Dean Winchester (
bloodnbadthings) wrote2012-01-28 02:12 am
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An Unexpected Visit
They'd been at it over a month now with still no sign of Dad. There had been hope once when an old acquaintance of John and Dean's called for help on another case and informed them that he found Sam's phone number by calling John's. Suddenly the phone that had given them nothing but disconnect redirects was now clicking over to voicemail in their father's voice informing people to call Sam if they needed help.
Sam had... not liked that development. Dean could understand why. Sam didn't have anything against helping people, but to have proof that their father was still out there and knew Sam was hunting... presumably knew Sam was looking for him... but, he was still staying out of communication? Dean could understand why that was upsetting. All he could do was keep trying to track the man down and hope when they did, Sam could get his answers.
They were in the middle of nowhere Illinois, Dean still recovering from his first and last airplane flight, when their hunt met with an unexpected snag. Dean walked into their motel room after sitting with Sam through his dinner to find their room occupied. A blond vampire was stretched out on Dean's bed, lounging. Inwardly, Dean started cussing colorfully while he pushed Sam as casually behind him as he could.
"Hello, Eric."
Sam had... not liked that development. Dean could understand why. Sam didn't have anything against helping people, but to have proof that their father was still out there and knew Sam was hunting... presumably knew Sam was looking for him... but, he was still staying out of communication? Dean could understand why that was upsetting. All he could do was keep trying to track the man down and hope when they did, Sam could get his answers.
They were in the middle of nowhere Illinois, Dean still recovering from his first and last airplane flight, when their hunt met with an unexpected snag. Dean walked into their motel room after sitting with Sam through his dinner to find their room occupied. A blond vampire was stretched out on Dean's bed, lounging. Inwardly, Dean started cussing colorfully while he pushed Sam as casually behind him as he could.
"Hello, Eric."
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"This sucks."
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Or would die. He didn't want any more calls like the one he just got. "There's got to be something we're missing..."
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"Anything about the new vic?"
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"Maybe we'll learn more when we talk to the victim's friend or something... see where she was killed. We'll have to look over everything."
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"I'm sorry." Sam tried to keep his voice soft, his expression softening a little in sympathy as she looked up at him.
"And she said it... I heard her say it. But it couldn't be because of that. I'm insane, right?"
Sam wanted to reassure her that it wasn't because of that, that she wasn't insane either and give... another answer. Anything. But he couldn't.
At least maybe they could convince this girl to let her into this girl's room though... with any luck at all.
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"You're definitely not crazy. Something crazy is going on here, though. We're going to need your help to figure this out, Charlie. We need to see Jill's room. Can you get us in there?"
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It'd be tricky, to get into Jill's room without anyone knowing, but in the end, she said she'd talk to the girl's mother tomorrow and say she needed some time alone in there and to sneak in through the window just outside the bedroom.
They could do that. He'd have to go in first, find a discreet way to get Dean inside because he figured this girl wouldn't be any more comforted right now that there was a vampire inches away from her, not that Dean would ever hurt her. But that'd be easy, just a quick 'come in' should do, right? Hopefully.
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She'd told them all she could and now it was just time to wait to sneak into Jill's room.
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"Well? What do you want to do now? Try a break in on our own or wait for Charlie?"
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He headed back toward their motel and kept an eye out for somewhere to stop. Preferably one of the places that sold those stupid salads Sam liked.
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