D. Elkins
Elkins took a shuddering breath. "What do you want?" He asked.
The woman took a step closer, "What do you think?" She sneered. As fast as he could, he grabbed a knife from his desk, throwing it where it struck deep into the woman's chest. The woman didn't even flinch, just looked down at the knife prodding from her breasts. The woman slowly pulled the knife out of her chest without pain, "Damn." The woman looked up, twirling the blood stained knife in hand. "You can do better than that." Her eyes flashed and she smiled, doing nothing but watching Elkins rush into the next room, slamming the door shut behind him.
In the room, Elkins pushed a heavy book case in front of the door despite knowing that it would only keep her out for so long but hopefully it will be long enough. Elkins yanked open a cabinet, quickly putting in the combination of the safe inside. There was a sudden banging on the door and the book case started to shake.
He pulled out a smaller metal box, opening it to reveal a gun at least a hundred years old or so. He started loading the bullets, now cursing the fact that he never kept it already loaded. Two men suddenly dropped from the roof having easily torn off the wood, grabbing him.
The gun went skidding across the floor from Elkins hand. Then the book case fell over and the woman walked through the now busted door, picking up the gun as she went. "Nice gun, wouldn't do you much good of course." Knives didn't hurt her, guns wouldn't as well, very few things would hurt her and her kind. "Boys, we're eating in tonight."
Elkins bloodcurdling screamed echoed through the night as the men fell upon him, ripping out his guts and throat by they're teeth.
Someplace else, I was sitting with Sam and Dean at an local day cafe. Dean was flipping through the newspaper, Sam was on his laptop, and I was busy pouring one of those sugar packets into my hot chocolate. Dean folded up his paper, "Not a decent lead in all of Nebraska." He tossed the paper on the table. "What you got?"
"Not enough sugar for one." I said, grabbing Sam's spoon to swirl in my chocolate, mixing in the sugar.
The boys stared at her. "Not exactly what I meant." Dean grumbled. I shrugged and took a long sip of my chocolate and damn, was it good.
"I'm been scanning Wyoming, Colorado, South Dakota. A woman fell ten thousand feet from an airplane and survived."
I shook my head, "How the hell did that happen?"
"Whatever it did, sounds more like the incredible then twilight zone." Dean said before smirking. "Hey, we could just keep heading east. New York. Upstate. We could drop by and see Sarah again." Sarah being the woman that finally started Sam on the path of getting over Jessica Moore. "Cool chick man, smoking." He let out a low whistle. "You two seemed pretty friendly." I was game for going. "What do you say?" Maybe Derek was still hanging around that town, we'd only left a week ago.
"Dunno, maybe someday." Sam didn't seem to enthused about the idea. "But in the meantime, we got a lot of work to do and you both know that."
"Nothing but work." I pouted into my hot chocolate.
Sam turned back to his laptop. "A local man in Colorado named Daniel Elkins, was found mauled in his home." I scoffed, like I was gonna believe he was mauled, it never was exactly what the police said it was.
"Elkins?" Dean asked. "I know that name."
Sam glanced up while I was enthralled with my drink. "Doesn't ring a bell."
"Never heard of him." I moaned, feeling the chocolate swish around inside my mouth.
"...Can you stop that? It's kind of uncomfortable." Sam said awkwardly, looking away from his older sister that looked like she was going to have an organism just from a cup of chocolate. Dean was glanced around, glaring at any guy that happened to have glanced over at that moment.
I scowled, "Prudes." I muttered, but putting down my cup.
Sam turned back to his computer, "Sounds like the police don't know what to think." Since when did they ever? "At first they said it was some sort of bear attack and now they've found some signs of robbery." How do they go from a bear attack to a human robbery?
Dean pulled out dad's journal from his inside jacket pocket before frantically flipping through it. "There, check it out." He plopped the journal down in the center of the table. I leaned forward to read the name D. Elkins, and a number printed alongside it.
"You think it's the same Elkins?" Sam asked.
"I say we go for it." I suggested. "How many D. Elkins can there be in the Colorado area?"
We made it to the cabin late at night where Sam picked the lock. I nudged the door open and Dean followed with the flashlight. "Looks like the maid didn't come today." Dean noted, shining the light across the mess of papers and overturned furniture scattered across the floor. I took out my little flashlight and started looking at the few papers still on the desk but most of them were things like bills.
Sam was kneeling on the floor near the door. "Hey, there's salt over here." He called, making me look up from a cheap phone bill.
Dean started flipping through a journal he found flipped open on the floor. "You mean protection against demon salt or oops I spilled the popcorn salt."
I walked up behind Sam, "That looks like a ring of salt."
"It is." Sam said standing up. "You think this guy Elkins was a player?" There wasn't a doubt in my that he was in the game.
"This has been dated back to the sixties." Dean muttered, flipping through what Elkins had which was apparently a hunter's journal, just like dad's.