Moon's Slaves - Chapter 6
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Title: Moon's slaves
Author: pempees
Beta: bellsy
Characters: Dean Winchester, Liz Parker, Sam Winchester and other Roswell characters
Category: Supernatural/Roswell XO
Rating: From PG-13 to NC-17, in some point.
Warnings: Pairing is Dean/Liz, at least kind of. No spoilers. Set to season 3 on Supernatural. Mostly Dean POV.
Summary: Odd deaths lure Sam and Dean to Mooncroft, but they find a lot more than just a bunch of werewolves. Something that scares Dean a lot more, something he never saw coming. Suddenly Sam has to follow his brother to face ghosts from the past, and there is nothing that anyone could do - their destinys are already sealed.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5
Chapter 6:
Present Day
“The waitress? No wonder I didn't recognize her. I have seen her only once several years ago,” Sam said and Dean sat down on the bed, “But I just don't understand why you are so freaked out about her: she is just a former waitress, who has become a hunter, because of some twist of life.” Sam's words made Dean sigh.
“You have no idea. She isn't supposed to be here - actually she isn't supposed to be anywhere,” Dean said and the atmosphere started to heat up again.
“Just tell me what is going on then!” Sam tried to get Dean to talk, but that was a waste of time. Dean wasn't going to talk - instead he got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom.
“It doesn't matter,” he mumbled on his way. Sam wasn't going to give up - he got up and followed Dean.
“Dean, talk to me. There is no point in silence,” Sam appealed to Dean, but Dean just washed his face quietly. Then he took a towel and pressed his face to it. It was clear that Dean thought the conversation was closed.
“That Evelyn chick... I think you are right; she has something to do with all this. She was so... so fake. I tell you that there is something going on,” Dean said and acted like that fight about Liz never happened. Sam looked at Dean, his mouth open, but Dean just ignored it. He knew it was a mistake to talk about Liz in the first place, so only thing he could do now, was not to talk about her again.
“We should go to the library, like you suggested, and check the old news papers and dig up every last detail that is written about her,” Dean said and walked to the front door. He was ready for action - he was so ready. All the memories of Liz made Dean want to kill. It was the best way to let out the bad feelings. And after thinking of those few days in the middle of nowhere, in Roswell, he really had bad feelings.
But Sam wasn't moving. He didn't have any intention of going with Dean.
“What are you doing?” Sam asked and Dean played surprised; Sam was going to let it go, one way or another.
“I'm hunting. What are you doing?” Dean answered.
“You know I didn't mean that,” Sam said.
“Then what did you mean?” Dean asked and tried to keep himself calm. If he lost it now, Sam wouldn't let him get away with it, because it would just convince Sam that he was right.
“You know... That Liz thing,” Sam replied.
“Liz thing? There is no Liz thing. And even if there was, you wouldn't be allowed to talk about it, got it?” Dean said in a demanding voice. He failed to be calm - Sam mentioning her name was enough to push Dean over the edge. Liz's name coming out of Sam's lips - Sam's who didn't even know what he was really talking about - made Dean want to shut his brother’s mouth with his own fist. He didn't want to talk about it and Sam should understand it.
For a moment they started at each other's eyes. It was a battle of will and Dean wasn't going to lose. If he did, Sam would squeeze all the answers out of him and Dean would give them to him - and the next thing would be eternity in the Hell inside Dean's own head. There were things that should never be said out loud and that should never be told to anybody
Sam turned his eyes down and sighed - it was such a relief to Dean that he felt like smirking, but kept it in: he had won.
“So, where do we head next?”
- - -
Liz vanished from his mind, when Dean stepped into the library. He put every thought he had on Evelyn and the hunt that was on hand. He had always been good losing his concerns into a hunt. He stuffed his head so full of thoughts and work, so he just simply didn't have time to worry about something that was part of his 'normal' life. He knew that something had to be done, and he could dive in it. Nothing else mattered, when something evil had to be wasted.
Dean stepped into the library and he was determined to find answers.
- - -
Mooncroft's library looked like it hadn't been used much: dust covered every bookshelf and even the floor was dusty. There were actual visible footprints in the dust. The librarian was in his late twenties, but he dressed like teenager: he had an old Metallica T-shirt and loose jeans. He had red curly hair and glasses. He read comic books behind his desk and didn't even raise his head when Dean and Sam came in.
“That is just rude,” Dean whispered and stared at the librarian's shirt. The faded colors and stretched picture gave him chills. It was like blasphemy to Dean. He tried to look anywhere else but at the librarian. Sam sighed because of his brother and walked first to the desk. Dean came right behind him, looking nauseated.
“Excuse me,” Sam said when the librarian still wasn't noticing them. He looked up and put the comic books down.
“Well, hello. I haven't seen you here before,” the librarian said and looked at Sam from head to toe.
“I bet that you haven't seen anybody here before,” Dean said and looked at the dust on the floor. The librarian turned his head to him and looked angry.
“Did you say something?” he asked and Dean just gave him a wide fake smile.
“I'm just admiring these beautiful decorations,” Dean said, and after one evil glance the librarian turned his head back to Sam.
“Can I help you?” he asked in official voice.
“Yeah, do you have computers here with which we would be able to look through the old news papers?” Sam asked and pretended that he didn't hear a low mumble behind him: “Are you sure that computers have already come here?”
Dean really was surprised when the librarian told them that of course there are computers. While Dean and Sam walked in the direction where the librarian had told them to go, Dean checked behind every shelf. Sam followed Dean's action mouth open for a couple shelf intervals.
“What are you doing?” Sam asked, when Dean once again peeked behind the self. Dean glanced at Sam.
“Well, checking for corpses of course! Look at this place - I'm absolutely sure that at least one person has died here,” Dean told Sam. Sam sighed.
“Dean, you are unbelievable,” he said and kept walking.
“Just look at this place, Sam!” Dean tried to convince him, but Sam just kept walking forward. Dean followed, but couldn't keep himself from peeking a few more times between the shelves.
Sam sat down in front of the computer and Dean sat next to him. Usually he would have fought to be the one who uses the computer, but now he let Sam do it: somewhere deep inside him, he knew Sam had his way with technology better than him, and with his skills there was a chance that he would get the information out faster than Dean could. So basically Dean wanted the information, than to eliminate Evelyn and her buddies and then whazam - to disappear leaving the-girl-from-the-past behind.
“What was her last name? Evelyn...?” Sam wondered and looked at Dean. Dean raised his eye brows.
“You're asking me? She was talking to you,” Dean said, but tried to get the last name to his mind. It was hard, since he really wasn't paying attention. He was just studied Evelyn with his eyes. He didn't need to hear her voice to tell him that there was something off about her.
“Shade, Evelyn Shade,” Sam said soon and he didn't wait Dean to say anything: he just typed her name and hit the search button. The computer needed a little time to find all the results. When the text “10 hits found” appeared, Sam and Dean leaned forward. Sam used the mouse and looked at the articles: there was an article about her being year's first baby, a couple of stories about their family business - they were florists - and two articles about her and her swimming team.
“Wow! I doubted that this town could get any boring, but I was wrong,” Dean said when Sam had clicked on an article which told how Evelyn planted a beautiful flower planting outside the library. They didn't bother reading it. Sam took the next article: “Only one survived from beast attack”
Sam and Dean exchanged quick glances before both of them started to read. They knew they had hit a jackpot. The article was about an incident that had happened several years ago: Evelyn and her friends had been out and about. An unidentified beast had attacked them, and the only survivor was Evelyn. She had been covered in blood and her neck had been filled with bite marks. Dean pulled himself away from the computer; he didn't need to read the end of it - everything was clear now.
“That bitch is going down,” Dean announced. Sam read the end of the article, and pulled away from the screen.
“So Evelyn is a werewolf. She is stamping around the city turning people to werewolves, but for what?” Sam wondered and kept staring the photo on the screen. There was 18 year-old Evelyn lying in a hospital bed, and the bite marks were clearly visible.
“Evelyn Shade is what?” voice asked behind them and the brothers turned around. The librarian stood behind them staring at them horrified. Dean quickly took a turn to answer, because he suspected that Sam would say something stupid.
“Listen carefully, Dick -”
“Jesse”
“Whatever. Just listen now. Me and my buddy here - we are actually from FBI and a word 'werewolf' is actually just a code word,” Dean explained and Sam just kept a straight face, when relief spread on Jesse's face, when he bought the whole story without even questioning it.
“I was scared for a moment. How freaky would it be if there was an actual werewolf in this town,” Jesse said and smiled a goofy smile. Dean replied to that with a little forced smile - Sam managed to look understanding better.
“Do you know where she lives?” Sam asked.
“Yeah, she lives right next to my mommy. I could take you there in a minute, my shift is ending and I'm heading home,” Jesse said, and Dean had to hide his laughter under coughs. The dude was almost thirty and still living with mother - not to mention that he called her 'mommy'.
“Well, thanks for the offer, but we can't accept that. It’s a work thing, you know. So if you could just give us the address,” Sam said and Dean got his coughing under control.
“Yeah that would be great,” Dean accompanied Sam's words.
“Of course, fine. Follow me,” Jesse said and walked back to his desk. Dean and Sam followed him - Sam had first made sure that the memory of the computer was erased.
“You really scared me with that werewolf word you know, because actually I could imagine her to be that. First that attack to her and her friends and she's the only survivor, and the next month, her parents got attacked and killed, but Evelyn had no idea where she was during that. And then she left town and when she came back few months ago people started to go missing,” Jesse talked while he searched for paper, wrote the address and then handed it over to Sam. Dean grabbed it from Sam's hand, because he knew he would drive.
“So, her parents are dead?” Dean asked looking at the paper and Jesse nodded eagerly.
“Yeah, they were attacked by some weird beast. There are whispers that it was a wolf, and the most brave ones whisper that it was,” Jesse looked quickly to around them that no one was listening, which was unnecessary since the library was empty, and lowered his voice, “a man turned into a wolf.”
“Pretty superstitious people around here?” Dean asked and tried to create a mocking smile on his face.
“Yeah, but thanks a lot, Jesse,” Sam said and left the library taking Dean with him.
“It was my pleasure!” Jesse yelled after them, and Dean just rolled his eyes at him. Yeah sure, you Metallica raper.
* * *
Dean didn't think even for a second when he pressed the gas and started to search for the address that was written on the piece of paper he was holding in his fist. Sam had barely gotten into the car, when Dean started to drive like a maniac, but Sam noticed nothing weird in Dean's way of driving: he thought that he was a crazy driver all the time.
Sam started to talk, but Dean really didn't listen. He said something about werewolves and Evelyn and her parents... But Dean let it all just run pass his ears. Only the thought in his mind was to solve this case, and they were already so close. Dean drove faster than Sam could talk and they reached the house - Evelyn's house - before Sam had stopped his speech about whatever he was talking about at the moment.
Dean left the car in the middle of Sam's sentence and determined he ran to the house. Sam came a little behind him.
“Dean, hello,” Sam called when Dean took his lock pick out of his pocket.
“What?” Dean asked a little grumpier that he was planning to.
“You can't just pick the lock open - Evelyn could be inside,” Sam said and Dean just looked at him.
“So?” For a moment they looked at each other - neither of them really understanding what was happening in the other one's head.
“Well, fine,” Dean gave in and knocked before Sam had time to reply.
“Dean! What are we going to say to her?”
“'Hey, we were in a neighborhood and we came to kill you',” Dean suggested and knocked again, when no one came to open. Sam just rolled his eyes. But his worries were unnecessary, because no one opened the door for them. There was also no car in the driveway, and the house was dark.
“Can I now go in?” Dean asked, but didn't wait for an answer. The door was opened in a few seconds, and immediately Dean was inside. His hand held the gun ready, when his eyes explored the dark house. The door closed, when Sam came in - Dean didn't need to look back, because he knew his brother had his gun ready and every sense active. After a few gestures, the boys split up - Dean headed left, it seemed that the living room was there, and Sam moved right, forward to the stairway and the second floor.
The house wasn't big. A living room and a dining space were actually in the living room, and they were connected to a kitchen with a small door way. From the kitchen there was a door to a utility room with a back door.
When Sam came back down, Dean had already put his gun down and was searching for something in the fridge. There were all kinds of meat: sausages, raw stakes, cooked stakes, mincemeat, hams... Dean grabbed one sausage and closed the door. He ate it and smiled at Sam.
“This girl is true meat eater,” Dean said and Sam just sighed. Dean felt that he had done that a lot lately - or then he just had realized that annoying habit today.
“Found anything?” Sam asked.
“Nothing - no secret basement full of evil werewolves, no werewolf puppys: nothing,” Dean said, his mouth full of sausage.
“Yeah, same here. I doubted that this would be her army's nest,” Sam mumbled while looking around him. Dean wiped his hands in his jeans while turning to the fridge to take another one.
“We just have to wait for her and....,” his sentence was left unfinished when he noticed an old shabby picture under all the useless papers fastened to the fridge's door.
“Or maybe we don't have to wait,” Dean said when he took the picture under all the papers. Sam walked closer to see what Dean had found.
In the picture were an old wooden house and an old barn. In front of them stood a happy looking couple and a small girl, and all of them were smiling happily at the camera. Sam took the picture out of Dean's hands and looked on the other side.
'Shades -82'
While Sam was looking at the picture Dean was already going to the door. He didn't need to stare at the picture, he already knew that Evelyn had the army in there - he knew it like he knew that she was holding them at her house
“Dean, where are you going?” Sam asked. Dean stopped and turned to him.
“To see if someone wants to buy a stupid little brother,” Dean said and smirked at Sam. Sam walked to Dean, he didn't feel like joking around.
“You are not funny at all, you know that?” Sam said, holding the picture in his hand.
“We can't rush out without a plan. You are acting really strangely. We don't even know the address!” Sam said, and Dean realized that he was right, but it didn't mean that he would admit it. Dean glanced outside and noticed Jesse driving to the next house's yard.
“Maybe not yet. But our Jason -boy can tell us that,” and without explaining anything to Sam, Dean got out of the house. He didn't even check if Sam followed him, when he rushed towards Jesse.
“Hey, James!” Dean yelled as he hurried to him. Jesse raised his head and his face looked unpleased when he noticed Dean.
“It's Jesse,” he corrected.
“Yeah, whatever John. I was wondering... I and my partner just noticed that Miss Shade isn't at home. Would you know where she could be?” Dean asked without wondering. Jesse looked a little surprised, but pleased at the same time, because FBI needed his help.
“Well, there is a chance that she is at her parents old house or...,” Jesse started, but Dean was too anxious to wait Jesse to finish.
“Oh yeah? You know an address to there?”
“I think my mommy got it. I heard that she is trying to make it habitable again,” Jesse explained, but again Dean didn't want to hear anything that wasn't important.
“Would you mind going and getting that address? Like now. This is federal business, you know, and I bet you wouldn't like to be in the way of it,” Dean said, putting just a little threat in his voice so Jesse understood that he should go now.
Jesse did understand it, and he was almost inside when Sam appeared next to Dean.
“I bet you had some genius idea,” Sam said in a sarcastic voice, but Dean filtered the sarcasm away from it and grinned.
“Oh yeah. We are getting the address as we speak. Our little librarian is really helpful when you hint him about the federal business,” Dean explained and Sam nodded. Neither of them said anything until Jesse came back with another paper.
“Here you go, agents. Hope you find her,” Jesse said and gave the paper to Dean.
“Thanks. Bye, Arnold,” Dean said and was already walking away from him. Sam tried to be nicer: he smiled to Jesse and said:
“Thanks for you help, Jesse.” Then he hurried to Dean.
“Oh, and by the way. You probably shouldn't say anything to Evelyn even if you see her. You know, federal,” Dean looked back and yelled to Jesse. He didn't stay for the answer, instead he hopped into the Impala and smiled to Sam when he came too.
“Let's go grill some werewolves.”
* * *
They had to leave the Impala on the side of the road, and walk the rest of the way - it would have been too startling to drive in the yard. They had packed a bag full of guns and weapons and now they were walking in silence towards the old wooden house.
If Evelyn didn't keep her buddies there, it would at least be the perfect place: it was distant, and there were no neighbors, it looked deserted and especially the barn looked like a really appropriate place to hide a lot of people.
Dean still only let the thoughts of the mission in his head and it still worked. The-girl-from-the-past image hadn't haunted him since they stepped into the library. Sam was next to him, as silent as himself, and he looked really thoughtful too.
When they came closer to the house, they moved closer to the trees and tried to be as invisible as possible. If they were right and there were at least 10 werewolves, they would be badly outnumbered, even though they were just humans now when the sun was shining. Ten against two didn't have good odds, but the boys had a plan to try killing Evelyn first - that would maybe calm the rest of them down, or confuse them enough.
“Let's check the barn first?” Dean suggested and looked at Sam. He just nodded and they aimed their steps towards it. Both of them bent down a little bit and walked as fast and quietly as they could towards the barn, eyes constantly searching for something alarming. When they reached one wall, they leaned against it and they started to move along it searching for a peaking hole or a window to see through. Dean moved first, so he was the first one to see a dirty window, which someone had tried to cover with a black blanket.
Dean gestured Sam to come closer and showed him the window. It must be their lucky day since the blanket wasn't attached properly and the other side of it was hanging loose. Still the window was so dirty that it was hard to see what was happening inside. The brothers were glued to the window and saw a bunch of people inside. Evelyn was with them and in the middle of everybody was Dana: she was tied up in a chair.
“Son of a....”
“Let me guess, bitch?” female said behind them and the boys turned to her. There she was again - Dean felt a pinch in his stomach as he watched the stone face of Liz Parker. She had pulled her hat deeper into her head, and stared at them under it.
“Yeah, that is the word I was searching for. Thanks for finding it for me,” Dean said and tried to grin, but all he got out was ugly grimace.
“How could I make you believe, that this just isn't your case?” Liz wondered.
“How could I make you believe, that this just is our case?” Dean threw back and Liz gave him a cold smile.
“Funny as always.”
“If you had stayed for breakfast with us this morning, you would have heard more of my lovely jokes,” Dean said even though it was hard to speak. Liz's presence made even the air colder around him and the words tried to get stuck in his throat. Back then, air had become warmer and even when Liz was sad everything was calmer, happier, just better.
“I don't like abusive men,” Liz said and glared at Dean. Dean answered to the glare, but it was hard. Even those warm chocolate eyes were now cold and forbidding.
Sam took a step back and let the kids fight their own battle.
“And I don't like annoying bitches,” Dean answered, which made Liz's eyes darken even more.
“So it's bitch now? What happened to the princess?” Liz asked and there was a weird glimpse in her eyes. Dean noticed that immediately and got a little hopeful. That was hurt in there.
“I think the princess disappeared at the same time when the old Liz did,” Dean said in a calm and stable voice. As opposite, Liz's voice started to sound angrier.
“Is that my fault? You think I wanted this?” Liz asked and her eyes were suddenly full of emotions. The air around Dean started to sparkle with colors, when Liz's guard started to drop.
“Whose it is, if not yours?” Dean asked. Liz's statement made him feel that he was wrong about Liz the whole time. He had always thought Liz as a girl who took responsibility for her actions.
“Yours.”
“What? Mine? How could it be mine?” Dean was surprised. They had spent only a few days together seven years ago, and it was his fault that Liz was only a shadow of what she used to be?
“You didn't save me.”
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