Ankeny Iowa – Lori's Place

Sam got off of Dean and walked silently over to the door of the en suite. He peered around the corner and saw a police officer still in the bedroom. Sam signalled to Dean to wait for a moment, listening intently to the sounds in the other room. Three, two one. Sam gently began to open the door when he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. He pulled the door closed and groaned to himself.

"Right, so this is where it all went down?" The voice was familiar, Dean grimaced when he heard it, instantly recognising the voice within. "Woah, that's a lot of blood." Dean pushed past Sam now, opening the door and making his way into the room. Faith and Alex turned towards him and smiled slyly.

"Dean, nice to see you come out of the closet" Alex winked. Dean's face was a picture, instant confusion and disgust at the same time. Alex chuckled, the joke was well worth the response. Though he is kind of cute, I wouldn't mind if he was gay.

"Dude, just-- No!" Dean walked past the pair toward Lori's bed, the one not covered in blood. Faith tried not to look at the crimson pools on the floor, instead focusing on other details in the room, anything she could distract herself with. "Is she alright?" Dean asked, off-hand. Whether he really cared or not, even he couldn't tell. Maybe it was his hunter's instinct, needing to know if she was alright to "have his back" or not. Maybe he really did care. Either way, he shook the feeling off.

"I'll be fine." Faith said sharply. She walked over to the blood soaked sheets and stared at them intently. "So what do we know boys?" Alex assumed she was talking to Dean and Sam, since she rarely included him in the term "boys". It was a running joke that for a man, Alex was more feminine than she was. Dean stood puzzled for a moment, leaving Sam the opportunity to jump in.

"We know Lori was with her dad last night, she came home, got ready for bed. Taylor was still alive at that point. Lori wakes up, blood everywhere and little Taylor no longer breathing." Dean gave his brother a sideways glance. They had only just arrived at the scene, stayed in the en suite until the coast was clear. How the hell does Sam know that much already? Almost as if he had read his mind, Sam continued.

"The wall," he pointed to words crudely scratched into the wall "'Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?' right out of the hookman legend. I just filled in the blanks, I'm pretty sure I got it close enough to the truth. Right?" Faith nodded slowly. She hadn't turned from the wall at all, just kept staring at the blood seeping out of the scratch marks in the plaster. Morbid much? Dean sniggered slightly, to which Alex shot him a dark look.

"Right, so what now guys? Do we know who this guy is?" Alex looked at Sam when he spoke, trying to ignore Dean and his attitude as much as he could. Even when this guy is silent he's got an attitude, that is going to bug me. Sam nodded.

"We have a pretty good idea who it is, and that symbol at the bottom there has just proved the theory." Sam gestured to a crude carving beneath the words. It was an arrangement of five crosses and obviously seemed familiar to Sam and Dean, who both looked at it with recognition. "Jacob Carnes."