09x22 - Heatseeker - Part Three: Charging up the Sky
Episode number: 09x22 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Heatseeker
Subtitle: Charging up the Sky
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,308
Rating: R
Warnings: language, violence
New York City was a bitch. More correctly, New York City was a bitch for people who must avoid cameras and have no money. Manhattan was far too expensive, and Dean refused to drive his car into the city, so they parked in Jersey and resorted to public transport.
That's why Dean, Sam, and Castiel were on a train in their suits. Cas retained his trench coat over everything else because nothing said 'inconspicuous' in New York like a man in a long, beige coat in June.
"I feel naked without my car," Dean said again.
"Dude, you've said that already. Get over it," Sam replied.
"Is that computer-thing giving you any new news?" Dean asked.
"It's a tablet, Dean. And it says that the dozen jaguars involved in mauling the bankers all disappeared."
"As in someone from animal rights freed them? Or - "
"No, as in disappeared disappeared," Sam cut him off. "They'd been rounded up by animal control and caged, and then poof! Gone."
"Awesome."
"I don't know of anything that converts living bodies to stone and materializes animals," Castiel said.
"Yeah, well, something does," Dean replied. "And we need to find it soon. There were forty-four people on that subway car. Add that to the thirty-one killed in the jaguar mauling," Sam said. "That's a damn high body count."
"Agent Stills," said Dean with badge-in-hand. "This is my partner, Agent Smith."
Cas showed his badge to the NYPD officer.
"I'm Officer Hobbes. I thought your partner was at the station looking through security footage?"
"Our other partner is," Cas answered. "Agent Nielson."
"Didn't know you guys came in trios," Hobbes replied. "Well, here it is. Separated from the subway and contained. Forensics is done here, so it's all yours. I'll - wait outside."
"Thanks," Dean said as they nipped into the subway car.
All the statues remained in the car like some kind of candid photo except that it was laid out in 3D stone.
"This is - unnerving," Cas remarked.
"Yeah, by the look on Hobbes's face, I can tell he wouldn't set a foot in here if you paid him," Dean replied. "You got anything?"
Cas shook his head. Dean's EMF reader gave him nothing. They swept the car quickly for hex bags, coins, and markings.
"This is fruitless," Cas said. "Everything on these individuals has been petrified along with their bodies," Cas pointed out. "Any one of them could have had a hex artifact in a pocket or sewn into a shoe, and we'd never find it."
"Awesome," Dean said bitterly. "So you got nothing?"
"Just a remnant," the angel said. "A memory of some kind of power. It set in slowly."
"It couldn't have."
"How did you come to that conclusion?"
"Cas, look at these people. They're sitting and standing like they're on the subway."
"They were on the subway at the time," Cas replied, confused.
Dean reminded himself that Cas was not Sam, and sometimes the angel needed a bit more explanation to make sense of things. So he said, "None of them struggled or even looked panicked, Cas. If I was turning to stone, I would panic."
The angel considered this, perplexed by its meaning.
"Is the officer still watching us?" Cas asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"Distract him."
"Why?"
"Dean, just do it."
"Fine."
Dean walked out of the car and said, "Hobbes, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Can I, uh, ask you a few questions?" Dean said as he walked to the officer's opposite side, forcing him to turn his back on Castiel.
"Well, sure, but I wasn't - "
"What's the standing theory?" Dean asked.
"Besides this is some weird prank?" Hobbes asked. He continued in barely a whisper, "Well, uh, some kind of chemical weapon. Like you'd see on Fringe or the X-Files, you know?"
"A chemical weapon that turns people into stone?"
"Figured that's why you guys were down here," Hobbes said. "You know, possible terrorist implications. I know I won't be riding the subway again anytime soon."
"Do we know who these people are?" Dean asked. "In the car?"
"Uh, yeah, we identified most of them. Guys down at the precinct were looking into the last few," Hobbes replied. "Nobody on our radar. Just - people. You know? That's it."
Cas popped out of the car.
"Right," Dean said. "Thanks, Officer Hobbes."
After inspecting the banker massacre, which yielded nothing more than frustration, Dean and Cas left the city. It took them way too damn long to get to the motel in Jersey, but Dean refused to teleport.
Sam had made it back before them, and at Castiel's request, he acquired dinner and had it ready for them when they arrived just past seven o'clock.
"Sammy, you're a genius!" Dean declared as he grabbed a burger.
"So, I watched several tapes, and there's something you should see."
Dean continued to eat as Sam played a video on his laptop. It was just a basic platform camera with a crappy angle, but Sam seemed happy.
"Watch that guy," Sam pointed him out. When the movie showed a woman bumping into the man, he paused it. "See her?"
"Please tell me she's a witch or something," Dean said.
"No, her name is Gillian Dickinson. She's also a statue. Discovered in her home."
"So - whatever mojo was used on these people, it hit her, too?" Dean asked.
Cas produced a number of chipped pieces of stone.
"Is that - is that what you were doing when I distracted Officer Conspiracy Theory?" Dean asked.
The angel nodded. "Pieces of clothing, artifacts, and a piece of one person's ear."
"You did this why?" Sam asked.
"If the subway car was cursed, the flesh would transform back to flesh outside of it," Cas replied as if it were obvious. "Beyond that, there are supernatural traces on this."
"Great. Who did it?" Dean asked.
"I've no idea. Not angels, but maybe a powerful deity."
"Okay, so which powerful deity turns people to stone and materializes jaguars?" Dean asked.
No one had any answers that night.
"I hate this place," Sam said to himself as yet another person crashed into him on the sidewalk.
It's not like Sam was small and could be easily missed, yet every single person who bumped into him glared at him, as if his size made him unfit for the city.
On top of that, he felt stuck. It was one thing to be trapped with Cas and Dean on a road trip. It was another thing to be wedged in with the two of them in the same motel room. Dean said he hated chick flick moments, but he indulged openly in his relationship Castiel. It was all little things, and Sam wanted to be happy for them. But with Dodge gone - and the fact that she hadn't called him since she left for her doctor's appointment four days ago - he couldn't stand it.
So he took the earliest train in to work on this case, leaving a note behind. Dean would be pissed, but he didn't care.
No sooner did he sit down with his coffee and croissant than his phone rang.
"Agent Nielson," Sam answered.
"This is Detective Shetty," said a voice on the other end.
"Kumar?" Sam said, remembering the man who helped him with the video footage the day before.
"Yeah, uh, you said to call you if anything strange came up, even if it didn't seem related."
"Something happened?"
"Uh, we were just called down to a legal firm in Manhattan," Shetty said. "Twenty legal aids, lawyers, and paralegals were all - uh, well - "
"What?"
"According to the client who called it in? They were all turned into spider monkeys."
"Spider monkeys?"
"No one's injured or dead, obviously," Shetty continued. "And it's likely just a prank, but - "
"Give me an address," Sam said. "I'll call my partners."
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Primary Post: 09x22 Heatseeker
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Heatseeker
Subtitle: Charging up the Sky
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word Count: 1,308
Rating: R
Warnings: language, violence
New York City was a bitch. More correctly, New York City was a bitch for people who must avoid cameras and have no money. Manhattan was far too expensive, and Dean refused to drive his car into the city, so they parked in Jersey and resorted to public transport.
That's why Dean, Sam, and Castiel were on a train in their suits. Cas retained his trench coat over everything else because nothing said 'inconspicuous' in New York like a man in a long, beige coat in June.
"I feel naked without my car," Dean said again.
"Dude, you've said that already. Get over it," Sam replied.
"Is that computer-thing giving you any new news?" Dean asked.
"It's a tablet, Dean. And it says that the dozen jaguars involved in mauling the bankers all disappeared."
"As in someone from animal rights freed them? Or - "
"No, as in disappeared disappeared," Sam cut him off. "They'd been rounded up by animal control and caged, and then poof! Gone."
"Awesome."
"I don't know of anything that converts living bodies to stone and materializes animals," Castiel said.
"Yeah, well, something does," Dean replied. "And we need to find it soon. There were forty-four people on that subway car. Add that to the thirty-one killed in the jaguar mauling," Sam said. "That's a damn high body count."
"Agent Stills," said Dean with badge-in-hand. "This is my partner, Agent Smith."
Cas showed his badge to the NYPD officer.
"I'm Officer Hobbes. I thought your partner was at the station looking through security footage?"
"Our other partner is," Cas answered. "Agent Nielson."
"Didn't know you guys came in trios," Hobbes replied. "Well, here it is. Separated from the subway and contained. Forensics is done here, so it's all yours. I'll - wait outside."
"Thanks," Dean said as they nipped into the subway car.
All the statues remained in the car like some kind of candid photo except that it was laid out in 3D stone.
"This is - unnerving," Cas remarked.
"Yeah, by the look on Hobbes's face, I can tell he wouldn't set a foot in here if you paid him," Dean replied. "You got anything?"
Cas shook his head. Dean's EMF reader gave him nothing. They swept the car quickly for hex bags, coins, and markings.
"This is fruitless," Cas said. "Everything on these individuals has been petrified along with their bodies," Cas pointed out. "Any one of them could have had a hex artifact in a pocket or sewn into a shoe, and we'd never find it."
"Awesome," Dean said bitterly. "So you got nothing?"
"Just a remnant," the angel said. "A memory of some kind of power. It set in slowly."
"It couldn't have."
"How did you come to that conclusion?"
"Cas, look at these people. They're sitting and standing like they're on the subway."
"They were on the subway at the time," Cas replied, confused.
Dean reminded himself that Cas was not Sam, and sometimes the angel needed a bit more explanation to make sense of things. So he said, "None of them struggled or even looked panicked, Cas. If I was turning to stone, I would panic."
The angel considered this, perplexed by its meaning.
"Is the officer still watching us?" Cas asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"Distract him."
"Why?"
"Dean, just do it."
"Fine."
Dean walked out of the car and said, "Hobbes, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Can I, uh, ask you a few questions?" Dean said as he walked to the officer's opposite side, forcing him to turn his back on Castiel.
"Well, sure, but I wasn't - "
"What's the standing theory?" Dean asked.
"Besides this is some weird prank?" Hobbes asked. He continued in barely a whisper, "Well, uh, some kind of chemical weapon. Like you'd see on Fringe or the X-Files, you know?"
"A chemical weapon that turns people into stone?"
"Figured that's why you guys were down here," Hobbes said. "You know, possible terrorist implications. I know I won't be riding the subway again anytime soon."
"Do we know who these people are?" Dean asked. "In the car?"
"Uh, yeah, we identified most of them. Guys down at the precinct were looking into the last few," Hobbes replied. "Nobody on our radar. Just - people. You know? That's it."
Cas popped out of the car.
"Right," Dean said. "Thanks, Officer Hobbes."
After inspecting the banker massacre, which yielded nothing more than frustration, Dean and Cas left the city. It took them way too damn long to get to the motel in Jersey, but Dean refused to teleport.
Sam had made it back before them, and at Castiel's request, he acquired dinner and had it ready for them when they arrived just past seven o'clock.
"Sammy, you're a genius!" Dean declared as he grabbed a burger.
"So, I watched several tapes, and there's something you should see."
Dean continued to eat as Sam played a video on his laptop. It was just a basic platform camera with a crappy angle, but Sam seemed happy.
"Watch that guy," Sam pointed him out. When the movie showed a woman bumping into the man, he paused it. "See her?"
"Please tell me she's a witch or something," Dean said.
"No, her name is Gillian Dickinson. She's also a statue. Discovered in her home."
"So - whatever mojo was used on these people, it hit her, too?" Dean asked.
Cas produced a number of chipped pieces of stone.
"Is that - is that what you were doing when I distracted Officer Conspiracy Theory?" Dean asked.
The angel nodded. "Pieces of clothing, artifacts, and a piece of one person's ear."
"You did this why?" Sam asked.
"If the subway car was cursed, the flesh would transform back to flesh outside of it," Cas replied as if it were obvious. "Beyond that, there are supernatural traces on this."
"Great. Who did it?" Dean asked.
"I've no idea. Not angels, but maybe a powerful deity."
"Okay, so which powerful deity turns people to stone and materializes jaguars?" Dean asked.
No one had any answers that night.
"I hate this place," Sam said to himself as yet another person crashed into him on the sidewalk.
It's not like Sam was small and could be easily missed, yet every single person who bumped into him glared at him, as if his size made him unfit for the city.
On top of that, he felt stuck. It was one thing to be trapped with Cas and Dean on a road trip. It was another thing to be wedged in with the two of them in the same motel room. Dean said he hated chick flick moments, but he indulged openly in his relationship Castiel. It was all little things, and Sam wanted to be happy for them. But with Dodge gone - and the fact that she hadn't called him since she left for her doctor's appointment four days ago - he couldn't stand it.
So he took the earliest train in to work on this case, leaving a note behind. Dean would be pissed, but he didn't care.
No sooner did he sit down with his coffee and croissant than his phone rang.
"Agent Nielson," Sam answered.
"This is Detective Shetty," said a voice on the other end.
"Kumar?" Sam said, remembering the man who helped him with the video footage the day before.
"Yeah, uh, you said to call you if anything strange came up, even if it didn't seem related."
"Something happened?"
"Uh, we were just called down to a legal firm in Manhattan," Shetty said. "Twenty legal aids, lawyers, and paralegals were all - uh, well - "
"What?"
"According to the client who called it in? They were all turned into spider monkeys."
"Spider monkeys?"
"No one's injured or dead, obviously," Shetty continued. "And it's likely just a prank, but - "
"Give me an address," Sam said. "I'll call my partners."
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