The Lost Winchester: Part 3
A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I had a bit of writers block. I hope you enjoy this part. I decided to switch the prospective to Dean’s for this part, because why not. If you want to be tagged in this series let me know.
Word Count: 1,970
Warnings: language
POV: Dean
The case me and Sammy were working was starting to become a pain in the ass. After we arrived last night we quickly got to work looking at the case. So far from what we could tell, all signs pointed to a ghoul. From what we could tell, all the bodies had been missing for a few days before being found. The thing that pointed us towards ghoul was after a day they would miraculously call and say they were on a quick trip out of town. Then Bam! They show up dead, missing a body part.
We had just spent the whole day asking everyone questions about the recent deaths. We only had one person left. Her file described her as having long brown hair with bright green eyes and was about five foot four. The bell rung, flooding the hall with anxious teens. Everyone was rushing to leave this hell hole, and I can’t blame them. It smells like teen desperation. I caught sight of her and signaled Sam that I’d found her. Seconds before she was able to leave the school we caught up. I politely tapped her on the shoulder trying to gain her attention. She noticeable tense at my touch swiftly turning to greet us. For a flash, her eyes shown with annoyance before relaxing a small amount. I quickly started in hope to get out of here as soon as possible.
"Ma'am I’m Agent Page and this is my partner Agent Plant,“ I said motioning to Sam. "We need to ask you some questions.”
"I am not trying to be rude sir, but I have work down at the mechanic shop. If I miss one more day I will lose my job.“ she quickly stated.
I was not in the mood to come back and question this chick. I glanced over at Sam to see his reaction. He looks along the same lines as me. Ready to leave.
"Ma'am I am sorry, but this cannot wait.”
Reluctantly she made her way to a private room the school had loaned us for use. On our short trip to the small room, I noticed how odd her stance was. She was slouched, but her shoulders were tense. From what I could only assume as an injury. I pointed to my shoulder getting Sam’s attention and then pointed to her. He quickly caught on and saw it for himself. The room was small with white cement bricks and short grey carpet. I motioned for her to take a seat, allowing her to sit before we followed suit. Diving right in I started with questioning her.
"Sorry to take up your time, Eve is it?“
She sat waiting for us to start the questions. We started asking normal questions as to not lead her to be suspicious. Slowly we worked our way through the odder questions we had.
"Have you see anyone you could have sworn was reported to be missing?”
“Now that I think of it the other day before I went to the hospital, In P.E. before I passed out I caught a glimpse of my teacher’s kid. I did not even remember it until you pointed it out.”
"One last question before you go. Why were you at the hospital?“ Sam asked.
I did not see his point in asking such a question, so what she went to the hospital.
"Um, nothing I just fell that’s all.”
Her gaze shifted to the side. That caught my attention, why would she lie about why she went to the hospital? Maybe this was something we needed to check out. With that last answer, the questioning was concluded. On her way out, before she made it too far out the door I caught her wrist. She immediately tensed at the touch. I gave a quick apology and handed her my card, telling her to call if she needed anything. I took note of her reaction to tell Sam. I watched as she half walked, and half ran out the school building. Turning to Sam I was met with the same look that I was feeling. His face was written with a look of questioning.
"Looks like we need to go to the hospital, Sammy.“
Without a second word, we broke out into a walk to Baby. At first glimpse of Baby, a smile etched its way onto my face. She looked as great as always with her shiny black coat. She started up with a purr. The doors squeaked with rust as Sam shut his side door. The drive to the hospital was quiet. Not a word was spoken between us, just the purr of Baby as I drove. Pulling into a parking spot I put Baby into park. Stepping out of the car we both checked our ID’s putting them into our inside jacket pocket. After readying ourselves we entered the hospital in an attempt to find out what really happened to Eve. I was hit with the extremely potent smell of disinfectants and the cold dry air of the hospital. Finding the nurses station was not too hard, nothing me giving the receptionist lady a charming smile would not fix. We were soon at the nurse’s station.
"Hello I’m Agent Page and this is Agent Plant.” Quickly we flashed our fake badges.
"We need the file of a patient that was just in here the other day. Her name is Eve Warner.“
"Sir we cannot give out patients files just because you say your FBI agents.”
Sam or should I say, Agent Plant, quickly interjected.
"If you want we could have our boss from the FBI call and tell your boss you were denying our request.“
Look at Sammy being bad cop. It was hard to not smile at his closed demeanor. The nurses face contorted in panic and she quickly apologized for her behavior rushing to get the file. She returned bearing a vanilla folder. Sam accepted it with a polite smile before turning to leave. We were quick to leave the hospital in hopes to not draw attention. The last thing we need is someone telling everyone FBI is in town. We went through the file as soon as we got back to the motel. I sat opposite of Sam at the small table in the corner of the room. The beginning of the file said the normal stuff like age, gender, race. Found out her parents are just foster parents, which got me thinking what is her actual last name. Looking at the doctors report it says that her shoulder was severely swollen and discolored. Her shoulder was dislocated with other evidence of injury. No wonder her shoulders were tense. How did she not cry out in pain when I touched her shoulder. I pointed this out to Sam.
"How did she not show any signs of pain?”
"I don’t know Dean, but get this. It says that when they took an x-ray of her shoulder while she was passed out. There was evidence of tons of broken bones that never healed properly.“
"Sam, are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
"Dean I think Eve is being abused.“
"Son of a bitch!”
This poor girl was getting beaten and there was nothing we could do about it or was there.
"Sam I have an idea. Call Bobby and ask him if he can dig up any information on Eve’s parents. Maybe they would take her back if they knew what was happening to her.“
Sam called Bobby explaining what we had found out about her situation. Before I knew it we were back on the case trying to find hints on who our ghoul could be. Searching town records and reports on grave robberies. So far nothing had popped up. How is it possible that there have been no reports of grave robberies. Sighing I shut the file I had been looking at. Picking up my keys I got ready to go get some food from a local dinner.
"I’m going to get some grub. Do you want anything?”
As normal he asked for some dawn type of salad and some fruit. I mean it is good for you but at what cost. I placed my order and was waiting when I saw Eve come out the back sporting a bruise on her jaw. Soon after I was given my order. I was furious, how could her foster parents do that to her. It was sick. I slammed the door to the motel room, dropping the food on the table. Sam jump up at the loud sound. His face was filled with concern and curiosity.
"What happened?’
"I swear to god if Bobby does not find anything soon I am going to report those disgrace of foster parents!“
My blood was boiling at this point. It took all I had not to go over and beat those foster parents senseless. I don’t even know why I cared so much, I just did.
"Dean calm down, what happened?”
I inhaled sharply before starting to explain.
"I went to the dinner up the road and right before our food was given to me, I saw Eve sporting a new bruise on her jaw.“
My heart had now returned to a normal pace. Realization dawned on Sam’s face, as he understood how it probably got there. His face mirrored the one of mine. Anger.
"I am going to call Bobby and get an update on what he has found.”
I turned to look at the clock to find bright red letters flashing 2:30 am. Before Sam could call Bobby I threw the closest thing I could find which happened to be a pillow. I was met with his classic bitch face.
"Sam it’s 2 in the morning, we should wait until tomorrow.“
He reluctantly agreed and went back to researching on his computer. I, on the other hand, turned in to catch my four hours of sleep. I woke to the sun peaking through the crappy motel window. I looked over to see Sam wide awake with coffee in hand.
"Hey, mister I never sleep, got any more of that coffee.”
"Ha ha, very funny Dean. There is some left in the pot, I just made some. I have an idea of what might narrow down our search for the ghouls.“
"Ghouls as in more than one? I’m listening.”
"I got the idea that there might be two because of the recent spike in disappearances. I think that they might live near a graveyard. This would allow them to dig from their house to the graveyard without anyone knowing. So what do you think?“
"You’re right Sam. That would explain all of the recent kills, but how do we find out which family is our right family?”
"I already know which house but you’re not going to like it, Dean.“
"Just spit it out Sam, it can’t be that bad.”
"Dean it is Eve’s parents.“
"You have got to be kidding me. What even lead you to that conclusion?”
"Just hear me out. They are the only house that lives close enough to reasonably dig to the graveyard and we know her foster parents are violent.“
As much as I wanted it to be wrong he was right. Her foster parents do match the profile down to a T, even the location matches. I can’t just brush it off as an odd match in information. We need to take them out soon before anyone else dies. I could only hope Eve is not one of them. I could not explain it but somehow I knew she was not one of them. Sighing I turned to Sam.
"Ok, you’re right. When is the best time to move out Sam?”
"Tonight.“
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