The three hunters had decided their plan of investigation over breakfast. Dean and Garth would poke around the woods and see if they could stumble across anything, while Sam would talk to the Coroner and witnesses. Which was how Sam just happened to be in the Police department when Mrs Weaver called in to report her husband missing.
"You don't seem too concerned about Mr Weaver being missing." Sam said to Chief Barnes.
"Well Dan Weaver has a habit of going off on these benders." The chief replied. "He's been doing this for ten years now."
"I'd like to talk to Mrs Weaver if you don't mind." Sam said.
"Hey if the FBI Wants to waste their time chasing after the town drunk, have at it." The chief said. "He'll more than likely turn up on the doorstep this afternoon reeking of whiskey and another woman. I don't know why Delores put's up with it."
Sam covered his snort with a cough. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for the information on the next of kin. I'll get right on interviewing them." Sam stood up and shook the man's hand and walked out of the building taking a moment to look around the town square. If it wasn't for the bodies turning up out at the old farm, this would be a beautiful place for a family to settle down.
Sam sighed and pulled out his phone dialing Dean's number as he got in the car. Dean answered on the third ring. "How's the nature hike going?"
"Did I ever tell you how much I hate nature hikes?" Dean said.
"Yeah right, well I just finished at the police department and seems we now have a missing person on top of the dead bodies." Sam said. "The town drunk has disappeared but since it's a habit for him, nobody is worried. I'm on my way to talk to his wife now."
"Did you talk to the coroner?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, he said there was no way to tell if there was anything missing from the brains. Most of them had been reduced to pulp." Sam said. "I'm headed to the Weaver residence now to talk to her, see if her missing husband fits in here somewhere. Then I'll start on the next of kin list."
"Dammit!" Dean exclaimed. "I thought this was supposed to be a trail Garth? Look Garth and I are going to keep looking around out here. We'll meet you back at the motel when you're done."
Sam started the car and drove the mile and a half to the Weaver house which was fairly isolated at the end of a red clay road. A large covered porch ran the length of the front of the house with hanging plants swaying over planters filled with various types of greenery. Someone her had a green thumb.
Sam knocked on the door which was opened by a gray haired woman wearing polyester pants and a sweater. The woman poked her head out of the door. "Can I help you?"
Sam held up his FBI Badge. "Yes ma'am, I'm Agent Waters with the FBI. I happened to be at the police department when you called to report your husband missing."
"FBI huh?" the woman said "Well I have to admit this is a new one. Ain't never had nobody do much more than bring him home before. I guess it's cause of those people getting themselves killed over at the Preston farm right?"
"We'd just like to make sure it's not connected." Sam said.
"Well don't just stand there like a lump boy. Come on in." She said opening the door wider allowing Sam to step into the entry. "I got to say I hope you boys got more sense than the boys downtown, maybe yall can find out what's happening over there. All this commotion about ghosts. It's enough to drive any sane person flat out insane."
Mrs Weaver lead the way to the kitchen. "Sit down I was just about to have a cup of coffee and do the crossword puzzle in the paper. I read somewhere that doing puzzles helps keep a body's mind from going when you get older. I've been doing the crossword ever day for the past 30 years." She said proudly pouring two mugs of coffee and setting one in front of Sam.
"Thank you." Sam said looking down at the coffee.
"Now I told you about me keeping my mind sharp for a reason young man." She placed a cake plate on the table. "Oh would you mind handing me a couple of small plates from that cupboard behind you?"
Sam got up and walked over and took down two plates and handed them to the woman who smiled. "Take a good look around boy. You might want to take a look under the rug there where your chair is."
Sam frowned at her and then did as she asked revealing a devil's trap. He looked at her shocked. "I'd like you to take a sip of that coffee if you don't mind. I brew it with holy water, and I'm sure you know what this is for." She said laying silver knife on the table.
"You're a hunter?" Sam said as he picked up his coffee cup and took a sip before making a shallow cut in his arm with the knife.
"No, but my first husband was. I picked up a few things from him before he died." She sat down. "I was wondering how long it would take for the hunters to pick up on what is happening around here. Now I'm sure that your name isn't Agent Waters so what do I call you other than boy?"
"Sam, Sam Winchester." Sam said as she slid a slice of carrot cake across the table.
"Winchester? Any relation to John Winchester?" She asked with a sharp look. "My late husband used to hunt with Samuel and Deanna Campbell. Their daughter Mary was just head over heels with this John Winchester fellow. Of course Samuel didn't like it none. John wasn't a hunter. Hell Samuel didn't like me none to well either cause I wasn't a hunter. Always thought civilians were liabilities."
"John and Mary were my parents." Sam said quietly.
"Were? Oh I am so sorry. Mary was a sweet girl if a bit headstrong, and that John was a looker too." Mrs Weaver said. "Well Sam, I'm Delores Weaver. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
Sam's cell started to ring and he pulled it out noticing the number. "Excuse me, it's my brother." Sam said as he walked into the living room to answer the call.
"Your brother a hunter too?" Delores asked when Sam had returned to the kitchen.
"Yes ma'am, we work together." Sam said.
"I think he might want to hear what I've got to say too. Things around here ain't exactly what they may be looking like to you."
God drew her hand back. "That should hold him stable for a while. Hopefully Dean won't revert when he's so close to doing this right.
"So Mom, you ever going to tell us why you chose now to stick your nose into the gory mess that is the Winchester's lives?" Gabriel asked then stuffed half a Twinkie into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed the spongy cake. "I mean up until now it's always been you telling us to stick our noses into the mess."
"I don't want to see everything they have gone through be for nothing. Even if Sam dies, Dagon will still be running loose. He doesn't need to free Lucifer to cause destruction, he's perfectly capable of it on his own." God said.
"You are using them." Castiel said flatly.
"Yes, I am." God said. "Dagon is good at hiding, he's finally revealed himself. I gave him a second chance already, and he wasted it."
Gabriel suddenly knelt in front of her. "Father, please. There is no need to burden a seraph with the concerns of the higher angels."
"It's been a long time since you knelt before me in supplication Gabriel. I do believe there's hope for you yet." God said. "Very well, I will speak no further."
"Thank you." Gabriel said.
"Why are you using the Winchesters?" Castiel demanded.
"Drop it Castiel!" Gabriel said getting to his feet. "Father has said he will speak of it no more. Just let it be."
"There are things that I must attend to." God said. "Gabriel call on me if Sam worsens."
Castiel tilted his head wondering what their father had been about to say before Gabriel interrupted. Castiel had not spent much time around Gabriel before he left Heaven but he had heard rumors that painted the Archangel as somewhat irreverent. After hearing God's mention that Gabriel had not knelt before him in some time, Castiel wondered if there was not some truth to the rumors.
"Who is Dagon Gabriel?" Castiel asked. "If Father has given Dagon a chance before he must have been a part of the choir."
"Father will not speak of it, Castiel neither will I. Please for the love of all that is holy, let it drop. I won't ask you again. The next time it will be an order." Gabriel said.