Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or the characters here portrayed (save for the secondary OC's that are needed to appear). I just took them for a while to practice my writing skills.
Run, Sammy, Run (part 2)
by negativefeeling
Dean drove down the road, they were already there. It was a sunny day, but he couldn't tell, as the thick forest blocked the sunlight and everything on floor level was almost in shadows. Even Sam by his side had some trouble looking at the map.
"I think we're close", he suddenly blurted out when they passed the road sign.
"No! really? geez, Sammy, you're a genius..." replied Dean ironically.
Sam rolled his eyes and let out a sigh. Then he smiled and chuckled, it had been a long time since he saw his older brother joking with him.
"What?" Dean glared at his brother.
Sammy shook his head.
They soon realized that the town was small, very small. when both introduced themselves as FBI agents.
"So," the old doctor eyed Dean before looking through the pages of the report, "...Agent Ulrich?"
The older Winchester put the best concerned face on his features and walked towards the table.
"We did our best to keep it altogether," explained the other man, "but it was impossible... as you can see".
Dean lifted the sheet that was covering the corpse and he saw that the man's torso was torn open, ribs split and broken. There were no heart, no lungs, no intestines... nothing, as if someone had eaten him out and the only thing left was the carcass... The whatever it was on the table didn't even have his jaw. The tongue was falling off from the remnants of the head.
"Do you see that there are no internal organs left?"
"I don't think I can see anything..." said Dean in disgust, he turned to Sam and made a hand motion "Agent Hammet..."
"May I?" Sam adjusted his tie and took the report from the old man who handed it quietly. The tall brother leafed through it and cleared his throat while approaching Dean.
"It seems that it is, clearly, an animal attack", Sam stated, reading the pages, "why do you suppose it's a murder?"
"These," and he pointed to the eyes. Or better said, the eye sockets.
"My bet is that they were surgically removed", the old doctor said while Dean wrinkled his face in disgust letting Sam look at it closer, "and with a neat technique".
It seemed that the old man was inspired and started musing out loud, "there's no known animal that could make that kind of cut without damaging the tissue around... Not even a human being without the precise skill would have made such a clean job".
Sam examined it carefully, and asked "any chance that other internal organs were removed with that technique?"
"Hurm..." and the man suddenly stopped his ramblings, "there's no way to tell, literally, some thing chewed on the victim like a wild animal and... well, even if we could get all the pieces remaining on the crime scene, we wouldn't get it all... if you know what I mean..."
Dean was patiently standing out of Agent Hammet's way and the doctor. He had seen a lot of things in his whole life, but sometimes cases like this made his guts twist and feel nausea. The older Winchester tried to keep composure silently in a corner while Sam made his guesses. Meanwhile, Dean guessed on his own that having some breakfast before visiting a morgue was a completely wrong thing to do.
Soon they were on the small hospital hall back on their feet. The lady on the reception saw Dean and hurried to his place.
"Hey, Agents" she said taking some quick steps, "here!"
Dean turned around and the plump lady on her forties smiled widely at him with his trademark smirk.
"You just seen that poor Travis boy?" Dean nodded and she ushered them into a corner, to start whispering "I'm sure Dr Kovacs didn't tell you about the..." she paused for a second, looked around and resumed silently mouthing "werewolf".
"Sorry?" Dean's green eyes widened.
"Yes... werewolf..." she assured, and then she put her best into describing it, pointing with her finger "big jaw, pointy teeth, hairy body... like in the movies?"
"You're saying..." and Dean also lowered his voice, to mimic her "that there's a monster in the town?"
"Pretty much that's what I'm saying" and she hurried to add, "...but not many people will tell you about it".
Dean regained composure and hid the cramps coming from his stomach under a professional poker face.
"Thank you very much".
In the car, the older Winchester loosened his tie and took a deep breath.
"Man, that was gross".
"What? the victim?" asked Sam curious.
"No, the chili leftover", answered Dean while holding his tummy. It growled.
"I told you it smelled funny..."
The older man didn't say anything. He grumbled and put the car key in the starter. They drove silently back to the motel.
Sam was typing something into his laptop when he heard the bathroom door opening. When he saw his brother's pale face he couldn't hide his concern, and furrowed his brow. Dean warned him not to say anything, with just a look into his eyes.
"It's not a werewolf", Sam said turning fully to him "and it seems it's not a wendigo either, not a wraith, not a...".
"You went through the W in the dictionary?" Dean chuckled at his own joke.
Sam glared at him and Dean took a seat near his younger brother, while he said "I don't know of any... creature that would take the eyes like that".
"So..."
"So I called Bobby," and Sam typed something on the laptop before closing it "he says he'll call back".
Dean raised an eyebrow when his brother did that. The other Winchester pressed his lips into a thin line and arched his brows, making tiny wrinkles in his forehead, then Sam asked, clueless "What?"
"And that's it?" asks Dean back, "we just have to wait for Bobby to call back?"
Dean breathed heavily. Sam couldn't fool his brother, so the older Winchester glared at him until Sammy reopened his laptop and started speaking again.
"Well," and Sam turn his laptop to show the screen to his brother, "there's a rescue team we could join... and look at this".
Dean walks towards the table and leans a hand on his brother's shoulder to look closer to the screen.
"According to this map, there are a lot of paranormal activity occurring since the 19th century," and he clicked into another window, "see this? the legend says that 30 people have gone missing in the woods for no reason... from 1845 to 1957, then it stopped... until today".
Sam pointed his finger to another map with red lines painted over them.
"And this," insisted the younger brother, blowing his bangs off his eyes, "is a map with the telluric paths of this place".
"The what?" asks Dean looking really closer and paying attention to the small lines that resemble roads.
"From what I've read," he leafed through his dad's journal, and then back to the screen, "something that translates as the path of magic. This one if from some new age guys came here to experiment stuff and measured..." and Sam's voice kept on explaining while Dean slowly pondered at this.
His brother led him to a conclusion, so crossed his arms over his chest to state, "are you telling me that this whole town is haunted?"
"Basically, what I'm saying it's that the whole land is cursed", Sam says, letting a huff out of his lips.
"But then," Dean starts to reflect on the victim they saw that morning, "what does this have to do with the man of the morgue?"
Sam realizes and looks away, trying to get a mind map of all the things he discovered and relate it to the victims.
"I... I don't know", Sam said quietly.
"Back to square one", murmurs Dean.
And both brothers fell silent for a moment, feeling as if a dark shadow covered them.
To be continued!
Note from the Author: Okay, Dr Kovacs was a hint to one of my fave comicbook characters, although he doesn't resemble to the actual chara at all. I wanted to add him, it felt right. Sort of. Hurm...
Also, telluric comes from the word Tellurism, and -from what I've read, heard and understood- is the magnetism of the Earth that one can feel in some places, those "magic places" that attract us there. I may understand it but I lack of English words to describe it properly. Though I'll try with an example: Some places that are accused of telluric are those woods where people go walking through without destination and went missing and never found. Some people say that they are "haunted" by the place and it was "calling for them".