Wayward •𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕•

four

A few weeks had passed, and not a peep on Dick Roman. The best thing for them to do, for the time being, was stay busy.

Melody was asleep across Dean's lap in the back seat, and he had only just woken up. "Good morning," Sam called to the back, causing Melody to stir slightly. Dean brought his finger to his mouth, signaling him to keep his voice down. "I can't believe you're in the backseat of your own car. That's just, wow." Sam was, however, more mindful of his voice. Melody would still wake up on occasion with bad dreams, so there was no need to assist in that aspect. They were all out late the night before, drinking and having a good time together. It was rare they caught a break like that, but it really was refreshing.

"You know what else is wow? Going on a wild goose chase." Dean huffed, leaning his head back on the seat.

"Wild goose chase," Sam scoffed. "Four guys die in two weeks, all with their hands and feet missing."

Dean shrugged, absently. "So some guy with a foot fetish is running amuck."

"Grown men were thrown so hard they went through walls," Sam gaped. "Did you read the article at all?"

Blair piped in from the passenger seat. "'Course not, he was napping."

They arrived at the morgue and all changed into their 'agent outfits'. Melody had on a white blouse that showed just the right amount of cleavage, a black blazer, and black slacks. Blair had a similar suit with an emerald green blouse. Sam and Dean wore their usual suit and ties. Dean would sometimes complain about the get-up, but Melody had a feeling he liked it a lot more than he let on.

"Four agents viewing the same body," the mortician peered, seeming a bit concerned. "Is there something going on?"

Before Dean could even think about responding, Melody was on it. "I'm Agent Waters and this is my partner Agent Mueller. Those two in the back are agents-in-training," she gestured to Sam and Dean behind them. "Won't even hear a peep." She winked at the young man, causing his legs to quiver a bit. It was a talent Melody was quite fond of.

"This is the latest guy, but he probably won't be the last," he sighed, pulling the cover back from the corpse. Surely enough, both the hands and the feet were missing, and there was some kind of symbol in the center of his chest.

"What's our guy here weigh?" Blair inquired.

"A buck-ninety," he responded. "Was thrown so hard against the wall, it buckled. Judging by the blood flow at the scene of the crime, he was still alive while his hands and feet were cut off. Gross. "The attacker wanted him to suffer."

They both nodded, taking mental notes. "All victims were male, right? All with this same artwork?" She gestured to a symbol across the deceased man's chest that almost looked familiar to her.

"Identical, actually."

They asked about DNA, to which all victims had some form of, from their attacker. As suspected, the samples were rejected. The man said that they didn't match anything human.

The four exchanged glances. So much for a wild goose chase.

Dean loosened up his tie as they exited the building. He hated to acknowledge that he was wrong in any matter, but in this case he was. "I'll admit," he started with a shrug. "This might be in the vicinity of the ballpark of our kind of thing."

Melody snorted, shaking her head. "Yeah, the whole 'DNA not matching anything human', usually seals the deal for me." She sighed, shaking her head at her phone while looking at the photo. "I've seen a symbols like this," she murmured, half to herself. "I just can't put my finger on where."