Part 7 - A Lead or Another Dead End?
There was another death in the
town. The victim was Johnny
Gonsalvez. Except the way they were
killed, Gonsalvez and Collins had nothing in common. While Collins was a big shot, Gonsalvez was a
drug addict who spent most nights on the streets sleeping by the grates to stay
warm. They belonged to two opposite ends
of the social spectrum. A few hours ago,
Gonsalvez was found dead on Main Street in a circle with the same exact symbols
as were in the circle Collins was found in.
Cause of death? The heart was
missing. The body had already been
transported when Dean, Sam, and Emery arrived on the crime scene. The police were still there so Dean made his
inquiries while Sam and Emery headed towards the circle with symbols. It looked exactly the same as the one Collins
was found in. Wait, it was exactly the
same except...
"Sammy?"
"It's Sam!"
Sam's tone was rather rude, which made Emery uneasy. Sam never behaved like that; this was his
brother's style. "Sorry... I... I just
don't like anyone calling me Sammy." Sam
was truly sorry for snapping at her like that.
Emery could see on his face that it was more of an instinctive
response.
"Anyone
but Dean." This wasn't a question but
merely a statement. Sam simply nodded
and got back to observing the symbols.
This might've seemed rude to someone else but Emery actually
smiled. These brothers would do anything
for each other. They weren't very vocal
about it but Emery knew that if the time came, they would go to the ends of the
earth for each other. Hell, they
had. No matter how much she hated Dean's
attitude towards her, this was one thing she loved about him. He was a true big brother, always looking out
for his little brother. Always
protecting him. She could identify with
that. Sam almost reminded her of' Get back to work. Get back to work. She had to focus on work before her thoughts
wandered to dangerous places.
"So Sam,
notice that?" Emery pointed at a few symbols right in the middle of the circle.
"Is that
Greek?"
Emery
nodded. "It means final."
"For
Collins, it said first." Sam picked up on what had intrigued Emery.
"Exactly." This was their first critical clue, but what
did it mean? Final, as in final, final?
No more deaths? What did this all mean?
More importantly, what the hell was behind all this?
And so Emery
immersed herself in the job. This had
been her strategy for years. She would
never sit still. It was always one job
after the other to get her mind off the things she shouldn't be thinking
about. The thoughts that would take her
years ago to a time when she lost everything.
"So the police say that the victim was
Johnny Gonsalvez, the town scum," Dean said joining Sam and Emery next the
circle.
"Hey, the guy's dead. Show some
respect." Emery deadpanned.
"Darling, the facts don't change just
because you're dead." Dean and Emery
continued their staring match and as usual, Sam had to butt in.
"Uhh Dean? Anything else?"
"No, not much. Seems like his heart was ripped out also when
he was alive, though forensics has yet to confirm it. Other than what's right
in front of you, the two victims had nothing in common."
While walking back to the Impala, Sam
continued, "So two guys who are complete opposites, killed the exact same way,
found in a circle with all sorts of symbols, while the first victim gets Greek
"first" and the second "final." I'm more and more inclined to go with
ritualistic killings."
"That's my best guess, unless it's
something totally unusual that we've never seen before. Which, Sammy, going by
our track record is more than possible." Dean stated. Sam gave him a tell-me-about-it look.
"Emery...? Emery, is that you?" Three heads turned in the direction of the
voice to face a petite aged woman. Emery
smiled. Mrs. Arnold was one of the very
few people from her past that she remembered with a smile. "It is you.
God, child, it's been so long."
Mrs. Arnold took Emery in a big hug.
"Mrs. Arnold, it's so nice to see
you." Emery genuinely smiled after
ages. Sam and Dean shared an amused
look.
"You too, child. Where have you been? Not that I blame you for leaving this place after
all you went through. This town never
did have any good memories for you."
Before Mrs. Arnold revealed anything critical about her past, Emery had
to distract her.
"Mrs. Arnold, please meet my partners'
Sam and Dean Winchester. We're working a
case here."
"Must be Collins and Gonsalvez. Collins was a great man. May his soul rest in peace. Wish I could say
the same about Gonsalvez. But still, I
hope he finds some peace finally."
Apparently, Gonsalvez was really the town scum if even the kind-hearted Mrs.
Arnold didn't have anything nice to say about him. "Oh, where are my manners?! I'm sorry' Sam and'?" Mrs. Arnold shook Sam's
hand.
"Dean, ma'am." Dean was very politely shaking her hand. Emery almost smiled noticing the kind manner with
which he was addressing Mrs. Arnold. So
the rough-and-tough Dean Winchester did have a kind heart.
"Emery, why don't you and your
partners have dinner at my place tomorrow?"
"Ahh' thank you for your kindness,
Mrs. Arnold, but you really shouldn't go to the trouble." Emery was fidgeting. Dinner would mean being casual with the boys
and who knows what Mrs. Arnold might end up disclosing about her. She couldn't take the chance.
"Nonsense, child! You know I love cooking. And I'd love some company at dinner. After Charlie passed away, I've been mostly
by myself." Well, put this way, how could Emery refuse an old lady? Especially one who had been kind to her at more
occasions than one.
"Of course, Mrs. Arnold, we would love
to dine with you tomorrow." This was
Dean. How could he pass a chance of eating
homemade meal? That would be disrespectful,
not to mention simply unethical. Plus,
he knew there was something Emery was trying very hard to conceal, which was
all the reason he really needed to find out.
Giving Dean a pointed look, Emery accepted,
"Yes, we'll be there. Thank you, Mrs.
Arnold."
"Oh, nonsense, child. It's my pleasure. You do remember where I live, don't you?"
Smiling, Emery responded, "Of course,
I do."
"I'll see you all tomorrow then." Mrs. Arnold smiled most kindly at the three
of them, the kind of a smile that only mothers know. Then directly looking at Sam and Dean, she
added, "You boys, be nice to Emery." Her
kind eyes shifted back to Emery, "She always was a special child."
With moist eyes, Emery watched Mrs.
Arnold walk down the street. So much had
changed but not the way Mrs. Arnold's kindness comforted to her. After Emery's mom died, Mrs. Arnold was the
only source of kindness and love for Emery, besides...
"Emery!" Sam's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "You coming?"
Emery hadn't even noticed when Sam and
Dean got in the car, so quickly wiping her eyes, she got in the backseat. "Obviously Mrs. Arnold doesn't know you as
well as she thinks." Dean was trying
different technique to see if Emery would reveal more about herself.
"What do you mean?" Emery asked, still
a little unsettled by the memories that were rushing back to her.
"You lied to her about us being
government officials."
"I didn't lie. I told her we are partners, which in this
case we are. I just withheld some
information about what kind of partners."
"And that's not lying?"
"I don't know what it is, Dean! And I don't care. She's gone through so many ups and down in
life and now you want me to disrupt her peace by telling her all about the
horrors we deal with? Why the hell would
I do that?" Emery was irritated. Dean understood her point very well, but she
still hadn't revealed much about herself.
Sam gave him a sharp look, suggesting not to aggravate her further while
Dean simply shrugged in response.
Edited by -Mystery- - 11 years ago
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