09x21 - The Montage Jack - Part Three: Trip Threes
Episode number: 09x21 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: The Montage Jack
Subtitle: Trip Threes
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 2,983
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, language
Piedmont, Alabama. Castiel looked damn good in a suit.
Dean knew he should be focused on this case, but his mind kept wandering back to Cas, their bedroom, and the last few nights. Having never been with someone more than a few months, he hadn't experienced this stage. He had been under the impression that the honeymoon phase was the euphoric, sex-tastic time frame for all relationships, and that was it. He never thought there were times when the exhilaration and - for lack of a better word - bliss revved up again, twice as strong.
"Dean?" Cas asked quietly.
"Sorry, what?"
"When I do that, you tell me it is 'creepy,'" Cas pointed out in regards to his staring.
"Right, sorry," Dean said.
"And Krissy and Aiden are here," Cas added.
Dean spun around to see two of the Hunter 'Tweens dressed completely out of character. Aiden wore a stuffy, almost preppy-looking outfit of dress shirt and pants that fit him awkwardly. He even wore a solid-color, boring tie. Krissy had on a formal, conservative dress.
"Hey - who are you?" Dean stumbled at the sight of them.
"Robert Minot," Aiden replied. "And this is my sister - "
"Helena Minot," Krissy said.
"Oh-kay. Weird," Dean acknowledged.
"I believe those are their cover identities," Cas explained. "And their attire is such that they seem to be older - "
"Cas, I know," Dean cut him off. "Garth told me if we came out here, you'd vamoose."
Krissy shook her head. "Only agreed to that because you're too annoying to deal with."
"Seriously - " Dean began.
Aiden cut him off, "Dude, we want to get back to Linda, okay? We made a promise to Kevin, we're gonna keep it."
"To that end," Cas said. "I brought you this."
He handed off a beautiful wooden box. Krissy opened it to reveal various pendants and necklaces, all of which warded off possession.
"Is this part of your 'you're not old enough to get ink' thing, Dean?" Krissy asked.
Dean smiled. "Actually, not my idea, but I'm glad it rides in the same waves."
"Couples wind up looking and acting like each other," Aiden commented.
"And don't you forget it!" Dean replied, shutting down his snide comment with pride. Why shouldn't he and Cas become more similar?
"I believe we came to this odd garage for a reason," Cas said blandly.
"Right," Krissy said. "You need to see this."
She led them over to the area marked off by police tape. She pointed up.
"What are we looking at?" Dean asked.
"I believe those are Devil's Traps," Cas remarked quietly.
"Sulfur was all along there and there," Aiden pointed.
An officer approached them. "Agents Stills and Roberts, these people aren't authorized to be here."
Dean stepped out and looked the officer in the eye. "These two individuals are with us. They're - special consultants with the FBI."
"I need some ID - "
Dean leaned in and said, "They're aspiring FBI Agents. Crazy brains, backgrounds in forensics. They can bust this case wide open, but the one thing they don't have - is an ID you're allowed to remember. So how about we skip that part and get back to work?"
The officer ran his eyes over the two younger people with the agents, and while Krissy and Aiden didn't look a day over eighteen in good light, the Minot siblings seemed older, more mature. The guy bought it.
"Fine, but get them out of here ASAP."
"Thank you, will-do."
Dean returned to Krissy and Cas's conversation about the location of the Devil's Traps.
"They must have been very aware of their routine," Cas said. "To place them so specifically and catch both of them."
"So this is legit?" Dean asked. "I mean, a legit, old-school possession?"
"Well, the bodies in the morgue were definitely human," Aiden said. "Barring all the black goo inside them."
"Okay, so Levi-on-demon action," Dean said. "Maybe we should send the Levi's a fruit basket."
"Dean," Krissy said. "This is serious. These aren't the first people to die because of demon possession in this area. The others had subtler deaths, but all of them are scientists, and we're guessing the demons picked them for specific information."
"Okay, first of all, you're gonna hand over all those names," Dean said. "And second of all, how did you - ?"
"Hacked into the coroner's system," Aiden cut him off. "It's actually not that hard when no one thinks anyone's looking."
The cluster of Feds attracted the attention of more officers, and Dean realized they needed to get things moving. The hunter waved the others toward the Impala, and they managed to drift off without any other Nosy Nellies asking questions.
As soon as they drove off, Cas spoke up, "There are new developments that you should be aware of."
Dean cut in, "No, Cas, com'on - "
"Dean, they need to know," he said. He turned around to face Krissy in Aiden in the back seat. "You are aware of Paimon?"
"Bad guy, we're hiding from him," Aiden remarked dryly. "For months now."
"He is under the employ of Lucifer."
"Lucifer?" Krissy asked. "You mean like - Satan?"
"Yep," Dean added flippantly.
"Lucifer and Paimon are marshaling forces against Therion and the Leviathan," Cas said.
"So, gearing up for war?" Aiden asked.
"Yes."
"What does that mean?" Aiden asked.
"It means," Dean said from the driver's seat. "Watch your asses. Protect each other. And - call for help if you need it."
Dusk. As the sunset over a beautiful playground, its distinctive decorations threw slightly creepy, yet oddly alluring, shadows. "Welcome to the Oasis of Guymon, Oklahoma" claimed a nearby sign. A young man looked up to his mother, annoyed and bitter in his teenage years.
The darkness became absolute, and screams became the wind - and when light reappeared in the universe, the woman was dead, and the boy was trapped in a cage of bone.
Dodge gasped for air. Her face was covered with sweat and her stomach churned.
"Hey, hey," Sam said. "Come back to me. What did you see?"
"A boy, he's gonna be kidnapped," she said.
"Okay," Sam said. "You got a place?"
She nodded weakly. "What - what time is it?"
"Why?"
"Because it'll happen at dusk," she said.
"You're sure this is a future event?" Sam asked.
She nodded again.
"Okay, I'll call Cas and Dean - " he began.
"No," she said quietly. "They're on that other case, and I don't want Castiel to go. I think - he'd be in danger there."
"But you think we wouldn't?" Sam asked skeptically.
"I - just have this feeling. Whoever kidnapped the boy, has a special interest in Castiel, so if he or Dean were to show, they'd be - they'd - "
"Lucifer," Sam proffered. "He wants Cas's Grace for himself, to regain the power he lost."
He considered everything for a moment; Dodge knew her visions better than anyone. Maybe it would be safer for him to rescue the boy from Lucifer's forces. That didn't make a lot of sense, though, since he was Lucifer's former vessel. Sam also locked the archangel's ass in Hell for eons, so he must be on the guy's most wanted list, if for no better reason than to kill off out of spite.
"Come on, Sam, we got to go," Dodge said, regaining her composure.
"We? Hell no."
"I'm not letting you go alone, and we can't call your brother," she objected.
"Okay, then - then - "
"And I won't tell you where it is. You'll have to drive me."
"I'm Detective Aaron Kurtz," the man said, flashing his badge. "Everybody calls me Kurtz."
"Agents Roberts and Stills," Dean said, flashing his badge and indicating Castiel.
"You boys're on the weird death case?" Kurtz said.
"Yes," Cas replied. "How many missing persons and murders have you had in the last two weeks?"
"Uh - what?"
"Ballpark," Dean said.
"Well, now that you mention it, we've had a surge recently," Kurtz replied.
"How big a surge?" Dean asked.
"Seven or eight missing and six dead, not counting these two. But the other deaths were typical murder-type deal," Kurtz said.
"Like?" Dean asked.
The detective's expression changed. "Almost all of them died of broken necks or internal traumas. Definitely murders, but nothing like their insides filled with black goop."
"Was there sulfur?" Castiel asked.
"Sulfur?" Kurtz repeated.
"For the other cases - missing persons, murders - did you find any trace of sulfur on the scene?" Dean asked.
"Uh, no idea. I could check, but, uh, it's not typically something that gets our attention."
"It should be. Sulfur is indicative of very dangerous - individuals," Cas finished lamely.
"You mean like a cult or something?" Kurtz said.
"More like a calling card for a certain kind of criminal," Dean said, trying to salvage the situation. "If we could get copies of those reports."
Kurtz nodded. "Look, I am more than happy to hand this off if it's some kind of weirdo psycho killing kidnap ring. But just do me a favor and catch the sons of bitches."
The detective walked away before either of them could reply.
"Why do we need these reports?" Cas asked. "It's fairly clear that the Leviathan have been killing demons - or at least the bodies they possessed - in this area."
"Yeah, but Krissy mentioned something about all the people being scientists," Dean replied. "And it's actually more specific than that. They're all geologists or whatever. They all collect data on rocks and shit like that."
"Meaning?" Cas asked.
"Meaning - I don't know. But that's not a mistake. Demons are picking these people because of their knowledge, I'm pretty sure. The other cases turn out to be rock scientists, well, then I'm right."
"You believe that the demons are looking to find something in the earth?"
"Yeah, or a certain place," Dean said. "We need to check if this is a nationwide thing."
"Dean, this is - they can be looking for anything. Or nothing. For all we know, they're looking for the Monster Tablet that Benny already uncovered."
"Well, you have any theories?" Dean snapped back.
"I believe Leviathan are to blame for their deaths," Cas replied. "As to what the demons are doing here, I can't be sure. We don't even know if they were under orders or not."
"So, you got nothing, huh?"
Cas gave Dean a bemused look and cast his eyes down.
Kurtz returned with stacks of paper bound together with alligator clips. "Sorry, we - uh, cutbacks."
"That's okay, we just - " Cas began.
Kurtz interrupted, "We got another one. You two want to follow me?"
Guyman, Oklahoma. Dodge followed behind Sam because he insisted on going first. They entered the playground about an hour before dusk.
"It's kinda weird, isn't it?" Sam asked.
"What is?"
"You said this kid, he's what? Fourteen?"
"Yeah, and?"
"Walking with his mother in the playground?" Sam asked.
She shook her head. "Maybe it's on the way home or something. Just - let's find him, okay?"
Sam wrapped his arm around her. "Hey, you wanna sit?"
"What?"
"There's a bench."
It was an old wooden bench, and it gave them a great view of the entire area.
"You sure that you're okay? I mean, to be here," he said.
"Sam, I'm fine."
"When you said it wasn't safe for Cas, did you mean - "
"Sam!" Dodge cut him off. She reeled herself in, taking a deep breath.
Sam considered her actions. Finally he said, "You - you lied. There's no reason for Cas or Dean to stay away."
Dodge bit the inside of her lip. "I knew that I needed to be here," she said.
"So why didn't you just say that?"
"Because you never would have let me come!" she replied more loudly than she meant to. "And this kid - there wasn't time to argue."
"So you lied about Cas and Dean being in danger, because you knew I'd cave," Sam said. "Nice."
"Told you you wouldn't like the real me," Dodge replied quietly.
"No one likes being lied to," Sam said quietly.
As if drawn by their bickering, two people appeared on the far side of the playground.
"That's them," Dodge said.
"It's not dusk yet - "
"That's a good thing," she replied. "We've got time. And I brought my badge."
She stood up and headed towards the strangers. Sam waited a minute to calm down; he'd have plenty of time to be pissed off at her later. Then he followed.
"Excuse me," Dodge said to them. They stopped. "My name is Special Agent Dakota Gage with the FBI. We have reason to believe your son is in danger."
Dean followed Detective Kurtz, complaining loudly of his driving. It didn't improve when they turned down a long, slender private road.
"Seriously?" Dean said. "How do we know this guy isn't a demon gonna kill us out here in BFE?"
"I would have told you if he was a demon," Cas said.
"What?"
"I can see demon's faces," the angel replied.
"Oh, right, I forgot."
After a far too-long ride, they pulled up to a large house in its own zip code.
"Damn," Dean commented.
Kurtz waved them in. "Got a call from an old friend that fits. Body turned up filled with black goo. I figured you'd want to see if before we got all the officers and stuff on scene. It'll take them a couple of hours to lock everything down and - "
"We appreciate the head start," Dean replied.
The inside of the house was just as impressive as the outside. Its foyer had a high ceiling and a long, graceful staircase. The walls were stone and marble.
"Nice digs," Dean said.
"Jason!" Kurtz yelled. "Jason!"
"I'm back here, mate!" a man with a British accent yelled. "Com'on."
Kurtz turned to his companions. "I'll deal with him. You mind waiting?"
"No," Dean replied, and Kurtz scrambled after his friend.
Dean waited a moment before turning to Cas. "You sense anything?"
"No EMF," Cas said. "Some sulfur but the owner of this home collects meteorites - "
"Uh, meteorites?" Dean asked. "What?"
Cas waved his hand to indicate the darkened stones inlaid in much of the architecture, but especially in the long staircase.
"Cas, what do meteorites have to do with demons?"
"They contain sulfur," Cas replied.
Dean was ready to retort, but he realized they sounded like a bickering couple. So he didn't.
"Right, okay then - "
Kurtz returned alone, strolling towards them. "Gentlemen, good news - "
"Dean, he's a demon," Cas said, drawing his sword.
"He wasn't a minute ago!" Dean yelled.
Detective Kurtz, or the demon possessing him, threw up his hands and let his eyes go black. "Don't kill the messenger, kiddos! I'm here as your ally."
"Right," Dean said, "because Sammy and I? We shut the gates on you ass clowns. Of course you wanna be all chummy with us now."
"Slamming the gates just forced us to jump through a few more hoops," Demon Kurtz said. "Besides, if I wanted to attack, I would have already. I wouldn't play nice."
"Cas, let's waste the bastard - "
"You're in the wrong place," he said. "Leviathan have been out here killing demons, sure - "
"Why are demons possessing geologists?" Castiel asked. "What are you looking for?"
"I'm not in on the big plans, but best guess is to throw that beastly bitch in a pit and lock her away," Demon Kurtz replied.
"You mean Therion?" Cas asked.
"She's the one," Demon Kurtz said. "That's what makes us friends."
"We're not friends, douchebag!" Dean said, running his hand along the handle of the demon knife.
"You don't get it, do you? You stupid son of a bitch! We didn't draw your attention out here. Therion did. She's gonna make a play for a powerful chess piece and you're just handing it over - "
Cas finally made his move, nearly impaling Demon Kurtz, but the bastard smoked out at the last minute, leaving the detective unconscious on the floor.
"Okay, we need to get him to a hospital - "
"Dean," Cas cut him off. "We don't have time."
"Time? Of course we have - "
"They don't care about the demons, Dean. They just wanted us out here so they could go after someone in our care. Let's go!"
Cas grabbed Dean and teleported away.
Sam waited patiently for Dodge to sort things out. He was certain the mother would eventually ask for his name, so he invented one: James Thompson. That was inconspicuous.
"Ma'am, we'll need you to come with us. Okay?" Dodge said
"You came," the woman replied.
Dodge looked at her sideways. "I just told you that we - "
The crackle of the taser shocked Dodge, and Sam collapsed. The young boy smiled at her as she went to check on him.
"Dodge," he said. "So glad you're here."
"Who the hell are you people?"
The woman's eyes became a fluid, putrid green. "Name's Therion. I've been dying to meet you."
With that, Therion grappled both of them with her long, sticky spider limbs and disappeared.
The flutter of wings announced the arrival of Castiel and Dean. The teenager turned to face them.
"Well, well, you two are sharper than you smell," the boy said. His body bubbled black and fluid as he transformed into a rugged, tall man.
"Kull," Dean said through gritted teeth, remembering him from before closing the gates, when Metatron had called for help. "What are you - "
"Sorry, you're too late," Kull cut him off. "Although I am impressed. How did you find us?"
"Where's Dodge?" Castiel asked.
"Dodge? That'd be the odd little Visionary, right? Well, she and your baby brother are just having a little chat with my partner. Don't you worry, boys!"
Dean made a run for him, but Kull vanished into thin air before he got there.
"Damn it!"
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Primary Post: 09x21 The Montage Jack
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: The Montage Jack
Subtitle: Trip Threes
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 2,983
Rating: R
Warnings: violence, language
Piedmont, Alabama. Castiel looked damn good in a suit.
Dean knew he should be focused on this case, but his mind kept wandering back to Cas, their bedroom, and the last few nights. Having never been with someone more than a few months, he hadn't experienced this stage. He had been under the impression that the honeymoon phase was the euphoric, sex-tastic time frame for all relationships, and that was it. He never thought there were times when the exhilaration and - for lack of a better word - bliss revved up again, twice as strong.
"Dean?" Cas asked quietly.
"Sorry, what?"
"When I do that, you tell me it is 'creepy,'" Cas pointed out in regards to his staring.
"Right, sorry," Dean said.
"And Krissy and Aiden are here," Cas added.
Dean spun around to see two of the Hunter 'Tweens dressed completely out of character. Aiden wore a stuffy, almost preppy-looking outfit of dress shirt and pants that fit him awkwardly. He even wore a solid-color, boring tie. Krissy had on a formal, conservative dress.
"Hey - who are you?" Dean stumbled at the sight of them.
"Robert Minot," Aiden replied. "And this is my sister - "
"Helena Minot," Krissy said.
"Oh-kay. Weird," Dean acknowledged.
"I believe those are their cover identities," Cas explained. "And their attire is such that they seem to be older - "
"Cas, I know," Dean cut him off. "Garth told me if we came out here, you'd vamoose."
Krissy shook her head. "Only agreed to that because you're too annoying to deal with."
"Seriously - " Dean began.
Aiden cut him off, "Dude, we want to get back to Linda, okay? We made a promise to Kevin, we're gonna keep it."
"To that end," Cas said. "I brought you this."
He handed off a beautiful wooden box. Krissy opened it to reveal various pendants and necklaces, all of which warded off possession.
"Is this part of your 'you're not old enough to get ink' thing, Dean?" Krissy asked.
Dean smiled. "Actually, not my idea, but I'm glad it rides in the same waves."
"Couples wind up looking and acting like each other," Aiden commented.
"And don't you forget it!" Dean replied, shutting down his snide comment with pride. Why shouldn't he and Cas become more similar?
"I believe we came to this odd garage for a reason," Cas said blandly.
"Right," Krissy said. "You need to see this."
She led them over to the area marked off by police tape. She pointed up.
"What are we looking at?" Dean asked.
"I believe those are Devil's Traps," Cas remarked quietly.
"Sulfur was all along there and there," Aiden pointed.
An officer approached them. "Agents Stills and Roberts, these people aren't authorized to be here."
Dean stepped out and looked the officer in the eye. "These two individuals are with us. They're - special consultants with the FBI."
"I need some ID - "
Dean leaned in and said, "They're aspiring FBI Agents. Crazy brains, backgrounds in forensics. They can bust this case wide open, but the one thing they don't have - is an ID you're allowed to remember. So how about we skip that part and get back to work?"
The officer ran his eyes over the two younger people with the agents, and while Krissy and Aiden didn't look a day over eighteen in good light, the Minot siblings seemed older, more mature. The guy bought it.
"Fine, but get them out of here ASAP."
"Thank you, will-do."
Dean returned to Krissy and Cas's conversation about the location of the Devil's Traps.
"They must have been very aware of their routine," Cas said. "To place them so specifically and catch both of them."
"So this is legit?" Dean asked. "I mean, a legit, old-school possession?"
"Well, the bodies in the morgue were definitely human," Aiden said. "Barring all the black goo inside them."
"Okay, so Levi-on-demon action," Dean said. "Maybe we should send the Levi's a fruit basket."
"Dean," Krissy said. "This is serious. These aren't the first people to die because of demon possession in this area. The others had subtler deaths, but all of them are scientists, and we're guessing the demons picked them for specific information."
"Okay, first of all, you're gonna hand over all those names," Dean said. "And second of all, how did you - ?"
"Hacked into the coroner's system," Aiden cut him off. "It's actually not that hard when no one thinks anyone's looking."
The cluster of Feds attracted the attention of more officers, and Dean realized they needed to get things moving. The hunter waved the others toward the Impala, and they managed to drift off without any other Nosy Nellies asking questions.
As soon as they drove off, Cas spoke up, "There are new developments that you should be aware of."
Dean cut in, "No, Cas, com'on - "
"Dean, they need to know," he said. He turned around to face Krissy in Aiden in the back seat. "You are aware of Paimon?"
"Bad guy, we're hiding from him," Aiden remarked dryly. "For months now."
"He is under the employ of Lucifer."
"Lucifer?" Krissy asked. "You mean like - Satan?"
"Yep," Dean added flippantly.
"Lucifer and Paimon are marshaling forces against Therion and the Leviathan," Cas said.
"So, gearing up for war?" Aiden asked.
"Yes."
"What does that mean?" Aiden asked.
"It means," Dean said from the driver's seat. "Watch your asses. Protect each other. And - call for help if you need it."
Dusk. As the sunset over a beautiful playground, its distinctive decorations threw slightly creepy, yet oddly alluring, shadows. "Welcome to the Oasis of Guymon, Oklahoma" claimed a nearby sign. A young man looked up to his mother, annoyed and bitter in his teenage years.
The darkness became absolute, and screams became the wind - and when light reappeared in the universe, the woman was dead, and the boy was trapped in a cage of bone.
Dodge gasped for air. Her face was covered with sweat and her stomach churned.
"Hey, hey," Sam said. "Come back to me. What did you see?"
"A boy, he's gonna be kidnapped," she said.
"Okay," Sam said. "You got a place?"
She nodded weakly. "What - what time is it?"
"Why?"
"Because it'll happen at dusk," she said.
"You're sure this is a future event?" Sam asked.
She nodded again.
"Okay, I'll call Cas and Dean - " he began.
"No," she said quietly. "They're on that other case, and I don't want Castiel to go. I think - he'd be in danger there."
"But you think we wouldn't?" Sam asked skeptically.
"I - just have this feeling. Whoever kidnapped the boy, has a special interest in Castiel, so if he or Dean were to show, they'd be - they'd - "
"Lucifer," Sam proffered. "He wants Cas's Grace for himself, to regain the power he lost."
He considered everything for a moment; Dodge knew her visions better than anyone. Maybe it would be safer for him to rescue the boy from Lucifer's forces. That didn't make a lot of sense, though, since he was Lucifer's former vessel. Sam also locked the archangel's ass in Hell for eons, so he must be on the guy's most wanted list, if for no better reason than to kill off out of spite.
"Come on, Sam, we got to go," Dodge said, regaining her composure.
"We? Hell no."
"I'm not letting you go alone, and we can't call your brother," she objected.
"Okay, then - then - "
"And I won't tell you where it is. You'll have to drive me."
"I'm Detective Aaron Kurtz," the man said, flashing his badge. "Everybody calls me Kurtz."
"Agents Roberts and Stills," Dean said, flashing his badge and indicating Castiel.
"You boys're on the weird death case?" Kurtz said.
"Yes," Cas replied. "How many missing persons and murders have you had in the last two weeks?"
"Uh - what?"
"Ballpark," Dean said.
"Well, now that you mention it, we've had a surge recently," Kurtz replied.
"How big a surge?" Dean asked.
"Seven or eight missing and six dead, not counting these two. But the other deaths were typical murder-type deal," Kurtz said.
"Like?" Dean asked.
The detective's expression changed. "Almost all of them died of broken necks or internal traumas. Definitely murders, but nothing like their insides filled with black goop."
"Was there sulfur?" Castiel asked.
"Sulfur?" Kurtz repeated.
"For the other cases - missing persons, murders - did you find any trace of sulfur on the scene?" Dean asked.
"Uh, no idea. I could check, but, uh, it's not typically something that gets our attention."
"It should be. Sulfur is indicative of very dangerous - individuals," Cas finished lamely.
"You mean like a cult or something?" Kurtz said.
"More like a calling card for a certain kind of criminal," Dean said, trying to salvage the situation. "If we could get copies of those reports."
Kurtz nodded. "Look, I am more than happy to hand this off if it's some kind of weirdo psycho killing kidnap ring. But just do me a favor and catch the sons of bitches."
The detective walked away before either of them could reply.
"Why do we need these reports?" Cas asked. "It's fairly clear that the Leviathan have been killing demons - or at least the bodies they possessed - in this area."
"Yeah, but Krissy mentioned something about all the people being scientists," Dean replied. "And it's actually more specific than that. They're all geologists or whatever. They all collect data on rocks and shit like that."
"Meaning?" Cas asked.
"Meaning - I don't know. But that's not a mistake. Demons are picking these people because of their knowledge, I'm pretty sure. The other cases turn out to be rock scientists, well, then I'm right."
"You believe that the demons are looking to find something in the earth?"
"Yeah, or a certain place," Dean said. "We need to check if this is a nationwide thing."
"Dean, this is - they can be looking for anything. Or nothing. For all we know, they're looking for the Monster Tablet that Benny already uncovered."
"Well, you have any theories?" Dean snapped back.
"I believe Leviathan are to blame for their deaths," Cas replied. "As to what the demons are doing here, I can't be sure. We don't even know if they were under orders or not."
"So, you got nothing, huh?"
Cas gave Dean a bemused look and cast his eyes down.
Kurtz returned with stacks of paper bound together with alligator clips. "Sorry, we - uh, cutbacks."
"That's okay, we just - " Cas began.
Kurtz interrupted, "We got another one. You two want to follow me?"
Guyman, Oklahoma. Dodge followed behind Sam because he insisted on going first. They entered the playground about an hour before dusk.
"It's kinda weird, isn't it?" Sam asked.
"What is?"
"You said this kid, he's what? Fourteen?"
"Yeah, and?"
"Walking with his mother in the playground?" Sam asked.
She shook her head. "Maybe it's on the way home or something. Just - let's find him, okay?"
Sam wrapped his arm around her. "Hey, you wanna sit?"
"What?"
"There's a bench."
It was an old wooden bench, and it gave them a great view of the entire area.
"You sure that you're okay? I mean, to be here," he said.
"Sam, I'm fine."
"When you said it wasn't safe for Cas, did you mean - "
"Sam!" Dodge cut him off. She reeled herself in, taking a deep breath.
Sam considered her actions. Finally he said, "You - you lied. There's no reason for Cas or Dean to stay away."
Dodge bit the inside of her lip. "I knew that I needed to be here," she said.
"So why didn't you just say that?"
"Because you never would have let me come!" she replied more loudly than she meant to. "And this kid - there wasn't time to argue."
"So you lied about Cas and Dean being in danger, because you knew I'd cave," Sam said. "Nice."
"Told you you wouldn't like the real me," Dodge replied quietly.
"No one likes being lied to," Sam said quietly.
As if drawn by their bickering, two people appeared on the far side of the playground.
"That's them," Dodge said.
"It's not dusk yet - "
"That's a good thing," she replied. "We've got time. And I brought my badge."
She stood up and headed towards the strangers. Sam waited a minute to calm down; he'd have plenty of time to be pissed off at her later. Then he followed.
"Excuse me," Dodge said to them. They stopped. "My name is Special Agent Dakota Gage with the FBI. We have reason to believe your son is in danger."
Dean followed Detective Kurtz, complaining loudly of his driving. It didn't improve when they turned down a long, slender private road.
"Seriously?" Dean said. "How do we know this guy isn't a demon gonna kill us out here in BFE?"
"I would have told you if he was a demon," Cas said.
"What?"
"I can see demon's faces," the angel replied.
"Oh, right, I forgot."
After a far too-long ride, they pulled up to a large house in its own zip code.
"Damn," Dean commented.
Kurtz waved them in. "Got a call from an old friend that fits. Body turned up filled with black goo. I figured you'd want to see if before we got all the officers and stuff on scene. It'll take them a couple of hours to lock everything down and - "
"We appreciate the head start," Dean replied.
The inside of the house was just as impressive as the outside. Its foyer had a high ceiling and a long, graceful staircase. The walls were stone and marble.
"Nice digs," Dean said.
"Jason!" Kurtz yelled. "Jason!"
"I'm back here, mate!" a man with a British accent yelled. "Com'on."
Kurtz turned to his companions. "I'll deal with him. You mind waiting?"
"No," Dean replied, and Kurtz scrambled after his friend.
Dean waited a moment before turning to Cas. "You sense anything?"
"No EMF," Cas said. "Some sulfur but the owner of this home collects meteorites - "
"Uh, meteorites?" Dean asked. "What?"
Cas waved his hand to indicate the darkened stones inlaid in much of the architecture, but especially in the long staircase.
"Cas, what do meteorites have to do with demons?"
"They contain sulfur," Cas replied.
Dean was ready to retort, but he realized they sounded like a bickering couple. So he didn't.
"Right, okay then - "
Kurtz returned alone, strolling towards them. "Gentlemen, good news - "
"Dean, he's a demon," Cas said, drawing his sword.
"He wasn't a minute ago!" Dean yelled.
Detective Kurtz, or the demon possessing him, threw up his hands and let his eyes go black. "Don't kill the messenger, kiddos! I'm here as your ally."
"Right," Dean said, "because Sammy and I? We shut the gates on you ass clowns. Of course you wanna be all chummy with us now."
"Slamming the gates just forced us to jump through a few more hoops," Demon Kurtz said. "Besides, if I wanted to attack, I would have already. I wouldn't play nice."
"Cas, let's waste the bastard - "
"You're in the wrong place," he said. "Leviathan have been out here killing demons, sure - "
"Why are demons possessing geologists?" Castiel asked. "What are you looking for?"
"I'm not in on the big plans, but best guess is to throw that beastly bitch in a pit and lock her away," Demon Kurtz replied.
"You mean Therion?" Cas asked.
"She's the one," Demon Kurtz said. "That's what makes us friends."
"We're not friends, douchebag!" Dean said, running his hand along the handle of the demon knife.
"You don't get it, do you? You stupid son of a bitch! We didn't draw your attention out here. Therion did. She's gonna make a play for a powerful chess piece and you're just handing it over - "
Cas finally made his move, nearly impaling Demon Kurtz, but the bastard smoked out at the last minute, leaving the detective unconscious on the floor.
"Okay, we need to get him to a hospital - "
"Dean," Cas cut him off. "We don't have time."
"Time? Of course we have - "
"They don't care about the demons, Dean. They just wanted us out here so they could go after someone in our care. Let's go!"
Cas grabbed Dean and teleported away.
Sam waited patiently for Dodge to sort things out. He was certain the mother would eventually ask for his name, so he invented one: James Thompson. That was inconspicuous.
"Ma'am, we'll need you to come with us. Okay?" Dodge said
"You came," the woman replied.
Dodge looked at her sideways. "I just told you that we - "
The crackle of the taser shocked Dodge, and Sam collapsed. The young boy smiled at her as she went to check on him.
"Dodge," he said. "So glad you're here."
"Who the hell are you people?"
The woman's eyes became a fluid, putrid green. "Name's Therion. I've been dying to meet you."
With that, Therion grappled both of them with her long, sticky spider limbs and disappeared.
The flutter of wings announced the arrival of Castiel and Dean. The teenager turned to face them.
"Well, well, you two are sharper than you smell," the boy said. His body bubbled black and fluid as he transformed into a rugged, tall man.
"Kull," Dean said through gritted teeth, remembering him from before closing the gates, when Metatron had called for help. "What are you - "
"Sorry, you're too late," Kull cut him off. "Although I am impressed. How did you find us?"
"Where's Dodge?" Castiel asked.
"Dodge? That'd be the odd little Visionary, right? Well, she and your baby brother are just having a little chat with my partner. Don't you worry, boys!"
Dean made a run for him, but Kull vanished into thin air before he got there.
"Damn it!"
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