09x16 - Boogie Man - Part Three: Croquemitaine
Episode Number: 09x16 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Boogie Man
Subtitle: Croquemitaine
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,779
Spoilers: Through episode 08x20 "Pac Man Fever"
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, language, drugs
Dean returned to the motel room with breakfast. He missed Sam, not just because he usually got up first to get the food, but also because Dean hated being the polite and pleasant partner.
"Cas," he said, "I got food."
"I don't need to eat."
"Bacon and eggs," Dean pressed. "Come on, Cas, you like this."
"I was thinking about what you said," Cas replied, "and I believe I understand what you mean. About the witch's spell."
"You think maybe something's still going?"
"I think that it would be nice to believe that burning a hex bag would solve my concerns," Cas said quietly. "And entertaining that fantasy was nice. To believe that Lucifer isn't back and that a spell made me believe so. But I know better. And you should, too, Dean."
"You wanna tell me then why you were comatose for two days?"
"He told me he would make a binding promise in exchange for my Grace," Cas said. "Not to harm you or Sam."
"And the rest of the world? What about them?"
"Part of me doesn't care," Cas replied. "Not anymore."
Dean suddenly understood. "Cas, you're not the first person to feel that way."
"Maybe not, but I am the first angel."
Dean clapped his hand on the angel's shoulder. "No, you're not. Come on, you know that." He waited, but Cas didn't respond. "Look, either you can beat yourself up for the way you feel, or you can beat whatever freak is ganking people in this city."
"That is an odd dichotomy."
"Shut up and eat your food before I do."
Lebanon, Kansas. Kevin sat at the kitchen table, happy for a few minutes. The Bunker was a hundred times better than Garth's safe house boat, but it wasn't the same as a dorm room or his mom's house.
Living with three young hunters and his mom was a strange arrangement, but it had become home. Every weekend, he'd walk in the front door to find the house teeming with people. When he was younger, it had just been the two of them, but now his family was Jo, Aiden, Krissy, even the Winchesters and Castiel, though they were more like the odd uncles than siblings.
Sometimes the house felt crowded, but for the most part, it made him feel connected. He wasn't some prophet stuck in the desert, apart from humanity reading some rocks.
And now that he's had a real taste of that, one that was safe and comforting and prepared, Kevin wouldn't let it go. Jo and Aiden knew how to fight, and Krissy was practically a full-on hunter.
The Prophet made up his mind. No matter what it took, he would wrest a future for himself and his family.
Sam Winchester ducked into the kitchen, bleary-eyed and with odd hair.
"Morning," Sam said.
"Dean and Cas aren't here?" Kevin asked.
"No, Dean dragged him out on some case in New Mexico trying to get him to function again."
"Uhm, is that a gay thing?" Kevin asked. "I don't mean that in a bad way - "
"What? No, no, it's not a relationship thing," Sam said. Had he not been so groggy, he would have flushed. "Cas got depressed after bumping into Lucifer."
"Understandable, meeting Satan would make me wanna hide," Kevin replied. "Did it work?"
"I guess so, Dean called me asking for research," Sam said. "But damned if I don't have my coffee first."
"Let me help," Kevin said. "I can start now."
"You don't have to - "
"I am stuck here until Hell freezes over, or you guys fill the sink hole, or whatever," Kevin replied, using his wit to mask his frustration. "So in the meantime, I'm going to do something."
"Right, thanks."
Gallup, New Mexico. Dean and Cas were both hung up in the motel room.
"Agent Rogers," Dean said into his phone. "Uh, sorry, say that one again? Okay."
"Another murder?" Castiel asked.
Dean nodded to the angel as he hung up.
Cas said, "That fits with the pattern of a bogey."
"Uh, Cas, this time the guy left the head, hands, and feet on display. Outside a nightclub."
"Monsters are classified as bogeys when they are used as warnings," Cas replied. "This one is more overt than usual."
"You wanna get Sam on the phone, talk with him about it? He's back at the home base, can do some research for us."
"Is there a reason you don't want to do it?"
"You speak better nerd than me," Dean replied with a bit of a flourish. "Come on, pack it in, we've gotta crime scene to go to."
"Okay, Cas, slow down," Sam said. "Head, hands, feet, great. And you think this thing is eating them, right? I mean, what else would you do with all that?"
"I found something," Kevin said. "Called a Hagondes."
"Kev's asking about a Hagondes. Says here it's a cannibalistic - " Sam paused for a moment. He finished as calmly as he could. "Clown."
"I believe Hagondes only attack children, and they don't transform into black dogs," Cas said.
"Black dogs?" Sam asked. "You sure it's the same thing? Black dogs are usually omens."
"We know at least one victim followed the dog, likely to his death," Cas replied. "I don't think this is a spirit. It's not a shape shifter or a skin walker. Dean is insistent upon me telling you it is also not a dragon or a werewolf, although I assumed that would be obvious."
"I bet," Sam said. "Okay, good to know it's not a cannibalistic clown."
Kevin said quickly, "I'll start looking for man-eating black dogs that shape shift. Is there anything else?"
"Thanks Cas," Sam said as he hung up. He turned to Kevin, "What do you mean, anything else?"
"Well, animal transformation and eating humans isn't really all the discriminatory in terms of monsters," Kevin said apologetically. "So do we have anything else?"
"It has leftovers, specifically hands, feet, and head."
"Does that mean anything?"
"It's not a wraith, since they drink brain juice. And it's not a Kitsune, they eat pituitary glands."
"Anyone ever tell you this job is really gross?" Kevin said as playfully as possible.
Dean stared up at the remains of the latest victim, which were suspended across the club's neon sign: HALO HALLOWS. His head was between the two words.
"Classy," Dean muttered.
"Dramatic," Castiel said, loud enough for Detective Sommer to pick it up.
"You boys deal with things like this?" Sommer asked.
"Not usually," Cas replied casually.
"What do we got?" Dean asked.
"Nigel Delossantos. Partier."
"Adolescent, habitual drug user," Cas said to Dean, not bothering to keep his voice low.
"What?" Sommer asked.
"Did he go missing in the dark of night?" Cas asked.
"Yeah, he was last seen in his home at midnight," Sommer replied. "You got something? A lead on this?"
"More like a working theory," Dean said.
"Do you have the information file?" the angel asked the detective.
"Sure, this is all we have right now - "
He leafed through the paperwork and stopped on Nigel's home address. "Geolocality is prevalent."
"Sorry, what?" Sommer asked. "Isn't Geo-crap related to earthquakes?"
"He does this," Dean said, pulling Sommer aside. He dropped his voice, "He'll blather stuff for ten minutes, I think I know what he means, then he turns around and tells me something completely different. Best to let him translate his own thoughts."
"Right," Sommer said. "Agents, look, this is the seventh body we know of - "
"You're right," Dean said, "you gotta list of missing persons we should check out?"
"About a dozen, sure," Sommer said. "But doesn't mean it'll do you any good."
"How many've gone missing in the last, say, two weeks?" Dean asked.
"Four. That're still missing?" Sommer said out loud, more of a question to herself, "Two."
"I'll take those files. One more question."
"Really, just one more?"
"Anything else strange going on here lately?" Dean asked. "Weird nine one one calls, odd events - "
Sommer shook her head. "We're not that small a town, Agent. We've got tons of weird crap all the time."
"So, no spike in weird?" Dean asked.
"I'll check."
"Great, thanks," Dean said. Then he added, "What about drugs?"
Sommer let out a sigh of exasperation. "Fine, look, yes, our drug numbers have been a little high lately."
"I'm only asking because the first six victims all had a cocktail of illegal drugs in their system," Dean said. "Maybe this guy is targeting people who party with the wrong kinda drug."
"What do you think about the missing torso, limbs, and organs?" she asked.
"We're working on that, right now all we've come up with is weird," Dean admitted. "I mean, you don't yank a heart out of someone who's high on meth and amphetamines for an organ transplant."
"Right, of course. Tell you what," Sommer said, "Let me get you the list of dealers and what we've got from the drugs and trafficking - "
"That'd be great, but can you restrict it to club drugs?" Dean asked.
Castiel had pinned a city map to the wall in their motel room and marked several locations. Dean stared at it for a while, but he couldn't figure it out.
"Uh, Cas," he said. "Care to enlighten me?"
"Blue tacs mark the home addresses of the individuals. White tacs mark site last seen, and green marks body recovery."
"What're the red ones?"
"Those are dinners that I believe serve pie," Cas said.
"Only three?"
"Dean, the case."
"Right, you said something about local crap?"
Cas nodded sagely. "Most people disappeared from this club, the Halo Hallow, but Nigel disappeared from his home address, which is half a mile from that same club."
"So our freak is on the prowl in this area," Dean agreed.
"And active only at night, as it seems."
"Okay, so if this is a bogey, something that scares that crap out of people, how does it pick its targets?" Dean asked.
"That rules out a Croquemitaine," Cas replied.
"What? What rules out the croak-ca-mitten?" Dean floundered.
"They are indiscriminate in location. They terrorize all areas of a town that have similar blights. So unless the three other clubs in town are perfectly devoid of the sale and usage of illicit drugs - "
"Trust me, they're not," Dean added by way of commentary.
" - then this isn't a Croquemitaine."
"Cas, what the hell is that?"
"They are akin to Rawheads."
"Ah," Dean said, vaguely aware of taking one down. "Last Rawhead I tangled with, I almost died."
Castiel's Adam's apple dipped dramatically. "You are not allowed to die, Dean."
"Noted."
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Primary Post: 09x16 Boogie Man
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Boogie Man
Subtitle: Croquemitaine
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,779
Spoilers: Through episode 08x20 "Pac Man Fever"
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, language, drugs
Dean returned to the motel room with breakfast. He missed Sam, not just because he usually got up first to get the food, but also because Dean hated being the polite and pleasant partner.
"Cas," he said, "I got food."
"I don't need to eat."
"Bacon and eggs," Dean pressed. "Come on, Cas, you like this."
"I was thinking about what you said," Cas replied, "and I believe I understand what you mean. About the witch's spell."
"You think maybe something's still going?"
"I think that it would be nice to believe that burning a hex bag would solve my concerns," Cas said quietly. "And entertaining that fantasy was nice. To believe that Lucifer isn't back and that a spell made me believe so. But I know better. And you should, too, Dean."
"You wanna tell me then why you were comatose for two days?"
"He told me he would make a binding promise in exchange for my Grace," Cas said. "Not to harm you or Sam."
"And the rest of the world? What about them?"
"Part of me doesn't care," Cas replied. "Not anymore."
Dean suddenly understood. "Cas, you're not the first person to feel that way."
"Maybe not, but I am the first angel."
Dean clapped his hand on the angel's shoulder. "No, you're not. Come on, you know that." He waited, but Cas didn't respond. "Look, either you can beat yourself up for the way you feel, or you can beat whatever freak is ganking people in this city."
"That is an odd dichotomy."
"Shut up and eat your food before I do."
Lebanon, Kansas. Kevin sat at the kitchen table, happy for a few minutes. The Bunker was a hundred times better than Garth's safe house boat, but it wasn't the same as a dorm room or his mom's house.
Living with three young hunters and his mom was a strange arrangement, but it had become home. Every weekend, he'd walk in the front door to find the house teeming with people. When he was younger, it had just been the two of them, but now his family was Jo, Aiden, Krissy, even the Winchesters and Castiel, though they were more like the odd uncles than siblings.
Sometimes the house felt crowded, but for the most part, it made him feel connected. He wasn't some prophet stuck in the desert, apart from humanity reading some rocks.
And now that he's had a real taste of that, one that was safe and comforting and prepared, Kevin wouldn't let it go. Jo and Aiden knew how to fight, and Krissy was practically a full-on hunter.
The Prophet made up his mind. No matter what it took, he would wrest a future for himself and his family.
Sam Winchester ducked into the kitchen, bleary-eyed and with odd hair.
"Morning," Sam said.
"Dean and Cas aren't here?" Kevin asked.
"No, Dean dragged him out on some case in New Mexico trying to get him to function again."
"Uhm, is that a gay thing?" Kevin asked. "I don't mean that in a bad way - "
"What? No, no, it's not a relationship thing," Sam said. Had he not been so groggy, he would have flushed. "Cas got depressed after bumping into Lucifer."
"Understandable, meeting Satan would make me wanna hide," Kevin replied. "Did it work?"
"I guess so, Dean called me asking for research," Sam said. "But damned if I don't have my coffee first."
"Let me help," Kevin said. "I can start now."
"You don't have to - "
"I am stuck here until Hell freezes over, or you guys fill the sink hole, or whatever," Kevin replied, using his wit to mask his frustration. "So in the meantime, I'm going to do something."
"Right, thanks."
Gallup, New Mexico. Dean and Cas were both hung up in the motel room.
"Agent Rogers," Dean said into his phone. "Uh, sorry, say that one again? Okay."
"Another murder?" Castiel asked.
Dean nodded to the angel as he hung up.
Cas said, "That fits with the pattern of a bogey."
"Uh, Cas, this time the guy left the head, hands, and feet on display. Outside a nightclub."
"Monsters are classified as bogeys when they are used as warnings," Cas replied. "This one is more overt than usual."
"You wanna get Sam on the phone, talk with him about it? He's back at the home base, can do some research for us."
"Is there a reason you don't want to do it?"
"You speak better nerd than me," Dean replied with a bit of a flourish. "Come on, pack it in, we've gotta crime scene to go to."
"Okay, Cas, slow down," Sam said. "Head, hands, feet, great. And you think this thing is eating them, right? I mean, what else would you do with all that?"
"I found something," Kevin said. "Called a Hagondes."
"Kev's asking about a Hagondes. Says here it's a cannibalistic - " Sam paused for a moment. He finished as calmly as he could. "Clown."
"I believe Hagondes only attack children, and they don't transform into black dogs," Cas said.
"Black dogs?" Sam asked. "You sure it's the same thing? Black dogs are usually omens."
"We know at least one victim followed the dog, likely to his death," Cas replied. "I don't think this is a spirit. It's not a shape shifter or a skin walker. Dean is insistent upon me telling you it is also not a dragon or a werewolf, although I assumed that would be obvious."
"I bet," Sam said. "Okay, good to know it's not a cannibalistic clown."
Kevin said quickly, "I'll start looking for man-eating black dogs that shape shift. Is there anything else?"
"Thanks Cas," Sam said as he hung up. He turned to Kevin, "What do you mean, anything else?"
"Well, animal transformation and eating humans isn't really all the discriminatory in terms of monsters," Kevin said apologetically. "So do we have anything else?"
"It has leftovers, specifically hands, feet, and head."
"Does that mean anything?"
"It's not a wraith, since they drink brain juice. And it's not a Kitsune, they eat pituitary glands."
"Anyone ever tell you this job is really gross?" Kevin said as playfully as possible.
Dean stared up at the remains of the latest victim, which were suspended across the club's neon sign: HALO HALLOWS. His head was between the two words.
"Classy," Dean muttered.
"Dramatic," Castiel said, loud enough for Detective Sommer to pick it up.
"You boys deal with things like this?" Sommer asked.
"Not usually," Cas replied casually.
"What do we got?" Dean asked.
"Nigel Delossantos. Partier."
"Adolescent, habitual drug user," Cas said to Dean, not bothering to keep his voice low.
"What?" Sommer asked.
"Did he go missing in the dark of night?" Cas asked.
"Yeah, he was last seen in his home at midnight," Sommer replied. "You got something? A lead on this?"
"More like a working theory," Dean said.
"Do you have the information file?" the angel asked the detective.
"Sure, this is all we have right now - "
He leafed through the paperwork and stopped on Nigel's home address. "Geolocality is prevalent."
"Sorry, what?" Sommer asked. "Isn't Geo-crap related to earthquakes?"
"He does this," Dean said, pulling Sommer aside. He dropped his voice, "He'll blather stuff for ten minutes, I think I know what he means, then he turns around and tells me something completely different. Best to let him translate his own thoughts."
"Right," Sommer said. "Agents, look, this is the seventh body we know of - "
"You're right," Dean said, "you gotta list of missing persons we should check out?"
"About a dozen, sure," Sommer said. "But doesn't mean it'll do you any good."
"How many've gone missing in the last, say, two weeks?" Dean asked.
"Four. That're still missing?" Sommer said out loud, more of a question to herself, "Two."
"I'll take those files. One more question."
"Really, just one more?"
"Anything else strange going on here lately?" Dean asked. "Weird nine one one calls, odd events - "
Sommer shook her head. "We're not that small a town, Agent. We've got tons of weird crap all the time."
"So, no spike in weird?" Dean asked.
"I'll check."
"Great, thanks," Dean said. Then he added, "What about drugs?"
Sommer let out a sigh of exasperation. "Fine, look, yes, our drug numbers have been a little high lately."
"I'm only asking because the first six victims all had a cocktail of illegal drugs in their system," Dean said. "Maybe this guy is targeting people who party with the wrong kinda drug."
"What do you think about the missing torso, limbs, and organs?" she asked.
"We're working on that, right now all we've come up with is weird," Dean admitted. "I mean, you don't yank a heart out of someone who's high on meth and amphetamines for an organ transplant."
"Right, of course. Tell you what," Sommer said, "Let me get you the list of dealers and what we've got from the drugs and trafficking - "
"That'd be great, but can you restrict it to club drugs?" Dean asked.
Castiel had pinned a city map to the wall in their motel room and marked several locations. Dean stared at it for a while, but he couldn't figure it out.
"Uh, Cas," he said. "Care to enlighten me?"
"Blue tacs mark the home addresses of the individuals. White tacs mark site last seen, and green marks body recovery."
"What're the red ones?"
"Those are dinners that I believe serve pie," Cas said.
"Only three?"
"Dean, the case."
"Right, you said something about local crap?"
Cas nodded sagely. "Most people disappeared from this club, the Halo Hallow, but Nigel disappeared from his home address, which is half a mile from that same club."
"So our freak is on the prowl in this area," Dean agreed.
"And active only at night, as it seems."
"Okay, so if this is a bogey, something that scares that crap out of people, how does it pick its targets?" Dean asked.
"That rules out a Croquemitaine," Cas replied.
"What? What rules out the croak-ca-mitten?" Dean floundered.
"They are indiscriminate in location. They terrorize all areas of a town that have similar blights. So unless the three other clubs in town are perfectly devoid of the sale and usage of illicit drugs - "
"Trust me, they're not," Dean added by way of commentary.
" - then this isn't a Croquemitaine."
"Cas, what the hell is that?"
"They are akin to Rawheads."
"Ah," Dean said, vaguely aware of taking one down. "Last Rawhead I tangled with, I almost died."
Castiel's Adam's apple dipped dramatically. "You are not allowed to die, Dean."
"Noted."
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