Dean Winchester

Time:

10:02 pm.

Who: Dean and Sam Winchester
When: January 23rd
Where: Lincoln, Nebraska
Rating: PG 13
Notes: Sam and Dean are on a road trip. Trying to stop the seals from being opened and the Devil himself from being released. Brothers are investigating mysterious deaths.

Dean looked over his little brothers shoulder as a website slowly opened.

“Come on, can’t this thing go any faster,” Dean asked.

“Well, the hotel service is a little slow. Plus, all those Asian porn websites you’ve been going to aren’t helping the speed any,” Sam retorted.

“It’s research.”

“Yeah…call it whatever you want, just make sure you wash your hands before touching my keyboard again okay?”

Dean smacked Sam upside the head. “Shut up…now are you going to keep me in suspense or are you going to tell me your theory.”

“Athena.”

“Athena…as in the Greek Goddess Athena? That would be new. We’ve faced everything else, why not a Greek goddess. That’s insane Sam.”

The site finally opened and Sam clicked on a story.

“Tell me if this doesn’t sound familiar. It’s the story of Cecrops of Athens… Athena gave his three daughters a box and they were told never to open it, inside was a future king, but when they opened it, the baby had a snake coiled around its body. It’s said that the two sisters that opened it went insane or were killed by the snake.”

“Okay…What else you got? The spider bite thing…how is that connected to Athena.”

“A weaver named Archane said she was better than Athena. And being a god she was prone to being arrogant. They had a contest. Archane depicted pictures of the not so great moments of the deities. She got cranky again and turned her into a spider.”

“So,” Dean said pacing the room. “Whatever is causing these deaths is related to Athena?”

“She was more than a just a goddess, she was the goddess of strategic warfare, wisdom, and heroic endeavor. They built statues to her just because she remained a virgin.”

“What if, whoever or whatever is behind this, is using Athena stories to get back at men. Say an ex-girlfriend who went a little homicidal maybe?”

“Michael’s mistress.”

“Would be a good start. Unfortunately, his wife may not know who her husband slept with or how many affairs. There could be a lot of women out there with a grudge against him. Maybe he promised to leave his wife and never did.”

“You’re right Sammy. That’s why we’re gonna go talk to some of Mikey’s buddies. Maybe some of them know who which girlfriend went Glenn Close on the husband and…”

“And if we find out who the other guy who died was dating…”

“We find a match. We have our girl,” Dean said with a smirk. “Dude, we should totally have been detectives. But not the lame kind.”

“What? Like Dick Tracy?”

“Madonna was hot in that wasn’t she?”

“Dean…go get us some food. I’m going to see if I cant find out some information on our spider guy.”

Tech Town…

Sam and Dean, dressed in suits, went inside Tech Town, the town’s electronics store. The guy who was bit by the spiders, Samuel Spade, worked here. So the duo went in as detectives to talk to some of the other employees.

“Hello, Welcome to Tech Town. Can I show you some of our plasma screens,” a salesman asked.

Dean pulled out his fake ID and badge.

“I’m Detective Chris Bale. This is my partner Mike Cain. We’d like to ask you a few questions about Samuel Spade. Guy who use to work here?”

“I thought they ruled his death accidental. Spider bites. Why’d the send cops?”

“We’re just looking at it from a different angle,” Sam said. “Now, was Mr. Spade dating anyone or recently break up with someone?”

“You’re joking right?”

Dean looked at the man with a straight face. “Sir, we don’t joke around in our precinct. People end up dead. Now answer my partner’s question.”

“Spade was a hound. He had his share of conquests. Was a real love them and leave them.”

“Any particular woman you can think of got maybe a little too obsessive with him? Thought there was more going on than there actually was,” Dean asked.

“There was one a couple months ago. Megan…something. I can’t remember her last name. Went out with Spade for a couple weeks. They were pretty hot and heavy, until he got tired of her. She didn’t take it very well. She came here a few times causing a scene. He even had to get a restraining order on her.”

“Do you know where she lives,” Sam asked.

He only knew the neighborhood. So the brothers headed out in that direction.

“Okay Sammy. Any of the addresses in that book match a Megan in this direction?”

“A Megan Weston. Lives a few blocks from here.”

“So, we both on the same page. Thinking she’s our girl?”

“It’s pretty likely. I mean same neighborhood and first name. She’s probably the one.”

Dean looked uncomfortable. “How do we handle this? I mean, its not often our bad guy is human. She’s just a little obsessed with greek mythology. What if she gets mad at us and chains us to a boulder and has buzzards peck out our livers?”

“We probably shouldn’t do anything just yet. We have to be absolutely certain it’s her. And if it is her, we have to figure out how she did it.”

“If it is her…she has to be working some kind of mojo. These two deaths were way to weird to be done by some kind of psycho-bitch.”

After a short drive they arrived at Megan’s house. Dean knocked on the door, a young woman opened the door. She was a little over five feet, long brown hair and piercing blue eyes.

“Can I help you,” she asked Dean who was staring at her.

Dean couldn’t help but stare. He knew that it was possible she was evil, but she was a smoking hottie. She had a Megan Fox look going for her.

“Uh…yes,” he held out his ID badge. “Chris Bale. My partner, Mike Cain. We’re here to talk about Samuel Spade. Can we come in?”

“You don’t think I killed him do you? I haven’t seen him or even thought about him in weeks.”

“We’re just covering all our areas,” Sam said politely.

She let them in and she discussed their relationship as Dean walked around the room, looking for any kind of evidence the woman was working a magic spell or something.

“I’ll admit I didn’t handle the break up well. I loved him. I gave him my heart and soul and he threw me out like yesterday’s trash. I hate guys like that. They think they’re God’s gift to women.”

Sam glanced towards Dean. “Yeah, I know the type.”

Dean turned to his brother and glared at him.

“Guys like that just need to be dealt with.”

“Like Samuel.”

“No, they don’t deserve to die…you’re twisting my words. They just need to learn how to treat women better. After things with Sam ended, I went to therapy. She’s really helped me a lot with my issues. I’m not like that anymore.”

After about five more minutes of fruitless conversation, the brothers left.

“So, what do you think,” Sam said as they headed to the car.

“Girl has her issues. But I couldn’t find anything in that house that would lead me to thinking she’s packing some kind of wiccy powers or calling on some Greek goddess to do her bidding. Never say this Sammy…but this one really has me stumped. We need to go back to research mode. Find another link.”

“I’ll call Bobby. See if he has any ideas.”

A few hours later…

“Thanks Bobby,” Sam said into his phone. He closed it and sat on the bed. Dean looked up from the computer.

“Well, Bobby have anything.”

“He pretty much came to the same conclusion as me. Athena. However, he does have an alternative theory.”

“Shoot.”

“Bobby said he heard about this shop in Chicago that deals with antique items that, get this, are cursed by the devil.”

“That’s new. So, one of the women in this tangled web is using a cursed object?”

“He made some calls and it seems there was a pack of tarot cards at that store, but somehow all the cards were distributed to different people. Bobby thinks that someone might have a tarot card called The Justice Card.”

“Would make sense,” Dean said typing the card into Google. “Woman scorned out for some Justice. Men die in the way characters who crossed Athena did. But on the other hand, we still only have two deaths. Two points make a line. Not a connection.”

“Well, we can look into records to see if anyone else has died in a greek tragedy in this town…or others.”

Dean snapped and pointed to his brother. “Bingo. Now we’re cooking.”

Across town…

A man runs out of his office, quickly locking the door behind him. Its pouring rain at the moment and he forgot his umbrella in his car. He runs to his car so he doesn’t get too soaked, but he stops in his tracks.

“What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk,” she said.

“I told you, we have nothing more to discuss.”

She gets close to him and slips a card into his jacket. “I think we’re just getting warmed up.”

“We’re finished. Just get over it.”

“Fine…have it your way,” she said as she stormed off.

Lightning streaked across the sky. The man quickly gets into his car and tries to start it, but the engine won’t rev up.”

“Come on!”

He tries again. He shoves his foot on the gas, just as a lightning bolt streaks through his car window, killing the man instantly, but sadly it didn’t end there. The car explodes in a blazing inferno.

In the shadows, the woman watches a smile creeping on her face. She holds out her hand as the card mysteriously re-appears in her hand.

It’s The Justice card in a tarot deck.

She turns and walks the opposite direction laughing to herself as sirens sound behind her.

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Time:

10:01 pm.

Who: Dean and Sam Winchester
When: January 21st
Where: On the road to Nebraska
Rating: PG 13
Notes: Sam and Dean are on a road trip. Trying to stop the seals from being opened and the Devil himself from being released.

The Impala roared down the back roads of some no name town as Dean Winchester rocked out to Whitesnake’s “Here I Go Again”. His brother Sam rubbed his forehead as Dean sang loudly and off key along with the classic rock band.

“Dean.”

But his brother didn’t hear him. He was too busy rocking out.

“Dean,” Sam said louder this time turning down the music.

“Sammy we’ve been through this. Never touch a man’s music when he’s rocking out. It’s a law.”

“Yeah, I studied law. I don’t remember it.”

“You weren’t looking in the right books then. So tell me more about this case since you’ve ruined my fun,” Dean said turning a small glare to his brother.

“There have been a lot of mysterious deaths up in Lincoln. A couple guys. Married man found a bassinet out on his front door and when he opened it, it turned out to be poisonous snakes. Another guy was bitten by spiders.”

“Sounds like plagues. Think Lilith is some way involved?”

“Possibly,” Sam said flipping through one of his books. “But something about this is kind of familiar.”

“What else could it be?”

“Not sure. Won’t know until we poke around. Talk to the widow and spider guy’s family.”

“Awesome. Until then…”

Dean turns his music back up and speeds up as he the duo head to Lincoln, Nebraska.

A day later the two brothers found a motel in town and got into their suits. The first stop was to the widow of the man who had found a bassinet in his front porch.

They knocked on the front door and a tired looking young woman opened the door.

“Yes? Can I help you,” she asked.

“Mrs. Carmichael.” Dean said pulling out his badge. “I’m Agent Young. This is my partner Agent Johnson.”

Sam looked at Dean for a second and turned to the woman. “We’re here to talk to you about your husband’s death.”

“I told the police everything I know. Why would the FBI be involved,” she asked.

“Well, it’s possible that your husbands’ death could be the work of a serial killer that we’ve been tracking. Uncle Sam sent us to check, just to be thorough. Could we come inside,” Dean asked.

She nodded and let them in.

She hands Dean a picture of her and her husband. “That was Michael. I still can’t believe he’s gone. Who would do that to him?”

“We don’t know. Did your husband have any enemies? People who might have a grudge against him,” Sam asked.

“I already went through this with the police…”

“We know,” Dean said trying to calm her. “We just want to hear it from you. You know police files. It’s always written from the officer’s point of view.”

“It will help our investigation.”

She sighed. “They suspected me at first. My husband…he wasn’t always faithful. But we were working on our marriage when he died. Counseling, marriage therapy, everything we could think of. He was even going to quit his job at the law office. Wanted to start his own firm.”

She wiped tears from her eyes.

“I never knew who he had the affair with, maybe one of them went after them.”

“Walk us through the day your husband died. The reports said something about a bassinet. Seemed kind of strange wouldn’t you think,” Sam asked.

“I don’t quite understand it myself. The bassinet was covered. So, he couldn’t see what was inside. The note said not to open it until I got home. He was always impatient. When he opened it…”

She took a breath.

“There were snakes inside…they somehow attacked him before he could get away. Is there anything else? I really don’t want to talk about this.”

Dean nodded. “Of course ma’am. We’re sorry to bring this up.”

The brothers both stood. “Is there anyway we could poke around in his office? Might catch something the cops missed.”

She nodded and went to a desk drawer and pulled out a key ring.

“This is to his office downtown. The other one is for his personal storage unit. Stuff he couldn’t let go of during his single days. Might find something there too.”

Dean took the keys. “Thank you very much. And we’re sorry for your loss.”

The two got into their car and headed to the storage unit.

“Something about this sounds familiar,” Sam said reading over the notes.

“What in snakes in a bassinet ringing on your weird vibes?”

“I’ve heard of something like that before. I just can’t remember where. The spider bite thing too.”

“Relax genius. We’ll figure it out. We always do. You brains, me brawn,” Dean said with a smirk.

“Kind of feel sorry for the widow though. Real tragedy,” Sam said closing his note pad and rubbing his eyes.

“So, any ideas on what we could be up against Sammy?”

“Well, the murders seem to all be targeting males. But snakes and spiders? Just doesn’t make sense. Where have I heard all of this before?”

Dean pulled into the parking lot of the storage unit.

“Tell you what, we’ll poke around here, see if we find a lead, get some food and then you can do whatever you do on that computer of yours to find what all this stuff might mean.”

The two got out and looked around the storage unit.

“Well, will say this, guy has typical single guy stuff. Futon, dartboard, dude…is that what I think it is,” Dean asked going to a huge box.

“Dean…”

“It is. Heh heh! Dirty magazine stash. Michael you old hound,” Dean said flipping through it. He opens the centerfold. “Well, hello Miss October.”

“Dean. We don’t have time for that. Are you going to help or what?”

“Relax Sammy; don’t get your panties in a bunch.”

Dean put the magazine in his jacket and looked around, moving some stuff and finds a black book.

“Bingo. Got it.”

“Got what,” Sam asked.

“His black book, we make some calls find out who some of the last people dated were. Woman scorned,” he said waving the black book.

Sam eyes popped open. Dean knew that look.

“What?”

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