09x03 - Loaded Dice - Part Three: Lady Luck
Episode number: 09x03 of Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Loaded Dice
Subtitle: Lady Luck
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word count: 1,336
Rating: language, violence
Warnings: R
Dean gnawed on his bacon cheeseburger while Sam spread the case files out across the room.
"What'dya find?" Dean said with his mouth full.
"A lot of nothing," Sam huffed. "Susie Slasher is a local legend but not actually a person who lived and died. Some of them attribute her to a local woman who lost it and killed her family, another to a drifter... basically, just a campfire story."
"That doesn't mean there wasn't a person who started it all," Dean reminded Sam. "We found something - "
Castiel cut him off to prevent him from spitting out bits of bacon as he spoke. "All the individuals visited family members in the old hospital building a few days before slaughtering their families."
"Yeah, but Cas didn't pick up any EMF there," Dean added.
"It's possible that the EMF is gone because the spirit is no longer active at the hospital."
"Like when Bobby's spirit batteries were drained," Sam commented. "We wouldn't get any EMF because he was taking a ghost nap."
"So Casper the Evil Possessing Ghost could be napping?" Dean scoffed incredulously. "Awesome."
"The killings were all about a month apart," Sam continued. "It's possible."
"So how do we figure out to gank her?" Dean asked.
"If it is a spirit, it's picking people at that hospital for a reason, so we just have to figure out who died bloody and horribly there," Sam said.
"In an old hospital building that contains the insanity and prisoner wards?" Castiel asked, his tone suspiciously miming Dean's skeptical voice.
"We've got our work cut out for us," Sam agreed.
The younger Winchester sorted through the files on the bed, laying them out chronologically.
"Huh. Our first victim, Jason Harp killed himself over a week ago, right before Amy Wilson went on her rampage," Sam said.
"He also spoke lucidly to the doctor," the angel added. "About two hours before asphyxiating himself."
That caught Sam's attention. "He asphyxiated himself? How?"
Castiel spoke, his usual monotone making the statement all the creepier. "He used a part of the restraints to pinch his nose shut and purposely choked himself on another part that he chewed off."
"That'll stand out," Sam said.
"But the other two killers are still kicking," Dean said. "So if this is some kind of spirit possession, what the hell? I mean, since when did the ghostly bits stick when the spirit moved on?"
"I don't know, but we should figure out who that ghost was before it takes another victim," Sam stated simply.
"If the pattern holds, we've got, what, at least a week, right?"
Jared Bennett had never been able to manage his hair. Hair stylists and dermatologists alike had done little more than contain its unruly nature. Hair gel and other styling products only added to the mayhem. Indeed, the only time Jared's hair had looked clean and right was when he shaved it down to a quarter-inch length and even that revealed the odd growth patterns against the fair skin of his head.
It had been his baby brother James that recommended 'letting it be.' James told Jared that his hair was like his spirit: wild, free, and all over the place. How could that be a bad thing? James made him feel like he could do anything.
Anything. All because of James. And now, because of some two-bit alcoholic, James was bloodied up in the morgue. The sight of it reared up in Jared like a snake. A fire boiled in his chest, raging for release. The other driver was going to pay for what he did to his brother. That's for damn sure.
"Can you give us the name of anyone who died in a manner similar to this?" Castiel asked the bewildered doctor.
Dean and Sam both agreed the old hospital building was creepy enough to house some kind of ghost, but the doctors didn't seem eager to help them identify patients who had offed themselves in the general vicinity.
"Why is the FBI interested in this?" the doctor asked.
"Can you answer the question?" Dean interjected before Cas said something stupid.
"No, sorry, I've only been here two years, and this is the first time I've seen anyone... do that."
"Thank you for your time," Sam said sensibly. He had caught sight of a squirmy janitor not too far from them. Either there was one hell of a mess over there, or he was waiting for them to finish up with the doctor.
The doctor rushed off, clearly put-out by the conversation. Sam made a bee-line for the guy with the mop.
"Excuse me, Floyd," Sam said, noticing his nametag. "How long have you worked here?"
"Long as I remember," replied Floyd.
"Do you remember any similar deaths to - "
"Yeah," he said quietly. "Hard to forget."
"You remember a name?" Dean pressed.
"Zach Calabrese," Floyd replied. "About twenty years ago. Badly abused by his parents, got put away here after killing a bunch of people... he was convinced his parents had him locked up because they couldn't keep him down anymore."
"He was paranoid?" Sam asked.
"Putting it lightly," the janitor replied. "This place has a lotta bad in it, but a lotta good.... Zach Calabrese, though, he made it a hard place to be in."
"Of course," Dean said, pulling Sam and Castiel away from Floyd. He had become rigid and shaky and had started to draw attention. "Thanks, uh, Floyd," Dean added.
"Zach Calabrese, now all we need is a grave."
Calabrese had been buried in the cemetery on the outskirts of town named Tearful Stones, which the asylum set up for individuals who had no family to bury them.
They waited till nightfall to drive out. Sam noticed how much faster it went, digging with Cas. He didn't need breaks and didn't seem to mind the manual labor.
Sam broke the casket opened and dropped salt over the bones. Dean did the kerosene.
"Sorry, Zach," Dean said, setting his lighter. "You're freaky murdering days are done."
The bones flared up hard and hot. They waited for the fire to burn out and, on the angel's insistence, covered the grave back up again.
Jared stumbled into the old hospital building. "I'm here to see Clark Dodds," he said to the nurse behind the desk.
"The cops just finished up with him. You'll be able to see him during regular visiting hours tomorrow. He's being moved to the main wing of the hospital," the nurse replied.
"Why?"
"The cops just kept him here till he woke up for questioning."
"They're just letting him go?"
The nurse didn't reply.
"Please, is he still here?"
"Let me check, room 156 - "
As soon as heard the number, Jared moved. After this guy slaughter his brother, he's just going to walk? No trial? The officer at the checkpoint tried to stop him, but he threw a left hook and broke the guy's nose.
Rounding the corner, he saw him, Clark Dodd, in a wheelchair being handled by some woman who might be his wife.
"Hello?" Clark said as Jared came into the room. "Can I help you?"
"Oh, I think you can do more than that," Jared said.
He wondered if blood would make his hair lie flat. Maybe it was high time he found out.
Meanwhile, down the hall, two more officers joined the fallen guard, who pointed after Jared. This was unnecessary, however, because that's when the screaming started. Both officers drew their weapons and ran.
By the time they got there, Jared Bennett was red.
Clark Dodd and his wife were already dead, but Jared kept beating on their bodies with the lamp he had picked up, blood flying all around him like a Jackson Pollack.
"Put down the weapon!" the officer ordered. "Now!"
Jared shouted, "You're helping them get away with it, you bastards. You're in on it!"
Rage sent Jared straight towards them. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The officers kept firing until their guns were empty.
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Primary Post: 09x03 Loaded Dice
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)
Title: Loaded Dice
Subtitle: Lady Luck
Author: dracox-serdriel
Word count: 1,336
Rating: language, violence
Warnings: R
Dean gnawed on his bacon cheeseburger while Sam spread the case files out across the room.
"What'dya find?" Dean said with his mouth full.
"A lot of nothing," Sam huffed. "Susie Slasher is a local legend but not actually a person who lived and died. Some of them attribute her to a local woman who lost it and killed her family, another to a drifter... basically, just a campfire story."
"That doesn't mean there wasn't a person who started it all," Dean reminded Sam. "We found something - "
Castiel cut him off to prevent him from spitting out bits of bacon as he spoke. "All the individuals visited family members in the old hospital building a few days before slaughtering their families."
"Yeah, but Cas didn't pick up any EMF there," Dean added.
"It's possible that the EMF is gone because the spirit is no longer active at the hospital."
"Like when Bobby's spirit batteries were drained," Sam commented. "We wouldn't get any EMF because he was taking a ghost nap."
"So Casper the Evil Possessing Ghost could be napping?" Dean scoffed incredulously. "Awesome."
"The killings were all about a month apart," Sam continued. "It's possible."
"So how do we figure out to gank her?" Dean asked.
"If it is a spirit, it's picking people at that hospital for a reason, so we just have to figure out who died bloody and horribly there," Sam said.
"In an old hospital building that contains the insanity and prisoner wards?" Castiel asked, his tone suspiciously miming Dean's skeptical voice.
"We've got our work cut out for us," Sam agreed.
The younger Winchester sorted through the files on the bed, laying them out chronologically.
"Huh. Our first victim, Jason Harp killed himself over a week ago, right before Amy Wilson went on her rampage," Sam said.
"He also spoke lucidly to the doctor," the angel added. "About two hours before asphyxiating himself."
That caught Sam's attention. "He asphyxiated himself? How?"
Castiel spoke, his usual monotone making the statement all the creepier. "He used a part of the restraints to pinch his nose shut and purposely choked himself on another part that he chewed off."
"That'll stand out," Sam said.
"But the other two killers are still kicking," Dean said. "So if this is some kind of spirit possession, what the hell? I mean, since when did the ghostly bits stick when the spirit moved on?"
"I don't know, but we should figure out who that ghost was before it takes another victim," Sam stated simply.
"If the pattern holds, we've got, what, at least a week, right?"
Jared Bennett had never been able to manage his hair. Hair stylists and dermatologists alike had done little more than contain its unruly nature. Hair gel and other styling products only added to the mayhem. Indeed, the only time Jared's hair had looked clean and right was when he shaved it down to a quarter-inch length and even that revealed the odd growth patterns against the fair skin of his head.
It had been his baby brother James that recommended 'letting it be.' James told Jared that his hair was like his spirit: wild, free, and all over the place. How could that be a bad thing? James made him feel like he could do anything.
Anything. All because of James. And now, because of some two-bit alcoholic, James was bloodied up in the morgue. The sight of it reared up in Jared like a snake. A fire boiled in his chest, raging for release. The other driver was going to pay for what he did to his brother. That's for damn sure.
"Can you give us the name of anyone who died in a manner similar to this?" Castiel asked the bewildered doctor.
Dean and Sam both agreed the old hospital building was creepy enough to house some kind of ghost, but the doctors didn't seem eager to help them identify patients who had offed themselves in the general vicinity.
"Why is the FBI interested in this?" the doctor asked.
"Can you answer the question?" Dean interjected before Cas said something stupid.
"No, sorry, I've only been here two years, and this is the first time I've seen anyone... do that."
"Thank you for your time," Sam said sensibly. He had caught sight of a squirmy janitor not too far from them. Either there was one hell of a mess over there, or he was waiting for them to finish up with the doctor.
The doctor rushed off, clearly put-out by the conversation. Sam made a bee-line for the guy with the mop.
"Excuse me, Floyd," Sam said, noticing his nametag. "How long have you worked here?"
"Long as I remember," replied Floyd.
"Do you remember any similar deaths to - "
"Yeah," he said quietly. "Hard to forget."
"You remember a name?" Dean pressed.
"Zach Calabrese," Floyd replied. "About twenty years ago. Badly abused by his parents, got put away here after killing a bunch of people... he was convinced his parents had him locked up because they couldn't keep him down anymore."
"He was paranoid?" Sam asked.
"Putting it lightly," the janitor replied. "This place has a lotta bad in it, but a lotta good.... Zach Calabrese, though, he made it a hard place to be in."
"Of course," Dean said, pulling Sam and Castiel away from Floyd. He had become rigid and shaky and had started to draw attention. "Thanks, uh, Floyd," Dean added.
"Zach Calabrese, now all we need is a grave."
Calabrese had been buried in the cemetery on the outskirts of town named Tearful Stones, which the asylum set up for individuals who had no family to bury them.
They waited till nightfall to drive out. Sam noticed how much faster it went, digging with Cas. He didn't need breaks and didn't seem to mind the manual labor.
Sam broke the casket opened and dropped salt over the bones. Dean did the kerosene.
"Sorry, Zach," Dean said, setting his lighter. "You're freaky murdering days are done."
The bones flared up hard and hot. They waited for the fire to burn out and, on the angel's insistence, covered the grave back up again.
Jared stumbled into the old hospital building. "I'm here to see Clark Dodds," he said to the nurse behind the desk.
"The cops just finished up with him. You'll be able to see him during regular visiting hours tomorrow. He's being moved to the main wing of the hospital," the nurse replied.
"Why?"
"The cops just kept him here till he woke up for questioning."
"They're just letting him go?"
The nurse didn't reply.
"Please, is he still here?"
"Let me check, room 156 - "
As soon as heard the number, Jared moved. After this guy slaughter his brother, he's just going to walk? No trial? The officer at the checkpoint tried to stop him, but he threw a left hook and broke the guy's nose.
Rounding the corner, he saw him, Clark Dodd, in a wheelchair being handled by some woman who might be his wife.
"Hello?" Clark said as Jared came into the room. "Can I help you?"
"Oh, I think you can do more than that," Jared said.
He wondered if blood would make his hair lie flat. Maybe it was high time he found out.
Meanwhile, down the hall, two more officers joined the fallen guard, who pointed after Jared. This was unnecessary, however, because that's when the screaming started. Both officers drew their weapons and ran.
By the time they got there, Jared Bennett was red.
Clark Dodd and his wife were already dead, but Jared kept beating on their bodies with the lamp he had picked up, blood flying all around him like a Jackson Pollack.
"Put down the weapon!" the officer ordered. "Now!"
Jared shouted, "You're helping them get away with it, you bastards. You're in on it!"
Rage sent Jared straight towards them. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The officers kept firing until their guns were empty.
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Part Four: Tables Turn
Primary Post: 09x03 Loaded Dice
Primary Post: Season 9 Fan Fiction (S9FF)