hello there, here's an update to the master's woe's with the Winchester's. I don't own Dr who or supernatural sigh.
Joel Benson was closing up in the office building where he worked as a Janitor. "I'm getting too old for this kind of work". He thought shaking his balding head wearily .
From down the hall came a scratching sound ,Joel holding his broom like a weapon crept down the hall toward the sounds.
"If it's those kids again I'm gonna call the cop's this time"
But it wasn't, couldn't find anything at all. He started to feel ill and had the nagging feeling that he had forgotten something was then he noticed the pen in his hand and he couldn't remember why he was holding it!
"Maybe I should make an appointment with the Doc about my memory" he laughed nervously. The sight of his hands and arms was far from humours however black marks covered them!
It was then he heard the noses again only this time it seemed closer,like someone was whispering in the back of his mind. It was then he realized that the sound was coming from above his head!
With a sense of dread he slowly lifted his head to the ceiling and cried out in horror and pain as he was struck by electricity!
The sound of the car radio blasting out the lyrics to a dated band jard the master awake. If he didn't know better he would suspect Dean was doing this on porpoise ,surely on one played music that loud ? He'd spent the last five hours stuck in the back seat of the impala forced to listen to their blasted rock bands!
He'd given up trying to get them to turn the music down as it only resulted in Dean turning the volume up even louder "what was that I couldn't quite hear you"The Master just shook his head in annoyance
"Earthlings"he muttered under his breath.
They were headed to a small town in new York to investigate a series of accidental deaths that had occurred over the last two mouths.
Dean stopped on the outskirts of the town in a deserted field. The master sighed with relief as the car motor was shut off killing the radio.
Dean was not about to put the newbie in harm's way without making sure he could handle firearms! To that end he set up a series of empty bottles for him to shoot at and opened the the trunk and started to fish through it for the right weapons.
The master was very interested in the arsenal.
" Ooh pretty toys!"he grinned like a child in a candy factory.
"If your going to hunt you'll need to learn to use one of these" Dean said handing the Master an automatic doubtfully.
Sam started to explain how to use it making the master smirk while Dean leaned back against the car and opened a beer.
"So any time you're ready, its okay if you don't hit the target at first it takes practice" Sam said reassuringly .
Instead of shooting the bottles Dean had set up he turned around and shot the bottle in Dean's hand shattering the glass and causing Dean to jump about three inches out of his skin!
"Dude what the hell !" Cried an angry Dean causing the master to snicker at his reaction.
"I know how to use a gun thank you very much"the master retorted.
Sam raised his eyebrows "obviously!" He said sarcastically.
"What kind of scientist knows how to shoot like that!"
" believe me you don't want to know" the master sighed getting back into the car he had no desire to dig up his past.
The Connor scold at the FBI agents they would have to show up right before lunch He pulled out his charts on the deceased and droned of the facts surrounding the accident, after which the men dismissed him.
The Master watched Dean and Sam examine the body of the Janitor as he leaned against the cold concrete wall of the morgue. The man had been fried to a crisp the master could still smell a metal tang in the air, electricity. But it the marks on the victims hands and arms that caught his interest.
The brothers seemed to be at a loss to explain master decided to hurry things along.
"He was counting something"the Winchester's looked up at him with confusion written on their faces.
"The Janitor, he has tally marks on his body like he was counting something,a lot of something's and the way they are written he must have been looking at them while writing as if he was afraid to look away " the master explained.
Sam looked impressed with the masters explanation though it didn't help them find out what kind of monster had killed the old man
Since most of the victim's worked in the same office so they decided to question their co worker's
Dean straightened his tie as a pretty women in a powder pink blouse stood up from behind the desk as he approached. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She had known the Janitor well and went on about how awfully sad it was.
But she did mention a before the last accident an employee had a mental breakdown and was found wandering around the basement raving about how aliens were after her!