Salt and Blood 6/25
Chapter 6
To those who are not familiar with Dexter:
Who is Harry Morgan?
Harry was a cop and Dexter's foster dad. He realized early that Dexter had the urge to kill and that he could do nothing about it. However, Harry could form and channel it. He gave Dexter the Code with the most important rule to never kill an innocent (which equals to only kill killers). When Dexter proudly showed him one of his victims Harry realized what he'd done and committed suicide but the official cause of death is heart failure. In moments of stress Dexter sees Harry and seeks his advice.
I spent half the day with Sam Winchester - or Page as he preferred to be called at that time - going over the evidence from the Bay Harbor Butcher case.
God, I hate that name.
While we were talking I tried to get to know Sam better. Beyond the facade of pretending being a journalist. He and his brother weren't here to write a book. But it had to be important enough to take the risk of getting recognized by one of the officers around. Or by the lab guy but I wouldn't tell anybody.
Maybe the bank in Milwaukee had been a job for money but that other thing? The women tortured and killed? I know the handwriting of a serial killer when I see it.
Sam, however, was fully focused on the case. With some sidetracks to my personal experiences with Doakes.
"Did it ever go too far?" He asked. "Like drawing blood?" He said it casual but in a pressing manner like this was an important question. I recognized the tone, I used it every time I wanted to get some answers. Usually those questions lead to somebody on my table. Was Sam sizing me up? That could be interesting.
"He hit me once in the office." I answered because that was something others would tell him as well. "No blood."
Sam nodded and turned his attention back to the things in front of him. Everything in plastic bags and labeled. The FBI had wanted to take it all but LaGuerta stomped her foot and they only took a few things. Like my box of blood slides. I was glad it wasn't there but the case with my tools was.
Sam had a morbid interest in those and I had to leave for a second. Seeing my tools again which I had prepared with Doakes fingerprints stirred some long forgotten emotions. I had to step out of the room. Leaning against the wall, hands on my knees I took some deep breaths.
When I got back into the room Sam slipped something into his pocket but a quick glance over the plastic bags on the table told me that there was nothing missing. What did he really want? I had no idea but whatever it was, he had gotten it or had come to the conclusion he wouldn't find it here because he was ready to leave.
Back in the office Masuka told him that his partner had left and Sam hurried to follow him. He thanked me with a warm smile and told me how helpful I'd been and then he was gone.
"Debra had lunch with the other guy." Masuka told me with a look in Debra's direction. I didn't know what to say to that and fled to my office.
While Sam had kept me busy Dean had made his move on Debra. Had he chosen her as his next victim? I wasn't sure what to think about the whole situation. If he really was after Debra, this was a rather big cover story. Why even bother with a cover story? The whole department knew him by now. It would have been easier for him to get to her on other ways. This didn't make sense.
I called Rita and told her I wouldn't come over today. I had work to do. I wanted to start my research on the Winchester brother in earnest because all I knew about them based on my scratchy memory of what I had heard in the news. And that wasn't reliable at all.
Before I could start with that Deb told me she had a date with Dean Winchester.
With her still living with me in my apartment I had the honor to judge her outfit. Other than "It looks nice" I had no idea what to say but I wasn't really comfortable with the whole dating Dean Winchester thing to be honest.
My sister spent way to much time around serial killers for my liking. And if that wasn't an odd thought. I sighed.
Debra looked down at herself, hands spread and a look of disgust on her face.
"You're right, this looks awful." Muttering under her breath she went back to the bedroom to change once again.
Later that evening Dean picked her up and I followed them. I was pretty sure he wouldn't do anything in a public place and half the department knew they were out so he'd be suspect number one if anything happened. I wasn't sure what to think about Dean but he wasn't stupid.
They went to a bar I knew Deb liked, Dean parked his car - a shiny but old muscle car which screamed badass, why wasn't I surprised - and laughing they disappeared through the entrance door. I heard the music and saw people having fun. I was temped to stay but I didn't see any danger for Deb. Tonight wasn't the night. And while she was here I had my apartment for myself and could get some work done.
I turned the computer on, brew me some coffee and settled in for a long night. I wouldn't go to sleep till Deb was home anyway.
First of all, Sam Page and Dean Grant were indeed Sam and Dean Winchester. That was the one straight answer I got. Everything else …
At first sight it looked like a solid case, at second sight, however, things didn't add up. I only had limited access to their files from here and even then I could tell something was off.
"You have to be sure." Harry said.
"Stick to the code, I know." I answered but he was gone. I turned my attention back at the computer.
Dean Winchester was far from innocent - same for his brother - but was he a murderer?
Deb came home later that night, safe and sound.
"Waiting up, big brother?" She teased me when she found me still awake. I closed my laptop so she wouldn't see the mugshots of the Winchester brothers grinning at her. Okay, they didn't grin. Sam actually looked like he was embarrassed to the bone and Dean played it cool, but you know what I mean.
"It's my job to care for my little sister." I played along. "Had fun?"
Head in the fridge I couldn't make out the words and when her head appeared over the open door she was chewing on something.
"It was great." She said around whatever she had in her mouth.
"You like him." It wasn't a question. I didn't have to be empathic to get that.
She swallowed and washed it down with half a bottle of orange juice.
"Fuck." She set the bottle aside on the counter and closed the fridge. "Yeah, I think I like him."
Her expression got dreamy and she wished me a good night before she closed the bedroom door behind her.
I'm not going to kill my sister, I reminded myself when I put the bottle back in the fridge. But it was about time for her to get her own place again.
I got ready for the night as well, but I couldn't sleep. What did the Winchesters want? That was the big question and I had no clue.
First thing in the morning I made some calls and by lunch I had the complete files of both Winchesters in my e-mails.
I hadn't time to read them properly but I skipped through them and my first impression was that they were thrown together in a haste.
We got a match on the DNA samples of both the baseball beaten victim and one of his attackers. Turned out the victim had been a known drug dealer named David Rico and the other one was a thug of one of the bosses he had worked for.
Debra and the others went out to arrest Vince the thug and an hour later I was called to the scene.
Looked like Vince got on somebody's bad side as well.
A ran down house in a ran down neighborhood and in the middle of that lay Vince with three bullets in his chest. His apartment looked like a hurricane had been through there - which had happened after Vince had been shot, the blood splatters were disturbed - and under the table Masuka found a pair of shoes too small for Vince's feet.
"Told you." Masuka laughed and made a sniffing sound. "Shoe fetish."
Debra took one shoe from him and after a second found the sliced sole. "Or maybe he kept some of the drugs in here?" She asked and dropped the shoe in an evidence bag. "We are in the middle of a fucking drug war."
Which meant I could go back to the lab to analyze what we got while the cops would asked around. This wasn't exactly the neighborhood where people actually talked to cops but they would try anyway. And maybe me and Masuka had some answers by the time they got back to the station.
However, the case kept me occupied for the rest of the day and when Rita called asking if I would be there for dinner I couldn't say no.
"Dexter." I was greeted with an exited yell and then I had Cody in my arms. Ruffling his hair I made may way fully into the house. A rich and appetizing smell came out of the kitchen along with Rita who pressed a kiss on my cheek.
"Astor, Cody, set the table please." She said over her shoulder while she pressed her body warm against mine. "How was your day?"
"Long." Was the honest answer. "And with you folks?"
I listened to them talking about their day over dinner and I wondered if that was normal. If that was like it should be.
We watched some TV together and I laughed with the kids and fooled around with Cody and it was good. Later after the kids were in bed Rita and I had some time for ourselves and I actually enjoyed just sitting next to her on the couch. She rested her head at my shoulder and we talked in low voices and I can't even tell what we were talking about.
I was up earlythe morning because I wanted to work on my side project before the day got busy.
As one of the first in the department I enjoyed the comfortable silence. With a mug of coffee I sat down and opened my emails.
"Okay, Dean Winchester." I said clicking on his file. "Who are your really and what have you done?"
Having a closer look at Dean Winchester's file it got weirder by the minute. First I focused on the St. Louise case, the tortured and murdered women. The FBI had them all pinned to Dean despite the fact that he could only be connected to the last victim, Rebecca Warren, the one who survived. According to her she was the one who had called Sam after her brother had been arrested for murdering his girlfriend. So Dean hadn't even been around for the other murders.
And the killer had been shot in Rebecca Warren's living room. Later, after a pretty much alive Dean Winchester had been arrested in Baltimore, the FBI assumed that he had faked his death and most likely had been responsible for the other killings as well.
Looking at the crime scene pictures I had to admit it seemed like the same person had been responsible for all of this. But before I could analyze the pictures in detail, Masuka interrupted me.
"Somebody had fun last night." He said with his pervert grin on his face. I followed his line of sight and spotted Deb who was coming in late. Her hair was a mess and she was wearing the same clothes like the day before.
Great, did she have another date with Dean?
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