𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

078

I head to Adam the next morning to grab the two victims' files and it wasn't good news what I found after close inspection. Sam's news that followed wasn't any better because it made my news all the worse. It was all just...bad.

"So that pixie bitch is summoning the daeva?" I ask, plopping down on Dean's bed. Sam nods.

"It looks like she was using that black altar to control the thing." He answers.

"So Sammy's got a thing for the bad girl." Dean walks over with a chuckle. I roll my eyes.

"Tell me about the bowl again." I tell Sam. For some reason, it seems like he was avoiding eye contact with me.

"She was talking into it—the way witches used to scry into crystal balls or animal entrails. She was communicating with someone."

"Who, with the daeva?" Dean asks, sitting down next to me.

"No, daevas are too animalistic and vicious to communicate. They just want blood." I reply.

"Yeah, no, this was someone different, someone who's giving her orders. Someone who's coming to that warehouse." Sam adds.

"Orders?" I repeat.

"Yeah."

"No frickin' way." I get up off the bed and move for the table. I make sure to sit on the chair opposite from the one where Dean and I's 'activities' took place last night.

"What?" Sam asks, finally looking at me. I fold open the files and set them side by side, glancing back and forth over them then I look up at him. 

"What Dean and I were gonna tell you earlier. I managed to get Adam from the police department to hand copy the vics records for me." Sam looks at me expectantly and I sigh. "Well, I read them, and realized we missed something big."

"Big how?" Sam presses.

"The first guy to die—Swardstrom?" I start, handing over his records to Sam. He takes it slowly, glancing over it. "He lived almost his whole life here, but he wasn't born here. Check where." I gesture to the file. Sam's eyes snap to the place of birth.

"Lawrence, Kansas." He says quietly.

"Mmhmm. Meredith, same deal." I hand him the second file before continuing. "She was adopted, but born in Lawrence." I watch Sam sit in the opposite chair from me and I cringe the slightest bit at the awkwardness of knowing what occurred in that chair. I glance over at where he sat on his bed and see him with a small knowing smirk. I tug at my sweater anxiously, hoping Sam couldn't see the hickies and dark bruises hiding under it.

Focus, Jennifer.

"Holy crap." Sam says in shock.

"Yeah." I wearily sigh, digging my palms into my eyes after resting my elbows on the table.

"I mean, that is where the demon killed our mom. That's where everything started." Sam sets the files down. "So you guys think Meg is tied up with the demon?"

"I think it's a definite possibility." Dean speaks up.

"But I don't understand, what's the significance of Lawrence? And how do these...daeva things fit in?"

"Beats me, but I say we trash that black altar, grab Meg, and have ourselves a friendly little interrogation."

"Sounds like a party to me." I grin.