelligent to do so on his part.
"Ok. Well, I say we head down to my motel room for a bit then, Chloe. Continue this conversation there, it's getting kinda stuffy in here, there's a lot douche bags sweating around here." Dean is smooth as butter.
"Great minds really do think alike and I was hoping the same." She replies back as the two get up and barge out of the congested musty bar.
Sam calls Dean to tell him the news that he has figured out about the case while he was out partying being lazy. The phone rings and as time advances each second the phone sounds its tune even longer. There is no pick up from Dean and his voicemail only continues to pop up by the end of the calls. "Why won't you ever answer when I find something out that's important? Damn it Dean!" Sam's thoughts are building up with frustrations because his brother is just so damn hard-headed for him to handle all of the time; he genuinely needs to break away from Dean whenever he has the chance to. Lets just say that Dean increases Sam's blood pressure here and there, maybe even does considerably more damage to his mind and body than the supernatural can cause sometimes; it's hard out there for Sammy.
He holds the door out to the side so that his date, Chloe can enter. Dean then jumps into the driver's seat and revs up his baby letting it warm up a bit before take off. "I think I'm in love with this car Dean. I just love the way the engine roars and the entire car is vibrating. That's American muscle for ya." Chloe responds glancing over at Dean in the most flirty and sexual way she possibly can. He redelivers his own flirtatious grin as he cannot wait to return back to his room at the motel. Hopefully Sam would give him some alone time with Chloe before they really cracked down on the case.
"Of course you love it, but if you didn't, I would have turned into one of those dick bags you're so acquainted to these days. The first thing I expect in a woman is that she must absolutely under any circumstance like my baby right here. We're a package so we come hand in hand. Hate on the car, then we have a situation on that needs solving immediately, because things will get wild."
"And here I was thinking you weren't a dick like all of the rest of the guys, even they wouldn't dare do that." She laughs and understands Dean's sense of humor.
"Well looks like you have a good taste in vehicles, so step one is accomplished." He replies with a smile.
"Great. So what's next on this so called 'Dean's List'? She straps on her safety belt and Dean mimics her.
"Let's finally get the hell outta here and continue this party over at my motel room already. My baby's heated up and ready to hit the road."
"Sounds like a plan." Dean backs the Impala out of the parallel parking position and pushes the gas down taking off into the evening. A new lady in his passenger side tonight and things couldn't appear any better as of the moment.
In a hurry Dean speeds his way pass the army of traffic like a soldier possessed to win a race, because his nation's survival lies at stake; a lost only resulting in the death of his people and country. Dean and Chloe make it to the motel room. Ready for a good time the two evacuate the Impala parked out front as the sun glistens across the windshield of the car creating a spark. A spark for the two of them, which one could say symbolizes the brightness of their oncoming relationship, and just like the spark, their new connection will shine.
Dean jabs his key into the door, unlocking it, and Chloe is the first to enter inside the motel room. She pauses herself cautiously. He shuts the door and twists the lock sealing the it. The room is empty and Sam is nowhere in sight. Lights inside of the room are dimmed and the two love birds are ready for action. "Ladies first." Dean replies and Chloe slowly advances north, ahead of Dean, as she strolls for the bed. Dean lurks behind her.
In the matter of moments Sam charges out of the bathroom door and smiles at Chloe as he approaches his brother's side. The two stand in front of her chuckling away and Chloe just stands there reflecting her sadistic glare at the two of them. She tries to escape, but she cannot defeat the pentagram set for her. "How in the hell did you figure it out, Dean?" She asks.
"We've been hunting for a long ass time so we can sense a creature light years away. Can't believe you actually thought I would let you put your nasty little demon hands on me? You got damn demons never change." Dean annoys her with his smirk. Chloe's pupils shift to a bloody red hue and her face flushes the same demonic color as her two eyes. She looks above her targeting the ceiling and from there she knows that she is done for. Her body is positioned directly within the demon's trap that Sam decorated across the ceiling just above the edge of the motel bed.
Sam frantically looks at his brother. His eyes are as curious as children wondering how babies are made. "Dean, don't you feel like it was way too easy to get her here?"
"Now that you say that, well, yeah."
"You stupid little Winchesters are all the same. You truly didn't even consider that the plan all along was for me to get the two of you together! Like father like sons." Chloe explodes into hysteria.
"How do you know our father?" Sam demands and he lunges closer towards Chloe.
"Poor little Sammy. Only if you knew the type of things that I've done to your little daddy down in hell." She smirks away and Sam is frantic in his movements.
"Close your damn mouth before I rip it off!" Dean argues. He carries a bottle filled with holy water and he is ready to release his fury onto Chloe's face, but she still goes on about John.
"I had his body engulfed in flames as he begged like a dog for me stop. I whipped his melting flesh and it oozed down like burning wax on a candle. Piece by piece John's screams became more violent and then more pathetic than before. His face I can remember for decades and his beatings lasted for a millennium, an eternity he suffered, and it was all implemented from these hands you witness right here this very moment. The joy I had those years in hell with your father were the best years I have ever experienced in all my life being a demon!"
Sam and Dean's eyes feel the pain of their father, because they too have experience in the field of hell, and those memories they only wish could be forgotten. Hell's torture lives inside of them and there is no getting passed the reality that Sam and Dean have faced before. To now know Chloe sadistically carved away at their father like he was some sort of art project does not sit well at all. The brothers have had enough and the revenge begins. Dean jabs the open end of the bottle towards a trapped Chloe and it explodes onto the side of her face. Her skin burns off like vampires being exposed to sunlight for an entire day. The burning sensation finally shuts the demon up and now the game is played the other side around this time. She is in their world now and they are the supreme punishers of the law for this instance. Revenge is plotted throughout Sam and Dean's minds and the all ideas on how to interrogate Chloe next are unimaginable. In fact there is only one feeling for them both at the moment, revenge, and all of the synonyms that connect with that single word illustrate their purpose. No matter how terribly Sam wants to take part in her suffering, he cannot, because he knows there are more significant matters to carry on about than revenge.
Dean continues to slingshot the holy water at her upper body to implement the most pain he possibly can. It slashes through her skin deeply and the darkest blood they have ever spilt skips down Chloe smashing and staining the gray carpet. Chloe's agony is unearable. Her scream could shatter all of the mirrors inside of the rooms of the motel like bullets would. Sam steadily shouts at Dean to stop, because there is some valuable information that she can provide them. He heavily ignores what Sam implies and his rage takes all control over his body. Dean's hate for Chloe and what she did to his father fuels his dirty actions to the worse extent.
"Dean! Stop it Dean!" Sam screams at the top of his lungs caveman style. Chloe's screams only intensify each second as Dean finally comes to a halt. He switches his concentration on his brother, Sam, and questions him.
"Didn't you hear a got damn word she said Sammy! She toyed around with our father in that demon hole. She brutally burned, whipped, and who will know what else she has done to him. This sonuvabitch deserves this and you know it!" Dean takes a seat in the brown chair next to the bed so he can chill down a bit, because his anger even defeats the temperature in hell. He takes a couple of deep breaths.
"I understand that Dean! Don't you know I'm feeling exactly the same, after all my father was punished down there too. If we want to get any information on Azazel and have any chance in taking him out then this is the perfect opportunity, Dean, calm down and play smart. Don't go shooting first like you consented not to do. Come on we have her right here where we want her so let's do this right."
Chloe's laughter seeps into the conversation and she interrupts the family feud between Sam and Dean. "Brothers will always be brothers huh? You Winchesters are all the same. Boo hoo hoo! A bunch of cry babies."
"Lady will you shut the hell up already before I gank you!" Dean awakens from his calming state of mind and his pride pilots his actions once again. He gets out of his seat and splashes more holy water onto his victim of the hour. She cringes in pain and then stops once more as Dean does.
"Dean. Please, let's be intelligent, for mom, and for dad. I'm trying to do whatever it takes to find Azazel, to find the solution in killing him, and all you are doing is blindly letting your anger get the best of you. Take it easy, Dean. We only get one shot at this and I want to make sure we don't waste it by letting stupidity take the best of us." Sam replies.
"Alright, damn it Sammy! I'll let you do whatever you want, but you better make it quick, because I'll burn the hell out of this bitch! I swear!" Dean recovers back to his seat and lets Sam take over the show, for now at least. He still itches to burn the hell out of Chloe.
"A little too late to be asking twenty-one questions. Like I said I brought the two of you together for a purpose." Her wicked smile could ignite the room on fire.
"And just what is that?" Sam asks.
The door is busted wide open and the windows are splattered across the stained motel carpet. Sam and Dean back up targeting their guns ahead of them. Coming to the knowledge that there is a high chance that they may not make it out alive. Demon's barge their way into the wreckage of the motel and Dean and Sam are dangerously outnumbered. The ceiling is split right across the demon's trap and Chloe is released from the pentagram that kept her hostage. She is now the wolf and the brothers are fair game for her pack who are ready to devour Sam and Dean inch by inch.
"I brought you together to die!" Chloe levitates Sam and Dean towards the back of the room, their bodies wiggle in the air just as rag dolls do. Dean is forced to the wall by Chloe. Drawing her fingers down his head knife-like amputating his mind. Blood flows downwards across Dean's skull and he is battle wounded; he carries his red badge of courage with pride. Sam faces a similar fate from the other two demons who toss him around the room shattering his ribs against the bloody motel walls. He cannot move anymore and his body loses.
"No one toys with me like that and gets away with it alive. I'm going to punish you like the poor little dog you are. Just like your father I'm going to split your damn body into pieces and repaint this damn room with your leftovers!" Chloe's eyes penetrate the room mercilessly and it looks like the Winchester life has caught up with the Sam and Dean again. The life of the hunter who are now the hunted; it happens to everyone in the business sooner or later. Sam and Dean are just hoping that somehow they make it through all of this. After all they usually overcome these obstacles one way or another.
He barges through the door like a marine as he fires at the demons with his pistols. The rounds of fire latch themselves into one of Chloe's back up demons. His head disintegrates as the demon is forced to retreat himself. One demon down, only two more to go. Chloe lets go of her hold on Dean, he flops along the wall, and dead weight impacts the floor. Dean screams in agony. Sam rests only a few feet away from his brother and believe me when I say he is feeling the pain all over. His ribs have taken a beating and Sam's legs are practically done for. The savior strides further along to the left of the room as he never retires his finger from pulling on the triggers of his ballistics. They implode and enter the second back up demon and he is forced out of his vessel as well. The smog flees from the body, which is now a corpse, and Chloe is the last demon standing.
This savior rejoices his pistols into the air as the eyes of his guns give Chloe the stink eye. Ready to penetrate round after round into the demon's skull. "You see these aren't made with any old traditional bullets. I've packed these bastards with holy water so don't move a muscle you hear?" The hero says as his aim is steady on her targeting right in between her demon skull, but she flees her vessel, and removes herself just in time to escape; no more demons are going to die today.
Sam and Dean are wrecked from head to toe and their hero strides along their side holstering his weapons to his sides. "You boys are darn crazy for walking into this trap like this one. A bunch of rookies would make the mistake you made today." He says.
The boys have just about enough energy to look up to witness who has just saved them, they cannot believe their eyes, and they soon lose all consciousness. Blackout.