09x19 - Inject the Venom - Part One: Heart and Hope
Episode number: 09x19 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Inject the Venom
Subtitle: Heart and Hope
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 913
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: violence, language, undead
Clayton, Delaware. It was ten at night. There must be something wrong. Esther knew it because Joshua didn't call, and he never failed to pick up the phone. Not once in fourteen years of marriage.
"Sorry ma'am," the police officer said, "but until he's gone for twenty-four hours, there's nothing we can do."
"You don't understand," Esther said, "he always communicates where he is. The only reason he wouldn't is if something happened - "
"Ma'am," the police officer interrupted. "You can file a report if he doesn't turn up in the next eighteen hours. I'm sorry."
With that, the police left. Ester dug through her husband's contacts, desperate for anyone who could help her. She finally came across a secondary schedule with a completely different list of contacts. One of them was labeled FOR UNEXPECTED EMERGENCIES.
Esther took the phone and dialed out.
"Hello?" a man's voice said.
"Is this Aaron? Aaron Bass?"
"Who am I speaking to?"
"My name is Esther Cassirer," she said. "My husband, Josh Cassirer, is missing, and - please tell me you can help me."
"Okay, Esther. Tell me what's going on - "
But Esther wasn't listening to him. The back door creaked once, then twice, and a third time, as if left ajar. She turned her head and saw -
"He's here," she said to herself, but her mouth was still over the phone.
"Who? Who is there?" Aaron asked.
Three men in dark suits lurched towards her. She recognized all of them, but something about how they sauntered moved, or maybe how they stared, it was as if they were sleepwalking.
Vaguely aware of Aaron's question, she said, "All of them - all the missing - "
She didn't finish her sentence. One of the men struck her with one of the iron pokers from the fireplace.
"Esther? Can you hear me?" Aaron asked as her screams came across the wire. "Esther! Esther?"
Lebanon, Kansas. Once upon a time, Kevin Tran lived with the two most astounding hunters in history. They hacked, slashed, impaled, and incinerated any supernatural threat in their way. Now he spent his days looking for cases in old hunter's journals or on the internet while the Winchesters immersed themselves in pure domesticity.
Kevin realized that it wasn't fair to judge them for taking some personal time to be happy. He'd certainly done it himself, but the sight of Dean in his "Kiss the Chef" apron or Sam decked out in cleaning gear made the Prophet feel like the fifth wheel of a bad comedy show.
"You look unhappy," Dodge remarked as she sat down at the breakfast table with him.
"Why are you called Dodge?" Kevin asked. "I mean, it's a nickname, right?"
"Yeah," she laughed. "You know how people say things like, 'Danger is my middle name?' Well, when I was a kid, I was really good at Dodgeball. It was my favorite game, actually, I wanted to play it all the time. But I was like four at the time, so I didn't quite get it right. I kept saying, 'Dodge is my name' instead of 'middle name.' And, it kind of stuck."
"Huh."
"What?"
"I guess I thought, an FBI Agent with the name Dodge, that's gotta be a story about dodging bullets or fire or something."
Dodge laughed. "I've been shot. Twice. So I'd be 'Target' if my nickname came from the FBI."
Kevin smiled.
"What're you up to?" she asked over her cereal.
"Well, since I've gotta hide out here, I'm trying to figure out the new forces at play. Maybe figure out what's going on."
"Really? How?"
"Mostly, just looking for cases," Kevin replied sadly.
"You sound glum," Dodge said. "How about I hook you into my system? Of course, you'll have to promise not to use this information for anything else."
"Like what?"
"Organized crime," she replied. "That kind of thing."
"Scout's honor."
"Okay, I've set up a special filter on a series of alerts related to crime reports. Sam keeps telling me it's not precise. Lots of non-supernatural cases wind up there because the case report is incomplete or because the guy who filed it used spooky words."
"Hey, if it's something that can show me current crime reports, I'm in," Kevin said. He hadn't been this excited in weeks.
Dodge gave Kevin her laptop, which boasted the name SPOOKY.
"Spooky?" he asked.
"My personal laptop," she explained. "I had to find a way to keep it separate from my work. Spooky was Fox Mulder's nickname on the X-Files. Figured that'd be good."
"Okay, how does this work?"
After a few minutes of dabbling, a new alert came through. FOUR PEOPLE FOUND DEAD IN CLAYTON, DELAWARE.
"Hey," Kevin said as he opened it. "Looks like they found four bodies, shipped them off to the morgue. Then three of the bodies vanished and the coroner and one assistant were badly injured."
"Yeah, that one came through because of vanishing bodies, but it's probably just someone stealing cadavers. Maybe trying to get rid of evidence," Dodge said. "Probably not zombies."
"Normally I would agree, but this report says the coroner and the assistant were attacked by two of the John Does after they were presumed dead."
"There could- "
"After they had compelted the autopsies. So if it was some kind of equipment failure, or weird tetrodotoxin thing, they'd still be dead from the medical examiner cutting them open."
"So, zombies?" Dodge asked. "Really? Or just creepy good body snatchers?"
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Title: Inject the Venom
Subtitle: Heart and Hope
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 913
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: violence, language, undead
Clayton, Delaware. It was ten at night. There must be something wrong. Esther knew it because Joshua didn't call, and he never failed to pick up the phone. Not once in fourteen years of marriage.
"Sorry ma'am," the police officer said, "but until he's gone for twenty-four hours, there's nothing we can do."
"You don't understand," Esther said, "he always communicates where he is. The only reason he wouldn't is if something happened - "
"Ma'am," the police officer interrupted. "You can file a report if he doesn't turn up in the next eighteen hours. I'm sorry."
With that, the police left. Ester dug through her husband's contacts, desperate for anyone who could help her. She finally came across a secondary schedule with a completely different list of contacts. One of them was labeled FOR UNEXPECTED EMERGENCIES.
Esther took the phone and dialed out.
"Hello?" a man's voice said.
"Is this Aaron? Aaron Bass?"
"Who am I speaking to?"
"My name is Esther Cassirer," she said. "My husband, Josh Cassirer, is missing, and - please tell me you can help me."
"Okay, Esther. Tell me what's going on - "
But Esther wasn't listening to him. The back door creaked once, then twice, and a third time, as if left ajar. She turned her head and saw -
"He's here," she said to herself, but her mouth was still over the phone.
"Who? Who is there?" Aaron asked.
Three men in dark suits lurched towards her. She recognized all of them, but something about how they sauntered moved, or maybe how they stared, it was as if they were sleepwalking.
Vaguely aware of Aaron's question, she said, "All of them - all the missing - "
She didn't finish her sentence. One of the men struck her with one of the iron pokers from the fireplace.
"Esther? Can you hear me?" Aaron asked as her screams came across the wire. "Esther! Esther?"
Lebanon, Kansas. Once upon a time, Kevin Tran lived with the two most astounding hunters in history. They hacked, slashed, impaled, and incinerated any supernatural threat in their way. Now he spent his days looking for cases in old hunter's journals or on the internet while the Winchesters immersed themselves in pure domesticity.
Kevin realized that it wasn't fair to judge them for taking some personal time to be happy. He'd certainly done it himself, but the sight of Dean in his "Kiss the Chef" apron or Sam decked out in cleaning gear made the Prophet feel like the fifth wheel of a bad comedy show.
"You look unhappy," Dodge remarked as she sat down at the breakfast table with him.
"Why are you called Dodge?" Kevin asked. "I mean, it's a nickname, right?"
"Yeah," she laughed. "You know how people say things like, 'Danger is my middle name?' Well, when I was a kid, I was really good at Dodgeball. It was my favorite game, actually, I wanted to play it all the time. But I was like four at the time, so I didn't quite get it right. I kept saying, 'Dodge is my name' instead of 'middle name.' And, it kind of stuck."
"Huh."
"What?"
"I guess I thought, an FBI Agent with the name Dodge, that's gotta be a story about dodging bullets or fire or something."
Dodge laughed. "I've been shot. Twice. So I'd be 'Target' if my nickname came from the FBI."
Kevin smiled.
"What're you up to?" she asked over her cereal.
"Well, since I've gotta hide out here, I'm trying to figure out the new forces at play. Maybe figure out what's going on."
"Really? How?"
"Mostly, just looking for cases," Kevin replied sadly.
"You sound glum," Dodge said. "How about I hook you into my system? Of course, you'll have to promise not to use this information for anything else."
"Like what?"
"Organized crime," she replied. "That kind of thing."
"Scout's honor."
"Okay, I've set up a special filter on a series of alerts related to crime reports. Sam keeps telling me it's not precise. Lots of non-supernatural cases wind up there because the case report is incomplete or because the guy who filed it used spooky words."
"Hey, if it's something that can show me current crime reports, I'm in," Kevin said. He hadn't been this excited in weeks.
Dodge gave Kevin her laptop, which boasted the name SPOOKY.
"Spooky?" he asked.
"My personal laptop," she explained. "I had to find a way to keep it separate from my work. Spooky was Fox Mulder's nickname on the X-Files. Figured that'd be good."
"Okay, how does this work?"
After a few minutes of dabbling, a new alert came through. FOUR PEOPLE FOUND DEAD IN CLAYTON, DELAWARE.
"Hey," Kevin said as he opened it. "Looks like they found four bodies, shipped them off to the morgue. Then three of the bodies vanished and the coroner and one assistant were badly injured."
"Yeah, that one came through because of vanishing bodies, but it's probably just someone stealing cadavers. Maybe trying to get rid of evidence," Dodge said. "Probably not zombies."
"Normally I would agree, but this report says the coroner and the assistant were attacked by two of the John Does after they were presumed dead."
"There could- "
"After they had compelted the autopsies. So if it was some kind of equipment failure, or weird tetrodotoxin thing, they'd still be dead from the medical examiner cutting them open."
"So, zombies?" Dodge asked. "Really? Or just creepy good body snatchers?"
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