DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS.
A/N: I KNOW I'M A TERRIBLE UPDATER, BUT FINALLY FOUND SOMETIME. HOPEFULLY ENJOY!
Sam's POV
I groaned, stretching my legs while trying to block out the current stream of sunlight. My eyes fluttered open, taking my eyes a moment to adjust and recognize the roof of the impala. Confusion filtered through my brain as I sit up, noticing Dean for first time up in the front passenger seat asleep. I glanced around, noticing we were parked outside a diner, Patty's.
I shook Dean, but he swatted my hand away. I rolled my eyes, trying again.
"WHAT!" He snapped, causing me to narrow my eyes at him.
"We are not at the motel. Someone been driving the Impala." I said. That seem to spur him out of his slumber as he sat up alert.
"What the hell-" Dean started to mumble, but stopped when I turned his attention to the woman walking out of the diner. Her slender frame froze for a moment when she saw her being stare at from inside the car. With the familiar gesture tucking her hair behind her ears, she continued until she was standing outside the driver's door. She leaned down to the opened window.
"Dean, are we seeing the same thing?" I mumbled, looking at Elena, perked eyebrow.
"If you referring to our supposed dead sister, then yeah." Dean replied sarcastically. Dean leaned over and pinched her, causing her to snatch back.
"OW! WHAT THE HELL?!" She screamed , looking at Dean.
"Had to make sure I wasn't dreaming." He said, looking back at me.
"You are suppose to pinch yourself, you ass!" Elena replied, eyes narrowed.
Dean smirked. "I know. What fun would that be?"
"How about I punch you in the face? You know for sure you won't dreaming!" Elena bickered back at Dean.
I sighed, but in the inside I was happy. It's been too long since been together. I knew this childish banter wasn't going to last, seeing the past was too grim to ignore.
Elena chose to ignore Dean and turned to me. "Now that you guys are awake, which I was seriously doubting Castiel's power for a moment, but anyways… let's get something to eat. I'm sure both of you need to use the bathroom." Elena said. She glared at Dean playfully before walking away. Dean met my eyes briefly, before exiting the car with me following. My bones creaked in protest from being cramped in the back.
Dean stopped me, quick glance at the diner. "What are our chances that we can convince her go into hiding?" Dean asked.
"Seeing she has more of your personality, we have better chances to stop the apocalypse." I smirked sarcastically.
Dean grimaced. "Now I know how the dicks, excuse me, angels feel." Dean joked, continuing his path to the diner.
"Excuse me, miss?" Dean spoke out to an older lady that was situated behind the counter. She looked up, obviously annoyed.
"What?" She responded.
Dean frowned. "Where is your restroom?"
With the roll of her eyes, she pointed to our left. Dean walked away to the bathrooms. I looked around to find Elena sitting at a back booth. I walked over, taking a seat from across her. She gave a little smile, not really her eyes.
She sighed. "I know you guys have questions, but I'm not in the mood right now." She said, looking down to her hands.
I nodded lightly. "That's understandable. A lot has happened these pass months for you." I said, sympathy rising within me.
"Nothing I can't handle." She shrugged, her head leaning against her propped up arm.
"In these moments, you truly remind me of Dean and Dad." I laughed softly.
The mood immediately changed when I mention Dad. "Sorry, I didn't -" I tried retracting.
"No, it's fine. Where is John anyway?" Elena asked, sipping on her coffee.
I was about to answer, but was interrupted when Dean sat down next to me. "How long have we been out. I was damn near peeing for five minutes!" Elena and I both frowned.
Shaking her head, Elena picked up the coffee pot I didn't notice before and poured coffee for Dean. Needing no other persuasion, Dean gulping down the bitter liquid.
A strawberry blonde waitress came to the table, which internally groaned when Dean perked up. "Hello, My name is Lacy and I will be caring for you this morning. What would you like for today?" Lacy turned her attentions to Elena since she was ready to order. I took the moment to observe her.
Elena was terrible at masking her emotions, an open book. One look in her eyes and you knew how she felt. But this Elena… was stronger, mentally. Despite her changes, I knew she was hurting. She had to leave her whole life behind, being dragged right back in the dark depths of the supernatural.
Even if we managed to survive, she can't go back to her old life. Small part of me hopes she stays, but then again she was never made for this life. Maybe that is why Dean didn't go after her all those years ago.
"SAM!" Dean snapped, causing the immediate reaction from me to look at him.
I frowned, shaking my head. "Sorry. What?" I asked, sitting back in my seat.
"What would you like to eat?" Elena recited, looking concern.
"The chicken Caesar is fine." I murmured, bringing my coffee to me. The waitress nodded happily, turning her attentions to Dean. She flushed a light red, but the determination to focus was all clear.
"And what would you like sir?" She asked, keeping her eyes on the pad.
Dean put on his trademark smile. "I would love double cheddar bacon burger with fries. And I will definitely would like your number." He added the last part slyly. Elena and I rolled our eyes in unison.
Lacy's blush became more noticeable. Her smile widen on her face, but continued to write. "I can definitely can guarantee that burger, but my number will remain a mystery." She said, sliding her pad away. She collected the menus, but Dean being Dean had to made a connection with her hand.
She giggled, before walking away. Dean staring at her retreating form says, "What a sweet morsel she is." With a broaden smirk, he turned back around to face us.
"Somethings I see never changed." Elena commented, ghost of a smile on his face.
I scoffed playfully. "It only gotten worse with age." I joked, reaching for my water now.
"Not everyone should be a prude like you, Sammy. I'm sure a nun has seen more action than you." Dean smirked.
I sighed at his exaggeration, before we settled into a comfortable silence. Five minutes went by before Elena spoke.
"I was dead. Felt pain to the moment my last breath left my body. I faced all kinds of creatures, but in that … moment, it felt like I was in a tub of ice water. I was so desperate for life to the point I wanted to see John again." I noticed the grimace on Dean's face, but I shook my head at him to keep him from saying something.
"When I actually died, I was stuck between the living and dead, but I didn't at the time. When the reaper came my way, I didn't fight him, but he couldn't touch me. It was like a barrier was between us. Next thing I know, I'm back in the morgue with Castiel standing over me." Elena whispered.
Her hand shaking a bit, not noticeable if you wasn't paying attention. "Yeah… Cas has no understanding about personal space." Dean commented.
Before we could get back in the conversation, Lacy showed back up with our food. She placed a plate pancakes and sausages in front of Elena. She passed over Caesar salad.
Dean moaned in appreciation when Lacy sat the burger and fries in front of him. "Well beautiful, you have certainly made my day. And I wasn't talking about the burger." Elena snorted in amusement.
"I admire simplicity in a man." Lacy said back. I groaned internally.
"Do admire a man with adventurous spirit in the bedroom?" Dean said in full flirt mode.
"I rather not lose my appetite by the next response coming from either of your mouths." Elena said, disgusted at the display. Dean glared when Lacy excused herself from the table. Elena and Dean started to bicker.
I had to smile at the two. 'Just like old times.' I thought, before starting to eat.
Spencer's POV
The team was gather in the conference room, already agreed on taking the case. "So how do we chase ghost, because that is what the Winchesters figuratively are." Prentiss questioned.
I sighed. "I collected every piece of information on file, along with calls to several Sheriff's offices against Dean and Sam, trying to profile them." I said.
"Which you can't get a solid, because the actions are erratic. Unpredictable." Morgan commented, leaning back against his chair.
I nodded at his assessment. "True, but I paid more attention to the details than the perps themselves. We already know that there crimes are tied into religious/satanic beliefs. So, then I questioned why they were all over the U.S.. And it's not like they committing crimes on the path of their destinations, but like specific job in one place at one time." I said, nodding to Garcia to control the projector. It was the U.S. map with dots pinning their visits with a timeline.
"So when I called different state police officials who reported Winchesters appearance, I questioned them. There was always a common thread. Before the Winchesters appearance in towns, there is weird or unexplainable deaths." I said, pushing my hair back from my face.
"Weird deaths?" Hotchner questioned.
I frowned. "For an example, in Hartford, Connecticut, there was five deaths that happened where victims bones were missing from the body. And I mean all of them." I explained.
Garcia groaned with disgust. "Sounds messy."
"That's the thing! The bodies were completely intact. Absolutely in pristine condition." I said, taking their expressions.
"That's not even medically possible." Rossi said, sitting his coffee cup down.
"Trust me, I know. But believe when I say when these events are abnormal and bizarre, I mean it." I said.
"Okay, explain the Winchester connection." J.J. urged.
"The other common thread is that they stop after the Winchesters leave town after a short stay. Even police officials have witness reports labelling them as heroes." I said, passing the reports around.
"Let me get this right, the Winchesters are hunting the unsubs." Hotchner clarified as a statement.
"We even go as far in saying that they are profiling." Morgan said with a scowl.
"Now the question is, how do we track them?" Prentiss said.
"We use their system against them. I researched and found six possible locations. Unexplainable deaths. No possible unsubs, along with other factors to narrow down.
"That 'system' is unreliable. Too broad to follow." Rossi commented, adjusting his glasses to read.
"With Garcia help and some modifications, I know it could work. Plus, I would like bring a consultant that have a better understanding in the supernatural aspect." I said, which lead eyes to me.
"We will talk about that consultant later." Hotchner said, before looking to Morgan. "Morgan, J.J., and Prentiss, I want you to do a follow-up with the police officials who filed reports. Talk to anyone that came in contact with them. Garcia, get their faces out-"
"How about we just add them FBI's wanted list than doing a nationwide alert. I don't want them going into hiding, because they are extremely intelligent." I suggested, but hoping they go along with the idea.
Hotchner nodded his head. "Okay. Garcia, add them to the list along with the fact about their car." He added. Garcia nodded her head, before leaving the room.
"Rossi, Reid, and I will be following the leads on these six locations. If Spencer is right, then I want undercover agents planted in those cities or towns. Everyone take a break, then go to your task." Hotchner said, before everyone file out of the room.
I was ready to take a seat, but turned my attentions to Morgan, who popped back in. "You coming?" Morgan asked.
I rubbed my eyes. "Ummm, I will be out in a minute." I said, trying to be upbeat.
"You don't have to act okay for us, Spencer. We don't expect you be in one piece in short amount of time." Morgan said, leaning against the door.
I pinched my hand, focusing on the temporary pain than the aching in my chest. "I know, but I need this. I'm angry." I said, taking a seat at the table. Morgan closed the door, then taking a seat across from me.
"Spencer, I would be worried if you wasn't a little bit angry." Morgan said.
"I mean since her death, there is little details that make me questioned Elena and I's relationship." I said, playing with my wedding band.
"Like what?" Morgan frowned.
"I found an unmarked .38 colt revolver in Elena's belongings. Elena has a clean background. There is no reason she should have an unregistered gun." I said, looking up to Morgan.
"I wish I can explain this to you. Give you all the answers you want, but I can't. But I can tell you Elena absolutely was devoted and in love with you. That is something you can never doubt or she would have walked away with the whole kidnapping of her, then your drug use. If you want answers to her past, you should ask her family. Don't wreck your brain with unnecessary stress." Morgan patted me on the shoulder, leaving me to my own thoughts.