Episode 3
"Unholy Moley"
Chapter 1
Dean had picked this case for it's simplicity. It was a freshie only a week and a half old.
It had been only a tiny blurp in the paper but Dean's trained eye had cought the subtlties that made this, his and Sam's kind of thing.
Dean had to frown. Two years ago "strange" murders and disaperances would have been front page news for at least a week. But now even "strange" murders or disaperences barely made the papers let alone front page. In fact "strange" anything in the papers or news was practicly nonexistent unless you knew what to look for. Dick Roman and his minions had done a decent job keeping a lid on things.
Dean guessed everything that was comin to the human race would be more of a sneek attack. Although Dean had no clue as to why the Leviathan, demons or any other "monsters" were still bothering to hide. It wasn't like they didn't have enough numbers to just conquer everything by now. So it made Dean wonder just what the "end game" was supposed to be.
Pulling in to the parking lot of the Serenity Inn, Dean told Sam to stay in the car while he scoped the place out.
It was safe or as safe as they were going to find, so Dean was satisfied for now. He parked the Impala around the back side of the hotel and got out only the essentials in case they had to make a run for it.
Sam was already settled into the room browsing the net for research on the case when Dean came in with the bags. "Nice of you to help." Dean muttered grumpily as he set the two body sized duffle bags on the floor. Turns out the essentials were everything Dean could get his hands on.
Seeing the size of the bags and noticing how packed solid they were Sam chuckled "What d'ya do go buy more stuff?"
Dean let out a frustrated sigh "No!", "I just don't wanna get caught with my pants down again!"
"I believe they were actually all the way off." Sam said grinning.
"Whatever." Dean said sounding annoyed then muttered "Bitch."
"Jerk." Sam replied with half a laugh. It felt good to have some simbilance of normalcy back and it made Dean relax.
When he reassessed every thing that he had brought in he wanted to laugh himself. There was enough stuff in those bags to wipe out Rhode Island, maybe even a small third world country. Dean sifted through everything and managed two sensible sized backpacks full of stuff, a little liter for if they had to bolt, then he put everything else back into the trunk of the Impala.
The research Sam was doing wasn't really giving anything conclusive. Whatever kind of creature they were hunting didn't fit their usual bill. T
he deaths had all happened in broad daylight, which ruled out a few of the usual suspects, when the corpses popping up looked like animal attacks, anyway. The disapearances had always happened either near the Lincon Caverns or in and near the Sproul Forest with the dead bodies popping up in and near the Moshannon Forest and it had always been some poor soul who had come to see the sights.
The distance was from around almost two up to over three hours between points A and B and the paths of carnage took whatever this "thing" was through towns full of innocent people. This made Dean think that the monster they were hunting could probably pass for human and Sam agreed. But that still didn't tell them "what" they were hunting or how to kill it.
So now the next logical step would be to check out the bodies and see what clues they could gather. It made Dean nervous to go into the Elk County morgue, ANYONE in ANY kind of official place or position could be a Leviathan or some other creature and that included EVERYONE in and around this building from security, the coroner, right down to the janitor and leafblower.
Sam could tell his brother was on edge and he couldn't help feel a little on edge himself. Sam felt the weird but all to familiar sensation of something churning inside him. He felt it in his arms and chest, starting out it felt like an odd bubbling roll working itself from the tips of his finger to his shoulders and from the pit of his stomach to his collar bone, then his mouth went dry and before the sensation completly hit his head he found the "spot" on his hand and dug his thumb into it forcing the sensation back down. It happened EVERY TIME he got nervous or scared and he didn't know why but it was beginning to get harder to fight back down.
Seeing how Sam was reacting to his tension Dean forced himself to relax but it wasn't easy.
Chapter 2
When the coroner popped out of nowhere to ask what business they had there the Winchester brothers nearly jumped out of there skins.
"Maybe going all in wasn't such a good idea." Dean thought as he realized how many issues he was personally having when it came to dealing and when he thought about how Sam was probably doing it started to seem like an even worse idea.
But oddly enough Sam bounced back quickly flashing a fake badge and telling the coroner some fake reason for coming and why they had to see the bodies.
Dean was impressed with how easy Sam got back in the saddle. It took no time at all before the coroner fell for what Sam was saying and before they knew it the Winchesters were up to their elbows in the remains of the creature's latest victim. It was a gruesome sight, all of the internal organs had been ripped out, the skin was ripped to shreds and parts of the body had been dismembered.
Dean was still baffled on "what" they were dealing with, the body was too mangled with no teeth or hair or claws left behind as a clue to "what" they were hunting. Until he and Sam visited the areas of disapearances and body discoveries there wasn't going to be any further leads.
First they headed to the Moshannon Forest which was the closet point to where they were now and it was the place where all of the bodies had turned up. Once to the forest Sam and Dean followed the yellow caution tape down to the scene. There was a small gathering of the local Sheriff's Department that set them both on edge but they still flashed their badges and Dean introduced them as agents Marks and Harrison. So far things went without a hitch which was making Sam feel pretty secure and Dean was beginning to noticibly relax and get back into the flow of things as well.
It had been two days since the last body had been found in these woods and the sight of the discovery held as little clues as the body. It was beginning to look like there was nothing simple to this case. Of course there never was anything simple in any part of the lives of a hunter.
Once they visited the other two sites it started to become frustrating that there was still nothing leading them to what type of creature they were dealing with. It was times like this the boys really missed Bobby and even Frank. Having no choice but to stake out the locations of the disapearances put Dean in the predicament of having to split up with Sam and all he could do was hope that Sam wouldn't go off the reservation while they were apart.
"Gotta take the training wheels off sometime." Dean muttered to himself as he drove around the forrest.
He wondered how Sam was doing, but thinking about Sam suddenly made Dean think about Bobby and got the sensation that the old man was there right now.
Dean couldn't stand it. How would Bobby have reacted to finding out what Sam is now? How would he have reacted to Dean's choice?
"What was I supposed to do, kill my own brother?" Dean asked furiously to the empty night.
"Things.", "Have been tryin to rip us apart before we even got into this world Bobby!", "I'm not turning on Sam, I won't let what he is, what he might become or what plans destiny has for us pull us apart, I'm not losing him again!", "If I have to, I'll walk beside him right into the flames of hell!", "I don't care what we become anymore, but I'm never gonna be on the opposite side of the board as my brother, NEVER!" Dean ranted into the darkness.
Tears were pouring down his face. He hadn't expected for an outburst like that to rush out of him at just the thought of Bobby's disaproval or the realization that he was trying to convince himself more than "Invisible Bobby" that he wasn't feeling in the least internally conflicted about the situation.
Having the feeling Bobby was still watching him Dean whispered as he pushed the feeling away. "I'm sorry, but my choice is made." But in the end, he was really only telling that to the part of himself that was the hunter, the part of himself that ate at his edges and crept around inside him, with the sickining knowledge, that he may one day, have no choice, but to kill Sam.
The ringing of his cell phone startled Dean out of his revelry. He wiped away the tears and tried not to let his voice crack as he answered. "Talk to me." He said fighting to sound normal.
On the other end Sam was telling him how there was someone suspicious lurking around a empty piece of land close to the caverns.
"Alright Sammy I'll pick you up.", "Just stay put." Said Dean "Let's go kill us a monster." He finished, trying to be funny.
Chapter 3
As Dean reached Sam, he found that the suspicious man had already gone. But he had drug something through the field earlier and both brothers knew that it could have been the next potential victim. Sam had seen the man drag "whatever" it was away from an area around the caverns. So it fit the pattern of whatever they were after. T
raveling along the path that cut through the empty lot, the brothers discovered, that there were no homes or vehicles in the vicinity. The drag marks just led to nowhere.
"Maybe what we're hunting can fly." Remarked Dean as he gazed upwards scanning for anything in the sky that didn't belong there. "Well there is another way to go." Said Sam kneeling to look at what seemed to be upturned soil.
"Whoa, the thing just burrowed into the ground and took the vic with it?", "What are we calling this one, "Attack of The Mole Men?" Dean asked then he swore under his breath about how much it was going to suck to have to dig after the thing.
"But, everything makes since now at least." Said Dean shaking his head. "The "Mole Man" or "whatever" it is, is taking people at night when it can safely climb out of it's hidey hole and probably dragging them to some kind of underground lair.", "Then feeding off them in the daylight hours and disposing the unwanted leftovers without even setting foot in the sun."
"Yeah." Said Sam. "It also explains how it's getting from A-B with no one seeing anything."
"What do you think will kill the thing?" Dean asked.
"Well sunlight would be my first guess." Answered Sam. "Maybe fire." He finished with a shrug.
"Well I know if we don't get to the thing before the sun rises we'll have another dead body on our hands." Said Dean.
Gathering shovels and other supplies from the trunk of the Impala the Winchesters set to work on the massive undertaking of digging up what may have turned out to be an area the size of an acre or so just looking for an access tunnel. When they finally found a tunnel both men were covered in grass, dirt, and mud and the land around them was completly dug up. "Brains before beauty, Sammy." Dean said jokingly gesturing at the tunnel for Sam to go first. Sam gave a chuckle, shook his head and took the lead.
Chapter 4
There was no telling how long it took all the brothers knew was that he tunnel seemed to go for miles. Both Sam and Dean started to fear that they'd be to late to save this creature's newest victim. As they moved forward they began to notice that the tunnel grew smaller, becoming so narrow that they had to walk sideways to continue on. "
How'd the thing get another person through here?" Dean asked.
"I don't know, but it's getting to be a tight squeeze." Sam replied as he strained to fit through the increasingly narrow passage.
"Dean!", Sam exclaimed with a grunt. "I'm stuck!." To prove his point Sam tried to move back but couldn't budge. Struggling side to side between the walls of the tunnel Sam gave his brother a look of annoyance as Dean tried to help pry him free.
"I'm gonna have to dig around you, widen the tunnel so you can get free." Said Dean as his attempt failed. "
That's not a good idea." Said Sam sounding out of breath. "You could cause a cave in, we'd both be burried alive."
"Well we gotta think of somethin fast cause this is the only way through." Said Dean. "I'm just gonna have to risk it.", "What's the worst that could happen?"
"I believe I mentioned being burried alive!" Sam said sarcastically.
"Actually, the worst thing would be for us to stay stuck here and end up as Brunch for "Guaco-Mole". Dean said with half a chuckle as he started digging the tunnel wider.
Sam held his breath waiting for a mountain of dirt to collapse on top of him. But that never happened. Instead he found himself free of the cramped space and able to move onward. Luckily the tunnel began to open back up and it widened out to the space the size of a small room, with interconecting tunnel entrances leading in.
"Okay I think we've reached the center." Sam said as he found himself finally out of the claustrophobia causing space.
They were to late, the vitim laid in a pudding of their own insides, torn to pieces, just like the others had been found. Whatever the creature was it was nowhere to be seen. It was tough to find themselves to late to save the life of the poor young woman that had been mangled, but even tougher dealing with not finding the monster they were hunting, knowing that once night fell again, the creature would nab another person to add to corpses pileing up.
The brothers worked through the day exploring the cavernous underground lair and tunnels, that were an interconnected web that stretched for miles in almost a hundred diferent directions. The creature had seemingly abandoned it's den. There was no way to tell were it had gone or how far it had gotten and it was well past dark. Having no choice but to resurface and start all over, Sam and Dean climbed out of the tunnel and went back to their hotel room to do more research.
"Apparantly you hit the nail on the head when you said "Attack of The Mole Men" earlier." Sam said as he pushed himself up from his laptop. "Reports of strange attacks like this date back to before white settlers came to live in America, with even discoveries of burrows like we found.", "Started rumors of "Mole People.", "The attacks happen in fifty year cycles, just long enough for people to forget, then the rumors and legends start all over again."
"Did you figure out were it may have gone?" Asked Dean.
"Well it wouldn't have traveled to far from the center of it's original nest.", "So we're in luck because the center of that nest was right under where the bodies were found."
"So when the next body turns up it should be over the center of the new nest?" Dean asked troubled that it was already morning.
"As far as I can guess yeah." Sam answered. "But from what I've read the attacks only last for the first couple weeks of Spring.", "So, if we don't get this thing by tommorrow morning we may not have another chance for fifty more years."
"Well that doesn't put any pressure on us now does it?" Dean remarked sarcastically.
The report of the next dead body came over the police scanner. It was found roughly sixty miles from the center of the old nest. They waited till night and started digging. Sam and Dean still had no clue on how to kill the creature but since daylight was the first guess and seemed like the best bet they brought with them Ultraviolet Lights hoping they'd prove to be effective weapons. As Sam had guessed the center of the nest was under the place the last body had been found. The creature wasn't in there though. "Probably still picking off another poor tourist." Dean said as he climbed down into the creature's den.
The brother's laid in wait for the creature. Ready to pounce when it came dragging in it's breakfast. Soon they heard a person's voice screaming for help and it was drawing closer. Sam struck the figure that came through the entrance. At the distance he'd first seen it, it had looked human, now close up it looked anything but. It had gray skin that was silmy like an earthworm, a hole where it's nose should be and small black beady eyes. It was taller and broader than Sam, but thinner from back to front than Dean.
The thing let out a roar and charged at Sam. Dean blasted it with a U.V. light. The creature shrieked as it's skin started to sizzle and smoke untill it burst into flames. Writhing in it's death throws the thing collapsed into a smoldering pile of ash.
The college aged girl it was dragging in was huddled against the dirt wall eyes wide with terror. When Dean told her it was okay now she responded sounding shaky saying "How is anything about what just happened ever going to be okay?"
Episode 4
"Weeping Rock"
Chapter 1
By the time the Winchesters put Pennsylvania behind them, they had lined up enough cases to keep them busy for a good couple of months.
"That's how bad the monster population has gotten since our ability to hunt got limited to near non-existance." Sam pointed out to Dean as he showed him all the activity happening simultaniously nation wide.
"Looks bad.", "Gotta do somethin though.", "Pick one." Dean said shrugging.
"Okay." Sam said. "Well there's this little place in Oklahoma, a state park named Robber's Cave right outside of a small town called Wilburton. It actually already has a couple of ghost stories attached to it. ", "Nothing has been violent though until now, anyway."
"What's the stories?" Dean asked.
"There are a couple about the cave itself, one in particular is that a pregnant indian squaw took shelter in the cave to give birth to her child, but she and the baby died during delivery.", "The story says that a cave in covered their bodies.", "And there's a rock inside the cave that has a constant stream of water that trickles down it said to be the tears of the squaw in mourning of her lost child.", "What's really strange is the source of the water that flows down that rock has never been found making the story all the more believable.", "The locals call it "The Weaping Rock".", "Then there's sightings and unusual happenings in the area of the park itself each with their own stories behind them." Sam answered. There's also been alot of moderate earthquakes recently in the area that could have stirred up some spirits." He finished.
"Okay, looks like we're headed to Oklahoma." Dean said.
Proding for info turned out pretty easy. The town was small and everyone who was anyone in the town would gather at a place called "The B.S. Corner" to just well "shoot the shit", as the saying goes. "The Corner" as the locals referred to it, was the parking lot of an old closed up grocery store that was positioned on the corner of the two main roads in town. People came here to tell "Big Fish" stories, spread gossip, cruise or show off their C.B. Radios. Everyone there was more than glad to share stories of all the weird stuff that had been happening at the state park for years as well as the recent occurances.
One man had fallen to his death while trying to go down a slanted slab of rock known as "The Devil's Slide", when he was seemingly drug by an "invisible" force the last four yards of the rock and his whole body crammed into a small space at the bottom called "Hell's Mouth" a crevice that's about four feet long but only six inches high, with jagged edges that gives the hole the eerily resembelance of an evil mouth.
The man had been crushed and shredded upon impact and the rock slide wasn't that high nor steep enough to kill a person should they slip and fall let alone make them fall with an impact forcefull enough to even put part of their body into the crevice at the bottom. Everyone at "The Corner" agreed that that "one" death may have been some "fluke" but the fact was there had been multiple tragedies pileing up at the park.
There had been a riding accident were a girl was thrown from her horse then trampled to death by it, more than a couple of drownings at the lake, two deaths in two seperate cabins at the camping area and hikers turning up dead all over the park were just a few of the hundreds of "odd" happenings at the park within the last month or so.
The park itself really wasn't very impressive, mostly woods with it's main attractions being a filthy lake and a grafity marked cave that was slowly becoming smaller due to the shifting rocks. But it was still a lot of ground to cover with the deaths being so wide spread and with no real pattern. So, the boys took to looking in the local library which was smaller than either of them were really used to to say the least.
With the cave having some historical significance and the fact that it was the towns only tourist attraction, it was reletavly easy to dig up about two centuries worth of research. There were some interesting things to be found like: Vikings had once come to the cave and that several runestones had been turned up in archeological digs, some had even wound up in the Smithsonian Museam. The cave had once been a hideout for famous outlaws Jesse James and his gang along with Bell Starr, hence the name "Robber's Cave" and a small tribe of Choctaws had once used the land, long ago as a base for their village until forced away by white settlers. In fact the story about the pregnant squaw that had taking shelter in the cave to give birth went into more detail as it would seem according to the story that she was pregnant with the child of a white man possibly a Viking and that she had been an outcast from her people because of it. That it had been the reason she was alone and had no place besides the cave for shelter. That her people had plenty of chances to give her and her child a proper burial but instead she and her baby had been left there. It wasn't untill nature itself had the decency to conceal their bodies that they were covered.
The biggest theory was that they were dealing with an angry spirit. The only problem was who's spirit? Was it the mother who'd lost her child angry for the inhumane way she and her child had been treated, some other Native American, a Viking or old west outlaw that had died there?
One thing the brothers could know for sure was that all the "weird stuff" happening at the park hadn't turned violent until after a five point eight earthquake had rattled the area.
The Winchesters scoured every inch of the cave using E.M.F. Meters. Even though there WAS activity it barely registered a couple of blips and only near the area the mother and child were said to be buried and near "The Weeping Rock". The activity hadn't been strong enough to warant calling what spirits that may be there anything more than sad and grieving. Which was good because both Sam and Dean had no clue how to move the whole side of the cave just to get to the bodies so they wouldn't have really been able to do anything had any of the spirits there proved to be malevolent.
They took a guided tour (and they hate guided tours) of the area around the cave listening to Jane the park ranger talk about the history of the cave and park just to be sure they were covering their bases. The tour turned out useless except the fact that Dean got Jane's phone number.
Like usual a pretty girl never slipped by Dean unnoticed. Sam was left to go back to the hotel room alone alone and Dean didn't come in till the next morning smelling like sex, beer and cigarette smoke. Which meant he got laid and went to a bar. The eldest Winchester brother had a weekness for buxomness beauties from the south and when he and Sam went to the local hot spot again that night Dean already started hitting on what was going to become his newest conquest.
Chapter 2
Three days passed and the brothers combed every inch of that state park and read everything there was to read about the land the park rested on.
They were finding nothing and it was becoming increasingly irritating to think they were not going to find anything.
They traveled to the next county over hoping for answers from the Choctaw tribe that resided in Talihina. "
Wanna check out and see if Bigfoot's real?" Dean joked as they passed the Quachita forrest.
"It's unknown to some that it was the area of the very first "Bigfoot" "sighting" and to this day people still swear that Sasquatch lurks in those woods." Dean said with a laugh while trying to do his best tour guide impersonation.
Sam didn't even crack a smile muttered what sounded like statistics and said that there had been no "strange" deaths or disapearances in that area, that if there was anything that was their kind of thing in those woods it wasn't hurting anyone and most likely was not really a "Bigfoot". That "Bigfoot" was probably still nothing more than a hoax and overactive imaginations. Dean just grimaced at his brother's recent lack of a sense of humor and put his focus on getting the info they were going need to crack this case.
Lying (like usual), they pretended to be students from the Eatern Oklahoma State College doing a paper on the "real" history of the Robber's Cave State Park. There were a few small runestones that had been found there displayed along with pictures of the ones in the Smithsonian and a very large one located in Heavener with all of the smaller runestones found at that site and some from little towns like Red Oak and Buffalo Valley.
Sam smacked himself in the forhead he couldn't believe he hadn't seen it sooner. Several of the runestones were marked with ancient Nordic binding spells that had once been used in burrial to bind a person's spirit to the place in which they were laid to rest. It was considered good luck in those times to have captive spirits within the land you controlled. If a stone like that was still in the area of the cave it was safe to bet that the recent earthquake may have broken it and freed some of the more violent spirits.
The only way to stop the spirits was to either A: Dig up a couple hundred acres of land searching for remains to salt and burn or B: make another runestone except with Nordic symbols forcing the spirits to cross over, releasing them of their earthly prison.
Sam made the carving low in the stone wall of the cave that rested over the mother and child and covered the area with dirt so that it wouldn't be seen or meddled with. As they left the cave Sam noticed the flow of water that ran down "The Weeping Rock" had ceased. The brothers didn't have to know what person's spirit had haunted these lands to know they had stopped them from hurting anyone else because even though the spell only covered a small spot on the stone it was powerful enough to set the spirits of any dead that lingered inside a hundred mile circle, free.
(Sorry this was only a 2 Chapter "Episode". I'm trying to write them all to be 4 Chapters like real Episodes. But this was a filler with just a minor bit for a later plot point (kind of the way the actual Series does sometimes). Just imagine ther was LOTS of commercials during this one.)
