"Hey guys, I just head an interesting call go out on the scanner." Garth said as he entered the library. "A DOA a couple of towns over. They found a prostitute dead at a truck stop. State police called in the coroner."
"And dead hookers are interesting why?" Dean asked.
"Looks like it was head trauma." Garth said. "They totally skipped over the Ambulance part."
Sam's face went from confused to complete understanding. "Jacob."
"That's what I'm thinking." Garth said. "I figured I'd go check it out."
"Give me a minute to change. I'll go with you." Sam said.
"Sam the kids not going to be happy to see a hunter coming after him." Dean pointed out.
"That's why I'm going with Garth, and you're staying here doing research." Sam said. "I've got a better shot at getting him to listen than either one of you. He knows that I was his mom's friend."
"He's got a good point there, Dean." Garth said. "If the kid is going to listen to anyone, it's Sam."
"I guess you're right. Doesn't mean I have to like it." Dean said.
Sam stood up and headed for the door.
"Hey Sammy. You might want to take that magic sword with you." Dean said. "If there's Fallen around, you're gonna need it."
Sam and Garth arrived at the truck stop just in time to catch attendants preparing to load the body into a waiting ambulance for transport to the morgue. Sam held up his FBI badge. "Hold up a second. I need to take a look at the body."
The morgue attendants barely gave a glance to the two. "Go ahead. It not like she'll give a damn." One of the attendants said pulling out a pack of Marlboros and a lighter. "Take your time." The man lit a cigarette and took a long drag. "It not like everybody else in the damn county ain't ogled her already."
"Is there some reason for all of the interest?" Garth asked as Sam unzipped the body bag and turned the woman's head revealing a nasty wound behind her left ear.
"Yeah. We ain't never seen nothing like that." The attendant blew out a stream of smoke. "Coroner said it looks like something scooped out part of her brain. So if you don't mind me asking, What's the FBI's angle in this anyway?"
"We heard there was a body on the ground with head trauma over this way. We had a group of cases a few years back with similar wounds. We caught the guy, we'd just like to rule out the possibility of a copycat." Garth said.
"Yeah different wounds." Sam said. "We'll just mark it down as a local case. Thanks."
Sam turned and began walking back toward the car. Garth followed him back. Sam slid behind the wheel of the Impala and Garth slid into the passenger seat.
"Well? Kitsune or not?" Garth asked.
"I'm pretty sure the pineal gland is missing. It's identical to the wounds Amy made in her victims." Sam said. "That means that Jacob is pretty close."
"You sure it's the kid?" Garth asked.
"Not 100% but 99%." Sam said as he started the car. "We need to find him. And before one of the Fallen show up."
"You're pretty sure that the Fallen are involved?" Garth asked.
"I think they're cleaning up behind him. Jacob is killing them and the fallen are smashing the heads and planting the bodies at the farmhouse." Sam said. "I'm thinking that the traffic at the truck stop kept them from getting to the body before it was discovered."
"Okay so let's say they Fallen are involved. What does this kids have to do with it. Why use him?" Garth asked. "It's not like they need him or anything. They can do what they want pretty much without him."
"Yeah, they can." Sam admitted. "I'm pretty well stumped too. It doesn't make sense to me either, but there has to be a reason."
Dean was in the library and not happy. He actually hated doing research unless he absolutely had to. Research was Sammy's forte. However since his dream, vision, walk with God; whatever you want to call it had happened Dean had been getting the feeling that he was right at the center of everything that was going on. He had a feeling that he knew more than he actually knew. That somewhere buried in his brain was the answer to everything that was going on.
He sighed and closed out the open windows before standing up and making his way upstairs. He found Delores in the kitchen sitting at the table peeling carrots. He made his way over to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup before he turned around to face the older woman.
"Delores, Magi are supposed to have all this knowledge right?" Dean asked.
"We have a good amount, yes." She looked up at him "Why?"
"This is going to sound crazy can someone know something but not know that they know it?" Dean asked.
"Of course. We all know much more than we are aware that we know." Delores said. "We know everything that we have experienced down to the tiniest details, we just push 90% of our experience into the back of our mind. We don't see it as important so we forget about it.
It's kind of like a computer. Everything you have ever done with that computer is on the hard drive, but you only keep files that you think are important. You delete everything else but it is still there for those who know how to access the information."
She gestured toward a chair. "Talk to me. Do you have the feeling that there's something you should know?"
"It's like there's something right there but I can't quite reach it." Dean said. "And if I could, then I could figure all of this out. I'd know what to do."
She sat down the vegetables she had been peeling. "Gabriel mentioned another place and time. Castiel said that he felt God's presence on you. Maybe in this other place and time you understand what is happening.
From what the angels have said you are the focus of what is happening. Maybe we should try to record what you know. That could stimulate your memories, help you remember what it is you think you should know."
Delores stood up and pulled open a drawer pulling out a legal pad and a pen. Walking back to the table she sat it in front of him. "Write down everything you remember about your vision. It seems that God showed you the future. Castiel said that those things will come to pass so it's a starting point."
"What good is that going to do? I need to know how to stop what I saw." Dean said.
"As I said, it's a starting point. If you know what is to come then you may be able to work your way back to see how things got to that point." Delores said. "Now start writing."
"So tell me something Gabriel, How in the hell did Dagon manage to get out of Purgatory." Michael asked as the ending credits of Die Hard started to roll across the screen.
"Oh that's right, you two aren't exactly up on current events." Gabriel said. "Well I missed out on the whole Cage dive thing and came back to myself just in time for Dad to tell me to that Leviathans were scattered all over the globe. Seems Cassie and Raphy had the ultimate race for stupidity. Open purgatory to gain access to all those souls. Cassie won, Raphy lost and ended up getting reduced to atomic particles as a consolation prize."
"Raphael is dead?" Lucifer asked. "Why?"
"Well Raphael only wanted to reopen the cage and proceed with the whole Apocalypse thing. Meanwhile Castiel was wandering around heaven preaching the joys of free will. It was pretty much a given that they would bump heads." Gabriel said. "Anyhow Castiel opened Pugatory and let out the Leviathans. Eventually He realized that he couldn't contain what he had swallowed and put it all back. Only everything didn't go back."
"The Leviathans, and Dagonl." Michael said. "So that's why Father stuck you in here. There's no one else that could tell him about the cage."
"And Dad knows that Dagon wants to open the cage and raise Luci." Gabriel added. "And with Lilith dead only Dad or an Archangel other than Lucifer can open the cage. And Dad's just not ready to unleash you on the world yet Luci, sorry."