The next day, Dean found himself following a detective into the morgue. He'd arrived in Tennessee, where Tim and Reggie were killed, late the night before, but decided to rest up take the case in in the morning. Hence, now he was going to check out the crime scene.
"I gotta warn you Agent Carver, this is gonna be a gruesome sight," the detective said.
"Eh, you'd be surprised at the kind of things I've seen," Dean said.
The detective chuckled as they walked. "Yeah, I've seen some stuff too, but this is bad. I don't even know what to make of the injuries those men suffered, and that's not even the half of what went on down in that basement."
Dean was about to ask what he meant when they walked into a room where the coroner was waiting.
"Hey, Jake," the doctor said.
"Hi, Joe. This is Special Agent Carver. Agent, this is Doctor Kirk, our coroner,' the detective introduced.
Dean briefly shook his hand. "You too. I can only guess you're here for the two with the lack of eyes and liquidated organs."
"How'd you guess?" Dean asked sarcastically.
"Over here," Doctor Kirk said before leading the way over to one of the drawers against the wall and pulling one of them open and revealing a dead man on a slab.
Dean recognized the dead man as Tim. He also recognized the manner of murder. He didn't know what he didn't think about it when Bobby explained it. He'd seen a person's eyes burned out of their skull before. It was how angels smote their victims. Though calling them victims was a stretch. The ones Dean had seen at least weren't innocent. They were demons who deserved what they got. Tim and Reggie, however, were victims. They were hunters and these angel dicks killed them.
"Like I said, gruesome. I've never seen anything like it," the detective said.
"Me either," Dean lied. "So what did you mean when you said this wasn't the half of it?"
The detective sighed. "Look, I didn't wanna mention this to your boss. I didn't think he'd take it well, as he knew the victims, and I'm not sure how well you'll take it either, but you need to know. Whatever happened in that basement, I'm not so sure these men were innocent in it."
Dean glared at the man a bit. "What the hell does that mean? They had their freaking eyes burnt out!"
"I'm not saying they deserved it, but something sinister was going on down there. That basement was a bloodbath and the blood wasn't all theirs," he said.
"There's another victim?" Dean asked.
"Well, we didn't find another body, but we did find another blood type down there. We don't know who it belongs to yet, but there was a substantial amount. We also found rags and a knife with that same blood type and your friends' fingerprints on them," the detective explained.
Grudgingly, Dean could understand why the detective came to the conclusion he did. He had no idea Tim and Reggie were hunters and were probably torturing a demon down there or something.
"Do you wanna see the other body," Doctor Kirk asked.
"No, I've seen enough," Dean said before walking towards the door.
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About an hour later, Dean was seated in his car outside the police station with Castiel. He'd called the angel and asked to meet him the second he was alone.
"You're sure?" Castiel asked after hearing that angels had apparently murdered two hunters.
"Yeah, Cas, I'm sure. Your freaking buddies are going around murdering hunters," Dean growled. He knew it wasn't Cas' fault this was happening, but he was ticked off and Cas was the only angel he could vent to.
"I cannot understand that. Angels rarely harm random humans intentionally like that. Many don't mind casualties, but what you are describing is intentional murder," Castiel said. He was very confused with this. Why would his brothers smite two hunters that were insignificant to them.
Dean snorted. "Yeah? So giving me stomach cancer and breaking Sam's legs doesn't count as intentional harm?"
"I did say it rarely happens. They'll do it if it serves a purpose, such as trying you to get to submit to michael, but killing these men served none that I can see.," Castiel said.
"Maybe they're trying to draw me out? Is that possible? I mean, I've known these guys for years. They hunted with my dad."
"I suppose it's possible, but it seems unlikely. They had no way of knowing you would respond. I'd have to think they'd be more creative than this. Still, you may wish to leave," Castiel said.
Dean shook his head. "No. I'm not going anywhere until I find out what happened. These guys didn't deserve this, especially if it was done just as a way to get to me. Those dicks are gonna pay for this," he said before getting out of the car without another word.
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Dean was standing in the police station, waiting by the desk of the detective he was working with. There wasn't much more he could learn from the cops, but he could at least find out who that other blood belonged to. He wasn't sure how much that would help, but maybe it could. He'd learned as a hunter that any information was important when working a case.
Soon, an officer walked over. "Where's Detective Stevens?"
"Not sure. Waiting on him," Dean said.
"You're the agent working with him, right?"
Dean nodded.
"Good, then I can give this to you. It's the DNA he was looking at. Of course, I'm not sure how it's possible. It belongs to a dead guy," the officer said before holding the folder out.
"I'll make sure he gets it," Dean said before taking the file. He waited until the officer left before opening it. He would swear his stomach plummeted down from the roof of a five story building when he saw the photo of the man they'd matched the blood to. It was Sam. Those hunters had been torturing his brother.