Fic: There's Something in the Dark (6/?)
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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6.
Great. A victim with a connection to them was always a bump in the road, but nothing they couldn't handle. Though Dean would have tried to stay out of it if it wasn't for the note in the victim's hand.
"My partner got hurt last night when we patrolled," Dean explained to Officer Barnes,
"I called for the nearest Doctor," he said and let his eyes wander down to the poor woman under the covers,
"She left for at least four hours ago. I haven't heard a single thing and I'm a light sleeper."
Officer Barnes frowned, but nodded,
"What about your partner? Maybe he heard anything?"
"He's unconscious. Been since she left," Dean told him, tilting his head slightly in his room's direction.
"Is he okay?" the officer asked, forehead furrowing in worry.
"Yeah. He's on painkillers. Knocks him right out," Dean brushed off, breathing out in relief when he saw the ambulance arrive to take away the body.
"Okay, I should help them, but I'll contact you if we need anything from you," Officer Barnes said and Dean nodded in agreement. He moved back to the room and watched on as the officers and paramedics moved the body parts as well as keeping the few spectators away.
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It felt wrong to sit at the motel room and research while people was getting killed out there, but Sam was healing in bed and there was no way he was leaving him alone. It had been four hours since he spoke to Officer Barnes and he expected a call from him at any time. So what else could he do then to research and try to find out what the hell was happening in this town? He was pretty sure it was the Kelpie they had dealt with, but whether that threat was over or not he had no idea. Neither what to do with it since it wasn't possible to kill it. It had backed off though. Maybe it was over?
The Chupacabra was still yet to be seen, but he was pretty sure about that one. That didn't explain the morbid murder right outside their door though. The Chupacabra's killings were pretty brutal, but not like that. Instead of leaving a bloody corpse it would drink up all the blood it could. The kelpie killed by drowning it's victim or using it's hooves if necessary. Dr. Sheltzer hadn't been attacked by any animal though. Her arm had been cut clean off, not ripped off.
"If you try to think any harder your brain's gonna leak our of your ears," Sam's voice reached his ears and Dean looked up to see Sam in bed, looking at him, slightly confused.
"There's been another death. Right outside our door," Dean explained, watching as Sam slowly sat up in bed, bringing his feet over the side of the bed.
"Really? Kelpie tried to finish off the job?" Sam asked and stood up, waving his hand in Dean's direction to let him know he could handle himself. He peeked through the curtains and saw various crime scene investigators and the bloody ground.
"No. It's the Doctor from last night. Something cut her in pieces. So not the kelpie or a Chupacabra," Dean explained, leaning heavily on his hand.
Sam just shrugged at the news and shuffled to the bathroom, hand on his bandaged ribs. When he returned he had found a new pair of pants, but winced in pain when he tried to bend down and find a shirt.
"Let me," Dean helped Sam sit down carefully on the bed while he found him a button up shirt that wouldn't require a whole lot of arm flailing.
"Thanks," Sam said quietly, probably not even catching himself saying it before standing back up to get himself a cup of water while Dean sat back down at the table. There was a knock on the door and before Dean could go get it, Sam was there and opened it.
"Agent Donahue? Agent Kinley?" a man they hadn't met yet stood there, looking between Sam and Dean.
"I'm Donahue," Sam said and held his hand out and shook the man's hand.
"Good to finally meet you, agents. I'm Sheriff Duke," he introduced himself,
"May we come in?"
Sam stepped aside and let them and in as well as Officer Barnes.
"I heard you were injured on job last night?" the sheriff asked and turned to look at Sam as the door was closed after them.
"Uhm. Yeah. Just woke up," Sam coughed and quickly buttoned his shirt a little to look a little more presentable. Though his hair was a lost cause,
"I'm fine. Some broken ribs and bruises."
"What's those?" the sheriff nodded at the scratches still visible on Sam's chest.
"Scratches?" Sam lifted an eyebrow questionably, then realized what he was getting at,
"It's not from the victim if that's what you're trying to say. I believe there's surveillance camera at this motel if you need proof that she left the room in one piece."
"Yeah we're checking them at the police station at the moment," the sheriff relaxed a little.
"Thank you. There's no need to go into my personal life here is there?" Sam smiled innocently and Dean rolled his eyes. He did know how to pull off the puppy eyes though. To that the sheriff and the officer shook their heads eagerly.
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Somehow Dean convinced Sam that they should stay in the motel until they knew some more and Sam got more rest. The sheriff had asked them out about what they thought were going on and if they had heard anything last night. All they could do was lie really. About the deaths anyway. That the other deaths were possibly animal attacks, but that they were unsure about Dr. Sheltzer.
Early evening Dean decided to take Sam with him to the hospital now that he was able to walk on his own. Of course his brother wasn't one to be ordered around. Not this one. So he spent at least an hour feeling his anger boil in him until Sam came along just to shut him up.
"The Sam you know might be weak as a kitten, but me - I'm fine now," Sam reminded Dean from where he was laying on a bed at the hospital, shirtless and the bandage off for a doctor to check out his chest. Before Dean could respond from where he was sitting in one of the hospital chairs, looking uninterested through a magazine, the doctor returned.
"You said you had to do CPR?" the doctor asked, looking rather worried when Dean nodded,
"You should have called the Ambulance at the scene. The success rate for CPR is only 30% so it's important to have him checked," the doctor reminded them.
"That's why we're here doctor," Dean said, trying to be patient. The rest of the check up went pretty painful, but Sam would never admit that. This doctor came to the conclusion that Sam in fact had five broken ribs and some was most likely caused by Dean during the CPR. But he would heal just like Sam claimed all along. So there was nothing else to do but head back to the motel room.
"The creatures might be connected," Sam suggested while scrolling down his laptop. He was propped up in bed and laptop on his lap while Dean headdesked the table back safe and sound at the motel.
"How?" Dean asked tiredly.
"I don't know man, but so many different creatures in one place? Seems kinda fishy. So maybe there is something out there controlling them?" he shrugged,
"It's all I can think of anyway since there's hardly anything useful to find in the archives or history books or old newspapers or anything!" he closed the laptop and sunk further into bed.
"So we look for someone suspicious. Possibly take a closer look on every victim to see if anyone might have done some kind of ritual to call on some kind of ..." Dean thew his arms in the air and stood up,
"Can be anything really." He picked up one of Sam's bottles of painkillers and handed them to his brother, who in return accepted them and picked up a bottle of whiskey.
"Hey, what you think you're doing?" he asked, trying to snag the bottle away without success.
"Gotta use the good stuff to knock me out good these days remember?" Sam winked cheerfully.
"Alcohol and pills, Sam? Seriously?" Dean groaned annoyed and sat down on his own bed opposite Sam.
"Good thing you can CPR then huh?" Sam cracked a joke and downed the pills with whiskey. Dean didn't answer.
"Anyway we check out the victims tomorrow, maybe try to find someone suspicious in town?" Sam questioned and Dean nodded his agreement to that plan.