Chapter 5

Dean slowed and stopped in front of an older two-story house. He checked his paper to be sure it was the right address before killing the engine and getting out. After looking around, he approached the front door of the house. He knocked on the door and waited for a moment before turning the doorknob to find it unlocked. Dean pushed the door open and looked around before stepping into the foyer and glancing around.

The place was eerily quiet and gave him the creeps. He walked down a short hall and turned a corner when suddenly he collided with a body.

"Whoa! Hey sorry," Dean exclaimed as he grabbed the woman to keep her from falling.

"Holy crap!" she cried out. "Who the hell are you?" she asked jerking out of his arms and stepping away from him as she eyed him warily.

"Sorry, I knocked, but you must not have heard me," Dean explained as he held his hands up to show he meant no harm. "I'm with the FBI and was checking out the murder/suicide that happened here."

"That wasn't my brother," the woman sighed as tears filled her eyes. "I'm telling you that was not my brother. He was a caring, loving person who would never have killed our father like that. He changed when that slut came into his life."

"Where did he meet this…Slut?" Dean asked as his interests peaked.

"In a grocery store of all places," she laughed shaking her head.

"I'm Dean by the way; can I ask you a few more questions?"

"I don't see why not. I'm Tracy, why don't we go into the kitchen. Would you like something to drink?" she asked leading Dean to the back of the house and into a warm, light kitchen. "I have water, soda, or I could start a pot of coffee," she offered.

"Water would be fine," Dean answered taking a seat at the table in front of a large window that overlooked the backyard.

Tracy opened the fridge and got out two waters. She walked over and sat across from Dean handing him a water. They opened them and sipped on it before Dean started.

"What was this woman's name that came into your brother's life?"

"I only met her once and that was by accident. Kent introduced her as Jasmine. He told me they were 'madly in love.'" She couldn't keep the anger and disgust out of her voice.

"Can you describe her?" he continued to question as he scribbled notes.

"She had auburn hair that was shoulder length, with green eyes, good figure, and I guess she was pretty, but there was something off about her to me. But like I said, I only met her one time," Tracy told him. "Kent worked from home and was taking care of our father who had had a stroke. I did what I could until she came into the picture. Kent didn't want me coming over anymore and wouldn't take my calls."

"So, this Jasmine chick sort of took over Kent's life. Do you think she could convince him to kill your father?"

"Without a doubt. He'd do anything she wanted without questioning it."

"Even kill himself?"

"Yes, but the cops couldn't find her afterwards. It was like she just disappeared."

"I'm sorry for your loss," Dean told her gently. "I appreciate your help."

"Thanks for listening to me. The cops didn't think much about what I said."

"I'm not the local cops. What you have told me helps."

"What do to know that you're not telling me?" she questioned suspiciously.

"Only that Jasmine is dangerous and I'm going to stop her," Dean said solemnly. "I should be going now."

"Okay, it was good to meet you." Tracy got up and showed him to the front door and let him out.

"I'll do what I can to clear your brother's name and I believe you," Dean told her trying to give her some hope.

Dean headed back to the Impala and looked at the next address on his list. He looked at the map to find the street and get directions there. He cranked the car and pulled from the curb heading across town. Pulling into another neighborhood, Dean drove slowly until he found the right road and followed it to the outskirts of the developments to a lone house that sat back from the road.

The house was a one story, brick home with an attached garage. He pulled into the driveway and stopped, killing the engine. Dean got out and looked around not seeing any sign of life outside or inside. He walked up the walkway to the front porch and knocked on the door to be sure no one was there. When no one answered, Dean moved around to the back of the house and tried the backdoor. He pulled out his lock pick kit and got the back door opened so he could go inside.

The house was just as unusually quiet as the first house, and he moved cautiously through it. He found an outline for two bodies in different rooms of the house. He couldn't find anything useful and headed back outside to the Impala. He pulled his cell out and dialed Sam's cell.

"Hey," Sam answered. "Is everything okay? Did you find anything?"

"A little, can you look in the file for a Katie Miller and give me her next of kin's name and address?" Dean told him.

"Hold on," Sam mumbled as he shuffled through the files to find the one Dean wanted. "Got it. Her next of kin is a brother named Davis Miller. The address is 567 Holland Ridge Road, Apartment C."

"Got it," Dean replied hanging up on Sam.

"Thanks Sam, good work," Sam mimicked with a snort as he dropped his cell on the table. Sometimes his brother was an asshole. He went back to scouring the credit card reports once again.

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With a new address, Dean headed out of the neighborhood to find Katie's brother's address. It didn't take him long to find the complex and apartment C. He took the sidewalk to the front door and rang the bell hoping Davis Miller was home.

"Hello, can I help you?" a guy a few years older than Dean asked when he answered the door.

"Hello, Davis Miller?" Dean asked.

"Yes."

"I'm Agent Wilson with the FBI. I'm looking into the death of your sister."

"Why is the FBI looking into a suicide? That's what the cops all agreed it was. She killed our invalid mother and then herself." Davis allowed Dean inside and showed him to the living room where they sat down.

"I read the report. I wanted to ask you if she had met someone before this happened and had she changed?"

"How did you know?" Davis asked in surprise. "His name was Toby and she told me he was the man of her dreams. She thought she was madly in love with him. I tried to talk to her, but she wouldn't listen to me and then it was too late."

"Can you tell me about this Toby guy? What did he look like? How did he act?"

"He was conceited, full of himself, narcissistic, and I didn't trust him, but I couldn't get Katie to see it. Toby was a convincing bastard. He was a dark headed, blue eyed, handsome man that any woman would fall for. Why he picked my sister I don't know. She wasn't beautiful and someone that most guys wouldn't look at twice. He manipulated her and used her. She stopped seeing me and talking to me. I tried to break them up, but Toby kept me from her. I know it was him who made her do this, but the cops couldn't find him afterwards."

"I believe you Davis and I'm going to try and stop him before it happens again."

"You do that, for my sister," Davis insisted in harsh voice.

"Thanks for talking with me." Dean got up to leave, shaking Davis's hand before going to the door. He let himself out, glancing back at the man sitting in the recliner staring off into space. He headed back to the Impala and got in sitting behind the wheel as he thought about what he had learned. He was sure the siren was choosing the weak and vulnerable to prey on. Dean cranked the car and decided to find lunch for them and then head back to see what Sam had found.

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Sam looked at his cell again when it started ringing and answered it. He didn't recognize the number and thought it might be another hunter or Bobby maybe.

"Hello," he greeted the caller.

"Sam…" a weak voice spoke.

"Dean? Is that you?" Sam asked quickly as he went on high alert.

"Help…" the voice faded, and the connection was lost.

"Dean!" Sam called standing and looking at his cell. "Dean!" Sam grabbed his laptop and pulled up a tracker program, typed in the cell number and watched the program, willing it to hurry as he drummed his fingers on the table. When it gave him a location that wasn't far away from the motel, he grabbed his jacket and hurried from the room.

The road was busy as Sam half ran, half walked down the side checking his cell to be sure he was going in the right direction. He turned and ran down between two buildings and looked around for his brother. A figure slipped out behind him and as he turned a wetness splashed on his face, getting in his mouth, and suddenly everything went black.

A/N: Things are not looking good for Sam and what will Dean do when he gets back to the motel? Will he be able to find his brother? Thank you for taking this ride with me. I do like reviews/comments. NC