09x20 - Closet Chronicles - Part Four: Many Followed His Command
Episode number: 09x20 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Closet Chronicles
Subtitle: Many Followed his Command
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,374
Rating: R
Warnings: language, violence, references to torture
Sam put the pen down as Dean finished the list of names he collected from his nightmare-o-grams. He spoke into his phone, "Are you sure that's all?"
"Isn't that enough?" Dean asked. "Look, we dropped the ball on this back in October or whatever, and we need to figure it out - "
"Dodge and I are onto something," Sam cut him off. "Let me call you back, okay?"
Dodge stared over his shoulder at the list of names: Andrew Hickles, Brian Quincy McKenney, Rasheem Paquette, Keira Douglass, Stella Hermann, Jason Reeve-Breaux, Catherine Yarborough, Abby Geer, Allison Dixon, Frederick Rosenbaum, Sable Cuellar, Hayley Hickman, Vanessa Gossett, Sierra Hatcher, Spencer Bergman, Nicholas Hammonds, Robert Cassidy, Richard O'Malley, Zachary Schulz, Riley Mandel, Honor Craddock.
"Twenty-one," she said.
"Andrew Hickles died back in September," Sam said. "He, uh, tried to kill Dean."
"Okay, that's still twenty names," she said.
"Yeah, and we might get lucky," Sam said. "Your partner's files list eighteen victims. I recognized three names from this list. Even if all the vics were from this same list, we can mix and match, should be able to figure out which two are still alive, possibly get ahead of this thing."
"All right."
"And, uh, I think I had it backwards," Sam admitted.
"What?"
"I thought demonic forces were decimating opposing witches, but Andrew Hickles? He was one of the witches that was pulling demons out of Hell through Purgatory."
Dodge replied stiffly, "I take it that's not a metaphor."
"No," Sam said. "It's... a supernatural loophole."
"So you think demonically charged witches are being killed off by some alternative sect?" she asked.
"Yeah, and they're doing a damn good job. I mean, if Dean's dreams stopped because there were no more names, then whoever's behind this vendetta is basically stemming the tide."
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
"I dunno, but I vote we find out before all of them are dead."
"Okay, right, thanks," Dean said. "Which ones?" Dean circled the two names Dodge mentioned: Rasheem Paquette and Sable Cuellar. "You got a beat on either of them?"
Castiel paced irritably.
"Okay, Dodge, Cas can zap us anywhere right now, if you get us a location, we'll go. If it'll get us answers," Dean said into his phone. "Sable Cuellar. That can't be a common name - "
"Do we have a location yet?" Cas asked.
Dean shook his head. He spoke to Cas, "Hold on, she's running - something technical sounding."
"Why are you on the phone with her and not Sam?"
"She's the one who called," Dean said to Cas. He spoke into the phone, "Wait, what? Okay, great. Cas and I will check them out and call you back. Thanks, Dodge."
Dean hung up. "Dude, what's wrong?" he asked the angel.
"Normally you and Sam call each other," Cas replied stiffly.
"Okay, and?"
Cas didn't respond. For a few moments, Dean remained in the dark. "Wait," he said. "You don't think - this, it's not a jealous thing is it?" Dean fumbled.
Cas exhaled slowly. "You didn't trust her very much and now she's calling you. I find it - strange."
"Right, but strange why?"
Castiel did not respond.
"You were the one who told me I have to say things, Cas. Just say whatever it is. I can take it."
"You dated women for all of your adult life," the angel observed. "Maybe if I had a female vessel - "
"Stop, stop," Dean said. "Maybe nothing. It's not your vessel I'm interested in. I mean, it's there, and it's hot, but it's not what's important." Cas didn't seem to accept this. "I don't like Dodge. She's not my type, and she's already slept with Sam. That makes her like a Yeti to me."
"A Yeti?" Castiel asked curiously. "How - "
"It's a figure of speech," Dean explained. "Sometimes, people look different when they do things. Like, a hot chick will call the Impala a piece of junk. Suddenly, she's nothing to me. And every woman who has ever slept with Sam? Instantly less attractive."
"You're just placating me."
"No, that's the truth. Me and Dodge? Nothing to worry about. Okay?"
"Where is this witch?" the angel asked effectively changing topics.
"Dodge has four addresses. Three different Rasheem Paquettes could be our witch, and then exactly one Sable Cuellar. Ready to check'em out partner?" Dean asked.
The angel took his hand, and with a flutter of wings they were gone.
Marie Acevedo waited, chopping at the bit. Dallas really wasn't her style, and her new partner was a by-the-book twerp who questioned her endlessly on Dodge's leads. "How did she know that?" or "Who are her informants?" were daily questions. Acevedo couldn't tell if he was her biggest fan or her worst enemy; either way, she disliked him.
Dodge appeared, looking over the faces at the restaurant. Acevedo waved her over.
"You look great," Acevedo said.
"Thanks, how are you?"
"Working with a new Agent named David Freedman," she replied.
"Is he any good?"
"He's not you," Acevedo replied. "And I need you on this one, Dodge. Whatever's going on... I don't have enough pieces to even guess."
Dodge nodded. "Unfortunately, I can say the same thing. From the evidence, the killer is targeting covens."
"Covens?"
"Groups of witches," Dodge explained. She hedged, "It's likely the killer believes that he has some kind of supernatural power that enables him to overpower and kill multiple people."
"Gotta say, given the state of the bodies, his belief is well-founded," Acevedo said. "You got anything that can give me a lead?"
"Nothing in the way of physical evidence?" Dodge asked, but it was rhetorical. "All I can tell you is this killer is also someone who is into the occult. Possibly someone who knew or had contact with all the victims."
"You mean, across states?"
Dodge shrugged. "Sorry, that's the best I can do - "
"You sure this is one person?"
"Honestly, I hadn't thought about it. You know what they say about a secret kept by three people."
"Only works when the other two are dead," Acevedo finished fondly.
"You might get some traction with those coins," Dodge continued.
"Coins?"
"The ones you found in that bag of horrors, as you called it."
"Right - "
"They're rare. Ancient Akkadian, Ancient Celtic, and Roman Cyrillic, fifteenth century," Dodge said, reciting the list Sam gave her. "Just do me a favor."
"Name it."
"Be careful. This person is the kind of crazy that a badge just doesn't stop."
"Don't worry about that," Acevedo replied. "I'm not alone, and with eighteen bodies, we're looking at several more agents on this case."
Dodge nodded.
"How are you?"
"I, uh, hate being sick," Dodge replied. "I've got a good friend looking out for me."
"Friend?" Acevedo repeated. "Your last 'friend' moved in with you - "
"Yeah, he's that kind of friend. His family's been helping me out. It's kinda weird."
"Well, let me buy you diner," Acevedo said lightly. "And you're gonna tell me all about him."
Sable Cuellar's body was headless and cold. Not just headless, though. Her head had been exploded by spell work of some kind.
"She was a witch," Cas replied mildly. "I can sense it. And I can smell sulfur."
"Damn," Dean mumbled. "It's been a long time since we had to check for sulfur."
The only Rasheem Paquette with an Ashwood Altar in his house had been impaled with several dozen heavy-duty nails. He had clearly been dead for days; the smell alone made that clear. Dean inspected the room, but he couldn't find any trace of a hex bag.
"I don't think this was a spell," the angel said.
"Seriously? The dude is a pincushion."
"Torture," Cas observed. "All the pins are at powerful chakra points in the body. A witch well-versed in spells and body works could have tortured him for days."
"Yeah, but why?" Dean asked. "You sense any EMF or sulfur?"
"No," the angel replied. "Demons were not responsible. At least, not directly."
Something in Castiel's expression made Dean feel nervous.
"Let's get the hell out of here," Dean said.
"You're right. Someone's coming," Cas said. He wrapped his entire body about his hunter before teleporting away.
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Primary Post: 09x20 Closet Chronicles
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Closet Chronicles
Subtitle: Many Followed his Command
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,374
Rating: R
Warnings: language, violence, references to torture
Sam put the pen down as Dean finished the list of names he collected from his nightmare-o-grams. He spoke into his phone, "Are you sure that's all?"
"Isn't that enough?" Dean asked. "Look, we dropped the ball on this back in October or whatever, and we need to figure it out - "
"Dodge and I are onto something," Sam cut him off. "Let me call you back, okay?"
Dodge stared over his shoulder at the list of names: Andrew Hickles, Brian Quincy McKenney, Rasheem Paquette, Keira Douglass, Stella Hermann, Jason Reeve-Breaux, Catherine Yarborough, Abby Geer, Allison Dixon, Frederick Rosenbaum, Sable Cuellar, Hayley Hickman, Vanessa Gossett, Sierra Hatcher, Spencer Bergman, Nicholas Hammonds, Robert Cassidy, Richard O'Malley, Zachary Schulz, Riley Mandel, Honor Craddock.
"Twenty-one," she said.
"Andrew Hickles died back in September," Sam said. "He, uh, tried to kill Dean."
"Okay, that's still twenty names," she said.
"Yeah, and we might get lucky," Sam said. "Your partner's files list eighteen victims. I recognized three names from this list. Even if all the vics were from this same list, we can mix and match, should be able to figure out which two are still alive, possibly get ahead of this thing."
"All right."
"And, uh, I think I had it backwards," Sam admitted.
"What?"
"I thought demonic forces were decimating opposing witches, but Andrew Hickles? He was one of the witches that was pulling demons out of Hell through Purgatory."
Dodge replied stiffly, "I take it that's not a metaphor."
"No," Sam said. "It's... a supernatural loophole."
"So you think demonically charged witches are being killed off by some alternative sect?" she asked.
"Yeah, and they're doing a damn good job. I mean, if Dean's dreams stopped because there were no more names, then whoever's behind this vendetta is basically stemming the tide."
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
"I dunno, but I vote we find out before all of them are dead."
"Okay, right, thanks," Dean said. "Which ones?" Dean circled the two names Dodge mentioned: Rasheem Paquette and Sable Cuellar. "You got a beat on either of them?"
Castiel paced irritably.
"Okay, Dodge, Cas can zap us anywhere right now, if you get us a location, we'll go. If it'll get us answers," Dean said into his phone. "Sable Cuellar. That can't be a common name - "
"Do we have a location yet?" Cas asked.
Dean shook his head. He spoke to Cas, "Hold on, she's running - something technical sounding."
"Why are you on the phone with her and not Sam?"
"She's the one who called," Dean said to Cas. He spoke into the phone, "Wait, what? Okay, great. Cas and I will check them out and call you back. Thanks, Dodge."
Dean hung up. "Dude, what's wrong?" he asked the angel.
"Normally you and Sam call each other," Cas replied stiffly.
"Okay, and?"
Cas didn't respond. For a few moments, Dean remained in the dark. "Wait," he said. "You don't think - this, it's not a jealous thing is it?" Dean fumbled.
Cas exhaled slowly. "You didn't trust her very much and now she's calling you. I find it - strange."
"Right, but strange why?"
Castiel did not respond.
"You were the one who told me I have to say things, Cas. Just say whatever it is. I can take it."
"You dated women for all of your adult life," the angel observed. "Maybe if I had a female vessel - "
"Stop, stop," Dean said. "Maybe nothing. It's not your vessel I'm interested in. I mean, it's there, and it's hot, but it's not what's important." Cas didn't seem to accept this. "I don't like Dodge. She's not my type, and she's already slept with Sam. That makes her like a Yeti to me."
"A Yeti?" Castiel asked curiously. "How - "
"It's a figure of speech," Dean explained. "Sometimes, people look different when they do things. Like, a hot chick will call the Impala a piece of junk. Suddenly, she's nothing to me. And every woman who has ever slept with Sam? Instantly less attractive."
"You're just placating me."
"No, that's the truth. Me and Dodge? Nothing to worry about. Okay?"
"Where is this witch?" the angel asked effectively changing topics.
"Dodge has four addresses. Three different Rasheem Paquettes could be our witch, and then exactly one Sable Cuellar. Ready to check'em out partner?" Dean asked.
The angel took his hand, and with a flutter of wings they were gone.
Marie Acevedo waited, chopping at the bit. Dallas really wasn't her style, and her new partner was a by-the-book twerp who questioned her endlessly on Dodge's leads. "How did she know that?" or "Who are her informants?" were daily questions. Acevedo couldn't tell if he was her biggest fan or her worst enemy; either way, she disliked him.
Dodge appeared, looking over the faces at the restaurant. Acevedo waved her over.
"You look great," Acevedo said.
"Thanks, how are you?"
"Working with a new Agent named David Freedman," she replied.
"Is he any good?"
"He's not you," Acevedo replied. "And I need you on this one, Dodge. Whatever's going on... I don't have enough pieces to even guess."
Dodge nodded. "Unfortunately, I can say the same thing. From the evidence, the killer is targeting covens."
"Covens?"
"Groups of witches," Dodge explained. She hedged, "It's likely the killer believes that he has some kind of supernatural power that enables him to overpower and kill multiple people."
"Gotta say, given the state of the bodies, his belief is well-founded," Acevedo said. "You got anything that can give me a lead?"
"Nothing in the way of physical evidence?" Dodge asked, but it was rhetorical. "All I can tell you is this killer is also someone who is into the occult. Possibly someone who knew or had contact with all the victims."
"You mean, across states?"
Dodge shrugged. "Sorry, that's the best I can do - "
"You sure this is one person?"
"Honestly, I hadn't thought about it. You know what they say about a secret kept by three people."
"Only works when the other two are dead," Acevedo finished fondly.
"You might get some traction with those coins," Dodge continued.
"Coins?"
"The ones you found in that bag of horrors, as you called it."
"Right - "
"They're rare. Ancient Akkadian, Ancient Celtic, and Roman Cyrillic, fifteenth century," Dodge said, reciting the list Sam gave her. "Just do me a favor."
"Name it."
"Be careful. This person is the kind of crazy that a badge just doesn't stop."
"Don't worry about that," Acevedo replied. "I'm not alone, and with eighteen bodies, we're looking at several more agents on this case."
Dodge nodded.
"How are you?"
"I, uh, hate being sick," Dodge replied. "I've got a good friend looking out for me."
"Friend?" Acevedo repeated. "Your last 'friend' moved in with you - "
"Yeah, he's that kind of friend. His family's been helping me out. It's kinda weird."
"Well, let me buy you diner," Acevedo said lightly. "And you're gonna tell me all about him."
Sable Cuellar's body was headless and cold. Not just headless, though. Her head had been exploded by spell work of some kind.
"She was a witch," Cas replied mildly. "I can sense it. And I can smell sulfur."
"Damn," Dean mumbled. "It's been a long time since we had to check for sulfur."
The only Rasheem Paquette with an Ashwood Altar in his house had been impaled with several dozen heavy-duty nails. He had clearly been dead for days; the smell alone made that clear. Dean inspected the room, but he couldn't find any trace of a hex bag.
"I don't think this was a spell," the angel said.
"Seriously? The dude is a pincushion."
"Torture," Cas observed. "All the pins are at powerful chakra points in the body. A witch well-versed in spells and body works could have tortured him for days."
"Yeah, but why?" Dean asked. "You sense any EMF or sulfur?"
"No," the angel replied. "Demons were not responsible. At least, not directly."
Something in Castiel's expression made Dean feel nervous.
"Let's get the hell out of here," Dean said.
"You're right. Someone's coming," Cas said. He wrapped his entire body about his hunter before teleporting away.
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