10x02 - Bad Rain - Part One: New Moon
Episode number: 10x02 of Season 10 Fan Fiction (S10FF)
Title: Bad Rain
Subtitle: New Moon
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word count: 1,129
Rating: PG-13/Teen
Warnings: violence, forensics, language
Marie Acevedo owed Dakota 'Dodge' Gage her life several times over. Anyone who worked together long enough could rack up that kind of debt, but she'd never had a partner quite like Dodge. She was an eccentric workaholic who always backed those she cared about, even on a bad day at Black Rock.
So when she didn't show up, Marie called repeatedly, and when her tenth call was sent to voicemail, she went looking. She traced her rental car to a shopping mall parking lot, and after a bit of rummaging, she found a burner phone, which lead her the Old Sail Motel, room 6C, just a few blocks away.
As she approached the door, she heard two men arguing inside.
"I don't know, but we need to figure it out," said the first.
"Didn't Sam tell you where he was going? How can we work a case with him and Dodge without the appropriate information?" asked the second.
"He said they'd be here!"
Marie had heard enough. She drew her weapon and broke down the door with her shoulder, crashing in and shouting, "FBI! Show me your hands!"
As she busted in, she caught a glimpse of the two men. They were both white and in their thirties, approximately the same height, with dark hair. One had on an old leather jacket and jeans. The other's clothes were obscured by his long trench coat.
Yet, by the time her gun was out in front of her, both had vanished.
Marie blinked several times, convinced it was a trick of the light. She had heard them argue and seen them clearly as the door swung off its hinges. So where the hell were they?
She scoured the rest of the room, and she found Dodge's overnight bag but not her computer or briefcase. There were no notes, and the writing pad remained untouched.
The most disturbing thing, however, was how spotless the room was. Someone had scrubbed this place within an inch of its life, obliterating any forensic evidence, save for a single, overlooked glob of a goopy residue in the bathroom. At first glance it seemed to be liquid soap, but when she examined it closely, she saw it contained particles of something else, possibly skin. There wasn't enough for thorough lab testing, but she collected it with her sample kit anyway.
She distinctly heard the two men mention the names Dodge and Sam, which was likely was Dodge's Sampson. It sounded like they were looking for her partner, too.
She needed to figure out who these men were, and quickly.
One day earlier... Dean and Cas activated the hunter grapevine to shake out information on Talim Orm Serum and the EDA. Neither Charlie nor Garth had anything for them right off the bat, so Dean resigned himself to sleuthing on the web.
"None of the earth-bound angels knew anything about this EDA, and nothing more about Talim Orm than they've already said: apothecary who caters to monsters," Cas said. "Nathaniel was reluctant to speak with me. He apparently received a pardon from Heaven."
"A pardon?" Dean asked. "What did good old Nate do to get put on Heaven's naughty list in the first place?"
"Nathaniel escaped Naomi, hid from her agents, and helped you and your brother infiltrate Heaven to rescue me."
"So they gave Nate a pass on helping us," Dean said. "But you're still a pariah?"
"My estrangement from Heaven goes much deeper than any other angel's."
"One problem at a time. I've got squat from the internet, except for a few calendar entries for EDA support meetings, where nobody bothered posting a description or what EDA stands for. And all I've got on the Talim Orm Serum is that it's connected to the EDA. Looks like it was distributed there. Something tells me some asshat with a chemistry set got his hands on some Hoodoo or vamp-blood or something supernatural and thought he could whip up a magic cure for addiction."
"That's a reasonable theory," Cas said. "I can sense powerful pharmaceutical components, blood from some kind of monster, and spirit energy. Why do you think this has to do with addiction?"
Dean had meant his suggestion as a joke, but the angel clearly missed the humor. To save face, Dean quickly invented a reply.
"Uh, well, support groups that end in 'A' usually focus on stuff like that. AA for alcoholic anonymous. NA for narcotics anonymous. EDA stands for something-anonymous. Probably."
"If he doesn't know what kind of addiction is supported, how does Sam intend to get into a meeting? Don't they verify new members?"
"The benefit of the group being anonymous is that anyone can show up. No need for paperwork, doctor's referral, or a membership card. They're pretty easy to infiltrate."
Dean's phone buzzed with a new text message.
FROM: KELVIN COLT
EDA = Eve's Descendants Anonymous
NEVER attend meeting without monster assist
"Oh, shit," the hunter said. "We gotta warn Sammy."
Sam did his best, but the restraints pinned him down. From the looks of it, Dodge wasn't doing any better. The younger Winchester hadn't dealt with a naga before. Crosby was not only unduly calm, but he also possessed some kind of control over the other monsters, especially the werewolf Sharvari. That didn't bode well.
The naga pulled the werewolf aside, away from Sam and Dodge, but not far enough to be out of earshot.
"Go get Sliver," he instructed. "I think he'll be a nice bow on our care package for our hunter guests."
Sharvari transformed, wrapping her humanity with wolfishly grotesque characteristics, and ran so quickly that she blurred.
"What do you want?" Sam asked.
"You are the ones putting your noses in our business," Crosby replied. "We wanted to be left alone, but you won't do that, will you?"
"You could've killed us by now," Dodge said. "You don't seem the kind to play with your food, which means we're alive because you want us alive."
The naga grimaced as he replied, "'Want' is a strong word. Any humans trying to intrude on the EDA will pay for it dearly. Maybe hunters like you haven't heard or maybe you're not clear on the subject, so I'm gonna send a crystal-clear message with the two of you."
CRACK!
Dodge collapsed, unconscious as Crosby's long, lizard-like tail whipped across her head. Before Sam could respond, a sharp pain blossomed across the back of his skull, and blackness overtook him.
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