Web Of Deception 3/?
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cherry916Title: Web Of Deception
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cherry916
Beta:moviegeek03
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sam and Dean are still at odds right after their father’s death. Nothing seems to be working and soon enough they both just seem to give up with trying. When they go to do a simple salt and burn the initial hunt seems to spiral into more than they ever imagined. Who is killing all these people? Who is this weird new hunter with a fixation on Dean? And how come after they did the initial salt and burn their problems only get worse?
A/N: This is a little something I've been working on for awhile. I hope this will get me back into writing chapter stories for SPN since it's been so long since I did so. I really hope you like it and continue reading it. The banner was made by the awesome![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=3)
moviegeek03 isn't it just...fitting? lol I love it thank you BB.
For some reason, something disturbed Sam’s peaceful sleep. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something had woken him.
Sam moaned and groggily got up out of bed; he swayed a little but righted his balance with help from the wall nearby. His head still hurt, though thankfully not as bad as before. He shivered a little in the cool room; he followed the breeze until he stopped at a window.
The window was open a crack.
Goose bumps crept up again as he shut and locked the window. Looking outside he spotted no one around, not even a boot print to say someone had been there.
He was starting to get a dreadful feeling in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t know why but just something was off and he didn’t like it not one bit.
Awhile later. Dean arrived with some Tylenol and all sorts of sick remedies. After arguing a bit on whether Sam should lie down again, they decided to agree to disagree and just wait until night came to go on the hunt.
Kendall smiled as he wiped off his serrated blade. The blood staining it was sticky and coagulating. He made sure he didn’t step in the pool of blood at his feet; he couldn’t leave behind anything traceable. He was a hunter after all, and he had learned from the best.
For a second pity almost welled up on him. The woman at his feet had a look of pure terror on her face. It was etched in stone as her dying body started to turn blue. The poor girl would never know anything more about Dean or even get close to Dean. But that was ok…Kendall would get to know him for her.
As he walked out of the diner, the moon shined and glinted off the bloody name tag which read: Louise.
“Ok it says he was buried in Sweet Falls Cemetery on Burberry Lane. It’s just up ahead, so take a left and then keep driving,” Sam said to Dean as he looked at the map with his flashlight.
Dean chuckled. “Man you think people would get inventive with these cemetery names. Sweet Falls? Wow that has got to be the lamest one I heard yet.”
Sam laughed. Thankfully with a little Tylenol and unfortunately with Dean’s pestering to go to sleep, his headache had disappeared. He hasn’t yet shared his weird feeling with Dean, too scared to screw up the silent camaraderie they managed to build. Hopefully after tonight they could put this town behind them and everything would go back to normal.
“Hey I don’t think it’s the lamest,” Sam chided. “Remember the Rest In Peace cemetery in Oklahoma?”
Dean cracked up laughing, throwing his head back. “You know what…I do remember that. It had the haunted library right?”
“Right! Remember dad broke his foot because the spirit dropped a dictionary on it.” Sam winced when Dean visually flinched at the mention of dad. The pain was too fresh and Sam just went ahead and started to tear open the wound even wider. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
After that the silence lapsed into an awkward one and Sam had to refrain from hitting himself on the head for his stupidity.
Thankfully, they were just pulling into the cemetery so he didn’t have to sit and stir in the tension long.
Dean parked behind a shady willow tree and got out of the car. He heard Sam follow and had to bite his cheek to stop from bellowing out a report. It wasn’t Sam’s fault that he still wasn’t over dad’s death. Though it made him wonder how Sam could talk about him so easily.
Probably because Sam didn’t love dad as much as I did. Dean muttered cruelly under his breath. No one did.
“Here you watch my back while I start digging. Shoot at anything that moves,” Dean said in an emotionless tone that their dad used so much in the past.
Sam flinched but held back from saying anything. It’s better just to stay quiet.
Sam grabbed a sawed off shotgun from the trunk as he trudged silently behind Dean’s form.
Kendall watched from the shadows as Sam busily walked in a circle around the grave Dean was digging, diligently watching for the spirit. Kendall had to give the kid props. He was thorough and he and Dean made a hell of a team. But not as good as Kendall… not as good as he and Dean together.
Kendall held his breath as he heard a familiar screech. The spirit suddenly appeared and launched itself at Sam. Sam easily shot off one round, making the spirit disappear. He heard some yelling, which sounded like hurry up, but the spirit reappeared again and knocked Sam over.
Oh no, Kendall thought in terror. Dean!
Sam looked very dazed as he dazedly got up from the ground however he wasn’t fast enough to stop the spirit from getting to Dean.
Kendall made up his mind and hurriedly ran out into the clearing firing off two shots at the spirit who screeched and vanished.
Dean looked very confused and suspicious. Sam looked about ready to pass out. “Hurry!” he yelled. “He’ll come back soon!”
That seemed to be enough for Dean who crawled up out of the grave and whipped out a match. As soon as the familiar screech started, Dean twisted his lips and dropped the lit match. The grave was set ablaze; the spirit gave one last dying screech before he vanished for good.
Kendall smiled broadly and went to talk to Dean, but Dean was already by Sam’s side helping him up. Kendall looked about ready for murder as he stared at the young hunter who held onto Dean’s arm like a lifeline as he tried to get his bearings.
“That was a hell of a salt and burn kid. Buy ya two a drink so we can talk?” Kendall proposed hopefully.
Dean looked up swiftly into the man’s face. His grip on Sam’s arm tightened instinctively. His radar wasn’t going off but nowadays Dean couldn’t be too sure. What could go wrong? Dean thought. He buys us a drink and we find out who the hell he is, which was most likely a hunter.
Dean took one look at Sam who was easily righting himself now. He looked to be ok…he was frazzled a little but that was expected. Dean looked at the mysterious man and agreed. All the while Sam looked on with trepidation.
Sam grimaced as the obviously drunk hunter laughed loudly. Dean laughed right along with him.
After meeting up at a bar, the man introduced himself as Kendall Byrd and told them he was a hunter who had been planning to do the salt and burn as well. Of course the one way to Dean’s heart was sharing stories of hunting, which of course the man did. Two hours later they were still cracking up, laughing at each others stories while Sam sat and stewed.
“You should have seen it man! It was just so awesome! Just one shot and it went clean through front and back and that werewolf was done for!” Kendall exclaimed his child like personality coming out and shining.
Dean’s eyes gleamed with interest, causing Sam to withhold a sigh.
“You haven’t seen awesome man not until you take down two of those suckers with one shot!”
Kendall’s eyes widened with pure adoration and Sam had to try not to vomit. Drumming his fingers on the table, he tuned the two out and tried to make sense of it all. The feeling from before didn’t go away; in fact it only amplified. First he felt someone watching him not once but twice then this ‘supposed’ hunter comes out from no where and saves their asses? It was just too many weird coincidences, and Sam hated unanswered questions.
He looked at Kendall from the side of his eyes and the guy did fit the typical profile of a hunter. He looked to be maybe two years older than Sam. He had a goatee that barely came across as manly and wore the flannel garb you would normally see on an outdoorsman. What was impressive though was that the kid had one hell of a physique. His muscles were rippling and bulging underneath the baggy flannel and the guy was even almost as tall as Sam.
Still, no matter how much things made sense, there was just too many unanswered questions and variables. When the two let out another loud bellow Sam sighed and tried to make it through the night.
Later that night, Dean so graciously asked Kendall to bunk with them, which thankfully the hunter declined. After that, Sam was busy trying to get Dean to the car so they could go to the motel and finally go to bed.
His head was starting to hurt again and all he really wanted was to go to sleep and put this night behind him.
“Come on Dean,” Sam muttered as he tightened his grip on Dean’s arm. The last thing they needed was for Dean to fall and bust his head open on the concrete.
“Man Sammy, that dude was aweeesome!”
Sam grimaced but nodded. “That’s cool Dean now let’s just-”
Dean stopped petulantly and ripped his arms from Sam’s grasp. “No, you just don’t get it.”
Sam almost laughed at how childlike Dean looked, but of course Sam was tired, moody his head was starting to hurt again and he just wanted to go to the motel and sleep. “No I don’t get it Dean. I mean for God sakes you don’t even know this guy and you invited him to our room? To sleep near us? What’s up with you?”
Dean’s mouth tightened into a thin line and Sam almost looked scared. “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? God I can almost smell the guilt pouring off of you some days and you think being mister goody two shoes and making everyone feel sorry for you will make our problems go away? Will make dad’s memory go away?” Dean asked cruelly enjoying the look of hurt on Sam’s face.
Sam swallowed and tried to hold in how much Dean’s word’s hurt him. He should have known that when Dean went in for the kill, he didn’t hold back.
“Well it doesn’t! You can’t just forget dad and move on! You wonder why the man never said goodbye to you…because he knew that you wouldn’t give a rat’s ass that he died! Now you are trying to make up for it by being all nice to me? Well newsflash kiddo, it doesn’t work that way! It’s all too little too late, so stop hovering over me every five minutes and leave me the hell alone!” Dean finally yelled, pushing Sam out of the way to get to the Impala. He opened the door angrily and slammed it shut.
Sam was left staring agape at Dean. His eyes were misting over and all he wanted to do was fall into a black hole and never return. “If that’s what you want,” Sam whispered and trudged silently to the car, feeling as if his heart was about to rip into two pieces.
Kendall watched from the shadows and couldn’t hide the look of glee that crossed his face at seeing Sam so broken. Dean certainly knew how to break someone down and he definitely didn’t hold back. “That’s what he gets,” Kendall muttered quietly, talking to himself. “If he’s going to act like a shitty brother, he should be treated like shit.”
Smirking to himself, he made his way to his truck, all the while planning on fixing another mistake someone had made.
Dean groaned as he turned over in bed; he felt like absolute shit. God how much did I drink last night?
He vaguely remembered the hunt and being saved by this hunter called Kendall Byrd then going out and having some drinks…but after that he was hitting a big ass blank.
When he heard the front door open, he closed his eyes and covered his ears. “Saaaaaaam,” Dean whined. “Don’t be so loud.”
“I figured you’d need some greasy breakfast to remedy that hangover.”
Dean groaned and he could almost imagine the smirk on Sam’s lips. The little bitch.
“Ugh, I hate you,” Dean moaned as he unscrewed his eyes to see Sam’s big frame still standing in the doorway, looking like a lost puppy. Frowning, he managed to sit up. Once the world stopped spinning, he gasped at the tears that were swimming in Sam’s eyes, but just like that they quickly vanished and a hard mask settled on his face.
“I got some coffee whenever you’re ready for it and some soft baked rolls from the bakery down the street.”
“Sammy?” Dean questioned anxiously.
“What?” Sam asked softly sitting down in the chair.
“Are you ok?”
Sam huffed out a laugh and managed to put on a small smile. “I’m fine man…not the one who decided to sing I’m too sexy in front of a room full of bar patrons.”
Dean’s eyebrows shot up but he didn’t question anything. I wonder what else I did that night? Dean pondered silently. Sam looked even shitter than himself which was saying something. Dean vowed to keep an eye on him today to try to figure out if Sam was just being emo or something else was going on.
He got up out of bed to take a piss and brushed his teeth. After that he walked out and decided to hold off on the food for a little and tried to manage some coffee. Of course after taking one sip, his stomach decided to rebel, and he had to dash to the bathroom, listening to Sam snickering in the background. After that he just flopped back on the bed and closed his eyes.
He didn’t know when he drifted off but he was getting rudely awakened by a rough hand shaking his shoulder. “Wha-?”
“Dean, man, wake the hell up and listen to this!”
Sam sounded scared out of his wits so he instantly popped his eyes open, expecting a threat, but all he saw was the faulty TV playing and Sam’s face creasing with concern.
Rubbing his eyes he looked incredulously at Sam. “I was trying to sleep you know.”
“Shit man, just listen to this.” Sam turned up the TV and Dean was suddenly bombarded with a news station outside of the diner they ate in yesterday morning.
“A local woman, Louise Parker, was stabbed last night around 9:00, right when the diner was closing. Police are unable to tell us if they currently have any suspects, but they are saying is this was a brutal killing and locals should cauti-”
Sam turned the TV down and looked at Dean with fear in his eyes.
Dean shrugged and nibbled on his lip. Louise’s smiling face flashed in his mind and he felt guilt creep up on him even though he knew there was nothing he could have done.
“That’s-that’s creepy man,” Sam finally said in shock.
Dean nodded his head in agreement. “It is but what are we supposed to do Sam? This isn’t something supernatural. This is just some punk ass murderer who needs to be shot.”
“But Dean…” Sam started than nodded towards the TV again.
On it was two people probably only in their 40’s or 50’s and the woman was sobbing her heart out and the man was clutching his wife while he tried to talk.
“Please if you know anything help us catch the person who did this to our baby girl. Please…” The man choked on his words and whispered another final plea.
Sam looked about wrecked. Worse off than he did this morning and Dean was sure that same look was on his face.
“What are we going to do Dean?” Sam whispered brokenly.
“I guess we’ll have to stick around and figure out what’s going on.”
Chapter Four
Author:
cherry916 Beta:
moviegeek03 Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sam and Dean are still at odds right after their father’s death. Nothing seems to be working and soon enough they both just seem to give up with trying. When they go to do a simple salt and burn the initial hunt seems to spiral into more than they ever imagined. Who is killing all these people? Who is this weird new hunter with a fixation on Dean? And how come after they did the initial salt and burn their problems only get worse?
A/N: This is a little something I've been working on for awhile. I hope this will get me back into writing chapter stories for SPN since it's been so long since I did so. I really hope you like it and continue reading it. The banner was made by the awesome
moviegeek03 isn't it just...fitting? lol I love it thank you BB.For some reason, something disturbed Sam’s peaceful sleep. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something had woken him.
Sam moaned and groggily got up out of bed; he swayed a little but righted his balance with help from the wall nearby. His head still hurt, though thankfully not as bad as before. He shivered a little in the cool room; he followed the breeze until he stopped at a window.
The window was open a crack.
Goose bumps crept up again as he shut and locked the window. Looking outside he spotted no one around, not even a boot print to say someone had been there.
He was starting to get a dreadful feeling in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t know why but just something was off and he didn’t like it not one bit.
Awhile later. Dean arrived with some Tylenol and all sorts of sick remedies. After arguing a bit on whether Sam should lie down again, they decided to agree to disagree and just wait until night came to go on the hunt.
Kendall smiled as he wiped off his serrated blade. The blood staining it was sticky and coagulating. He made sure he didn’t step in the pool of blood at his feet; he couldn’t leave behind anything traceable. He was a hunter after all, and he had learned from the best.
For a second pity almost welled up on him. The woman at his feet had a look of pure terror on her face. It was etched in stone as her dying body started to turn blue. The poor girl would never know anything more about Dean or even get close to Dean. But that was ok…Kendall would get to know him for her.
As he walked out of the diner, the moon shined and glinted off the bloody name tag which read: Louise.
“Ok it says he was buried in Sweet Falls Cemetery on Burberry Lane. It’s just up ahead, so take a left and then keep driving,” Sam said to Dean as he looked at the map with his flashlight.
Dean chuckled. “Man you think people would get inventive with these cemetery names. Sweet Falls? Wow that has got to be the lamest one I heard yet.”
Sam laughed. Thankfully with a little Tylenol and unfortunately with Dean’s pestering to go to sleep, his headache had disappeared. He hasn’t yet shared his weird feeling with Dean, too scared to screw up the silent camaraderie they managed to build. Hopefully after tonight they could put this town behind them and everything would go back to normal.
“Hey I don’t think it’s the lamest,” Sam chided. “Remember the Rest In Peace cemetery in Oklahoma?”
Dean cracked up laughing, throwing his head back. “You know what…I do remember that. It had the haunted library right?”
“Right! Remember dad broke his foot because the spirit dropped a dictionary on it.” Sam winced when Dean visually flinched at the mention of dad. The pain was too fresh and Sam just went ahead and started to tear open the wound even wider. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
After that the silence lapsed into an awkward one and Sam had to refrain from hitting himself on the head for his stupidity.
Thankfully, they were just pulling into the cemetery so he didn’t have to sit and stir in the tension long.
Dean parked behind a shady willow tree and got out of the car. He heard Sam follow and had to bite his cheek to stop from bellowing out a report. It wasn’t Sam’s fault that he still wasn’t over dad’s death. Though it made him wonder how Sam could talk about him so easily.
Probably because Sam didn’t love dad as much as I did. Dean muttered cruelly under his breath. No one did.
“Here you watch my back while I start digging. Shoot at anything that moves,” Dean said in an emotionless tone that their dad used so much in the past.
Sam flinched but held back from saying anything. It’s better just to stay quiet.
Sam grabbed a sawed off shotgun from the trunk as he trudged silently behind Dean’s form.
Kendall held his breath as he heard a familiar screech. The spirit suddenly appeared and launched itself at Sam. Sam easily shot off one round, making the spirit disappear. He heard some yelling, which sounded like hurry up, but the spirit reappeared again and knocked Sam over.
Oh no, Kendall thought in terror. Dean!
Sam looked very dazed as he dazedly got up from the ground however he wasn’t fast enough to stop the spirit from getting to Dean.
Kendall made up his mind and hurriedly ran out into the clearing firing off two shots at the spirit who screeched and vanished.
Dean looked very confused and suspicious. Sam looked about ready to pass out. “Hurry!” he yelled. “He’ll come back soon!”
That seemed to be enough for Dean who crawled up out of the grave and whipped out a match. As soon as the familiar screech started, Dean twisted his lips and dropped the lit match. The grave was set ablaze; the spirit gave one last dying screech before he vanished for good.
Kendall smiled broadly and went to talk to Dean, but Dean was already by Sam’s side helping him up. Kendall looked about ready for murder as he stared at the young hunter who held onto Dean’s arm like a lifeline as he tried to get his bearings.
“That was a hell of a salt and burn kid. Buy ya two a drink so we can talk?” Kendall proposed hopefully.
Dean looked up swiftly into the man’s face. His grip on Sam’s arm tightened instinctively. His radar wasn’t going off but nowadays Dean couldn’t be too sure. What could go wrong? Dean thought. He buys us a drink and we find out who the hell he is, which was most likely a hunter.
Dean took one look at Sam who was easily righting himself now. He looked to be ok…he was frazzled a little but that was expected. Dean looked at the mysterious man and agreed. All the while Sam looked on with trepidation.
Sam grimaced as the obviously drunk hunter laughed loudly. Dean laughed right along with him.
After meeting up at a bar, the man introduced himself as Kendall Byrd and told them he was a hunter who had been planning to do the salt and burn as well. Of course the one way to Dean’s heart was sharing stories of hunting, which of course the man did. Two hours later they were still cracking up, laughing at each others stories while Sam sat and stewed.
“You should have seen it man! It was just so awesome! Just one shot and it went clean through front and back and that werewolf was done for!” Kendall exclaimed his child like personality coming out and shining.
Dean’s eyes gleamed with interest, causing Sam to withhold a sigh.
“You haven’t seen awesome man not until you take down two of those suckers with one shot!”
Kendall’s eyes widened with pure adoration and Sam had to try not to vomit. Drumming his fingers on the table, he tuned the two out and tried to make sense of it all. The feeling from before didn’t go away; in fact it only amplified. First he felt someone watching him not once but twice then this ‘supposed’ hunter comes out from no where and saves their asses? It was just too many weird coincidences, and Sam hated unanswered questions.
He looked at Kendall from the side of his eyes and the guy did fit the typical profile of a hunter. He looked to be maybe two years older than Sam. He had a goatee that barely came across as manly and wore the flannel garb you would normally see on an outdoorsman. What was impressive though was that the kid had one hell of a physique. His muscles were rippling and bulging underneath the baggy flannel and the guy was even almost as tall as Sam.
Still, no matter how much things made sense, there was just too many unanswered questions and variables. When the two let out another loud bellow Sam sighed and tried to make it through the night.
Later that night, Dean so graciously asked Kendall to bunk with them, which thankfully the hunter declined. After that, Sam was busy trying to get Dean to the car so they could go to the motel and finally go to bed.
His head was starting to hurt again and all he really wanted was to go to sleep and put this night behind him.
“Come on Dean,” Sam muttered as he tightened his grip on Dean’s arm. The last thing they needed was for Dean to fall and bust his head open on the concrete.
“Man Sammy, that dude was aweeesome!”
Sam grimaced but nodded. “That’s cool Dean now let’s just-”
Dean stopped petulantly and ripped his arms from Sam’s grasp. “No, you just don’t get it.”
Sam almost laughed at how childlike Dean looked, but of course Sam was tired, moody his head was starting to hurt again and he just wanted to go to the motel and sleep. “No I don’t get it Dean. I mean for God sakes you don’t even know this guy and you invited him to our room? To sleep near us? What’s up with you?”
Dean’s mouth tightened into a thin line and Sam almost looked scared. “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? God I can almost smell the guilt pouring off of you some days and you think being mister goody two shoes and making everyone feel sorry for you will make our problems go away? Will make dad’s memory go away?” Dean asked cruelly enjoying the look of hurt on Sam’s face.
Sam swallowed and tried to hold in how much Dean’s word’s hurt him. He should have known that when Dean went in for the kill, he didn’t hold back.
“Well it doesn’t! You can’t just forget dad and move on! You wonder why the man never said goodbye to you…because he knew that you wouldn’t give a rat’s ass that he died! Now you are trying to make up for it by being all nice to me? Well newsflash kiddo, it doesn’t work that way! It’s all too little too late, so stop hovering over me every five minutes and leave me the hell alone!” Dean finally yelled, pushing Sam out of the way to get to the Impala. He opened the door angrily and slammed it shut.
Sam was left staring agape at Dean. His eyes were misting over and all he wanted to do was fall into a black hole and never return. “If that’s what you want,” Sam whispered and trudged silently to the car, feeling as if his heart was about to rip into two pieces.
Kendall watched from the shadows and couldn’t hide the look of glee that crossed his face at seeing Sam so broken. Dean certainly knew how to break someone down and he definitely didn’t hold back. “That’s what he gets,” Kendall muttered quietly, talking to himself. “If he’s going to act like a shitty brother, he should be treated like shit.”
Smirking to himself, he made his way to his truck, all the while planning on fixing another mistake someone had made.
Dean groaned as he turned over in bed; he felt like absolute shit. God how much did I drink last night?
He vaguely remembered the hunt and being saved by this hunter called Kendall Byrd then going out and having some drinks…but after that he was hitting a big ass blank.
When he heard the front door open, he closed his eyes and covered his ears. “Saaaaaaam,” Dean whined. “Don’t be so loud.”
“I figured you’d need some greasy breakfast to remedy that hangover.”
Dean groaned and he could almost imagine the smirk on Sam’s lips. The little bitch.
“Ugh, I hate you,” Dean moaned as he unscrewed his eyes to see Sam’s big frame still standing in the doorway, looking like a lost puppy. Frowning, he managed to sit up. Once the world stopped spinning, he gasped at the tears that were swimming in Sam’s eyes, but just like that they quickly vanished and a hard mask settled on his face.
“I got some coffee whenever you’re ready for it and some soft baked rolls from the bakery down the street.”
“Sammy?” Dean questioned anxiously.
“What?” Sam asked softly sitting down in the chair.
“Are you ok?”
Sam huffed out a laugh and managed to put on a small smile. “I’m fine man…not the one who decided to sing I’m too sexy in front of a room full of bar patrons.”
Dean’s eyebrows shot up but he didn’t question anything. I wonder what else I did that night? Dean pondered silently. Sam looked even shitter than himself which was saying something. Dean vowed to keep an eye on him today to try to figure out if Sam was just being emo or something else was going on.
He got up out of bed to take a piss and brushed his teeth. After that he walked out and decided to hold off on the food for a little and tried to manage some coffee. Of course after taking one sip, his stomach decided to rebel, and he had to dash to the bathroom, listening to Sam snickering in the background. After that he just flopped back on the bed and closed his eyes.
He didn’t know when he drifted off but he was getting rudely awakened by a rough hand shaking his shoulder. “Wha-?”
“Dean, man, wake the hell up and listen to this!”
Sam sounded scared out of his wits so he instantly popped his eyes open, expecting a threat, but all he saw was the faulty TV playing and Sam’s face creasing with concern.
Rubbing his eyes he looked incredulously at Sam. “I was trying to sleep you know.”
“Shit man, just listen to this.” Sam turned up the TV and Dean was suddenly bombarded with a news station outside of the diner they ate in yesterday morning.
“A local woman, Louise Parker, was stabbed last night around 9:00, right when the diner was closing. Police are unable to tell us if they currently have any suspects, but they are saying is this was a brutal killing and locals should cauti-”
Sam turned the TV down and looked at Dean with fear in his eyes.
Dean shrugged and nibbled on his lip. Louise’s smiling face flashed in his mind and he felt guilt creep up on him even though he knew there was nothing he could have done.
“That’s-that’s creepy man,” Sam finally said in shock.
Dean nodded his head in agreement. “It is but what are we supposed to do Sam? This isn’t something supernatural. This is just some punk ass murderer who needs to be shot.”
“But Dean…” Sam started than nodded towards the TV again.
On it was two people probably only in their 40’s or 50’s and the woman was sobbing her heart out and the man was clutching his wife while he tried to talk.
“Please if you know anything help us catch the person who did this to our baby girl. Please…” The man choked on his words and whispered another final plea.
Sam looked about wrecked. Worse off than he did this morning and Dean was sure that same look was on his face.
“What are we going to do Dean?” Sam whispered brokenly.
“I guess we’ll have to stick around and figure out what’s going on.”
Chapter Four
