Fic: There's Something in the Dark (2/?)
Title: There's Something in the Dark
Author: LittleLonnie
Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Action
Summary: Set sometime between 6x09 "Clap Your Hands if You Believe" and 6x10 "Caged Heat". Bobby sends the boys to check out a small town that might inhabit a mythological creature. Turns out it's a whole lot more in this town then what they first believed.
Note: There's Limp!Soulless Sam for once! Wooh! But always big bro Dean of course! And I just really wanted to write a story with more interaction between Dean and his soulless brother! The story will be well past 8 chapters ;)
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2.
"Is it safe to enter?" Dean asked through the motel room door after knocking.
"Yes, Dean," Sam said in a monotoneus voice. Still Dean opened the door and peeked in very carefully. By experience he knew soulless Sam was everything but shy or even aware of what usually would be considered an awkward situation. In fact he had looked rather happy to see Dean just a week ago with that hippie chick draped all over him in bed.
"I don't bite," Sam told him, looking up from his laptop for only a moment before focusing back on tapping the keyboard.
Once Dean could confirm that it was safe to enter, he closed the door behind him and threw his jacket on the bed,
"So, she changed her mind once she saw you shirtless?" Dean joked and settled on the opposite side of the table. He knew the answer before Sam opened his mouth considering his hair was messy and screamed 'sex hair' and his unbuttoned shirt showed more skin then nececcary.
"Woman was all hands," Sam grinned cheekily and flicked a finger in the direction of his hair to show his point,
"And nails," he shrugged and pulled one side of his shirt to show some scratches down his chest, along with an unmistakable hickey on the side of his neck.
"Thanks for the imagery," Dean sighed, running a hand through his short hair.
"You're very welcome," Sam grinned, still tapping on the keyboard of the laptop. Dean just sat there a moment before shaking his head,
"Gonna tell me what you're doing?" he asked. He felt sleepy and tipsy and so ready for bed, but he didn't really want to go to bed with Sam awake. It was creepy. Always would be.
"Research, genius," Sam finally looked up from the laptop and turned it around for Dean to see,
"Chupacabra. Both good and bad news," he told Dean as he read. Once Dean was done reading he leaned back in his chair and rested his head back and closed his eyes.
"So we can kill it with a headshot with any gun," Dean confirmed, Sam nodded despite Dean not seeing it,
"But it's fast so it's hard to actually hit it..." he trailed off.
"Yeah, but I can do it," Sam said confidently and closed the laptop. He looked at Dean for a while before nudging his foot under the table,
"Get some sleep."
Dean lifted his head again and met Sam's eyes,
"Don't act like you care," he mock smiled.
"Oh I don't. But it's your job to keep me alive," Sam told him. It could be looked at as a joke, but there was no sign of it on his face. Dean groaned and got up before falling onto one of the beds.
"Uh. Dean..." Sam stood up and scratched the back of his neck.
"Yeah?" he mumbled into the pillow. Sam thought for a moment whether to tell him or not that it was his bed. The one he had had sex on less then an hour ago. He decided against it. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
"Never mind," Sam shrugged.
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"Dean. There's been another attack," Sam nudged Dean's leg as he walked across the room to get ready.
"Huh? What?" Dean lifted his head and looked around the room, scrubbing a hand over his face.
"A girl was found trampled and drowned in the river running through town," Sam explained and put on his tie to his fed suit.
"What time is it?" Dean asked and sat up before shrugging off the clothes he had slept in and got into his own fed suit.
"6 am," Sam said shortly,
"Come on," he nudged Dean's shoulder this time to get him moving. Dean put his jacket as they left.
"So she was trampled to death? Then drowned? By what?" Sam asked the young police officer that met them at the scene of the crime.
"Well," the officer - Jake Barnes, bit his bottom lip and looked at his notebook again,
"Evidence says horse, but there's no sign of the horse leaving or coming."
"A horse?" Dean looked skeptical at the police officer. Last time he checked horses wasn't the most blood thirsty animal out there.
"Yeah. Though the hoof prints shows no sign of the animal wearing shoes so it can be something else similar to a horse," he said.
"Shoes?" Dean whispered to Sam.
"Horse shoes," Sam said since it really was the most obvious thing in the world.
"We haven't ruled out an accident though. We are searching the river up and down in case the animal might have been taken by the water," the officer told them.
"Alright. Keep us updated," Dean handed the officer his card. Once they were done speaking with the officer they headed over to the stretcher about to be loaded into an ambulance.
"FBI, this is our victim?" Dean asked while holding out his badge beside Sam's.
"Christy Thumpher," the medics told them and opened the black body bag to see the girl for themselves. The boys tilted their heads at the same time and after studying the body for a few seconds they nodded to the paramedics to let them know they could take the body away.
"Okay that would be one hell of an accident," Dean looked up at Sam as they walked.
"Those wounds were intentional," Sam said calmly,
"Maybe we're dealing with Pegasus," he shrugged, amused look on his face.
"Who?" Dean frowned.
"In Greek mythology there was a winged horse called Pegasus," he explained casually. Dean just stopped by the Impala and chuckled,
"A flying horse? Come on man. I know they said there wasn't any sign of the horse leaving the river, but that's a bit weird."
"Says the guy that was Tinkerbell's punching bag just a week ago," Sam raised an eyebrow, cheeky smile on his face. Dean was about to argue that, but decided against it. He had a point.
"Still, we should figure out if there's any horses missing and if perhaps it was the victim's own animal," Dean told him and Sam luckily nodded in agreement.
"Why don't you check out the nearby stables. I'll talk to the victim's family and friends," Sam offered as he got into the car.
"Alright. Breakfast first though. Most important meal of the day," Dean winked and steered the Impala onto the street.
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"That's impossible," the older sister of the victim said, drying her wet cheeks,
"Christy was afraid of horses. She didn't own any horse nor would she even get close to one."
Sam nodded and studied the woman. She had been honest all along. Why couldn't everyone be like that?
"You said the last time you saw your sister was last night near midnight?" Sam asked and the woman just nodded, sniffing and looked at her feet. He frowned at that,
"What was she doing outside at that time?"
"She might have been a bit... pissed off," she explained, looking up at the fed nervously.
"And why is that?" he asked as he looked at a photo of the victim with her sister - the girls hugging in the photo with a dog between them.
"She came in and caught her boyfriend trying to hit on me," she grimaced at the thought,
"I tried to convince her that the little twit thought he had a chance on me and I shot him down. The boy's an asshole anyway. She wouldn't listen of course and left the house."
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After the third stable Dean headed back to the Impala, brushing off his fed suit. One of the horses in the last stable had apparently found it very fascinating and decided to lick it. Now he smelled like the damn horse too. He dug his hand into his pocket when his phone rang,
"Sam, got anything?" he asked casually with a little hint of annoyance as he got in behind the wheel. He listened to what his brother told him, frowning a bit,
"So the girl was terrified of horses, no horses missing and none found in the river..." Dean sighed,
"I'm starting to consider Pegasus here man. What is this anyway? I thought we were dealing with a Chupacabra - not a horse gone wild! Hey! Wild horses!" he shot up at the thought, but his face fell when Sam shot his suggestion down.
"Okay I'll meet you at the motel," Dean agreed, but headed for the store to get them some food first.