What the hell is a Heartless killer?

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(Kat p.o.v)

We were in the sheriffs office and the deputy named Kathleen was looking at Dean's and mine fake ID's.
"So, what can we do for you, Officer Washington and Officer Smith?" She asked.
"We're working a missing persons." We both told as one.
"I didn't know the Jenkins case was being covered by the state police."
"Oh, no. No, there's someone else. Actually, it's my cousin. We were havin' a few last night at this bar down by the highway. And we haven't seen him since." Dean explained.
"Does your cousin have a drinking problem?"
"Sam? Two beers and he's doin' karaoke." He told making her smile. "No, he wasn't drunk. He was taken."
She gave a nod at the information and moved to sit down at her computer, making us follow after her and sit in front of her desk.
"Alright. What's his name?" She asked.
"Winchester. Sam Winchester." We both told as one.
"Like the rifle?"
"Like the rifle." Dean told.
She typed what I assumed his name into the computer and brought up his police record to look at the missing files.
'It's kinda sad I've been arrested too many times to know what's happening.'
She observed the page before she clicked on something and looked at whatever it was.
"Samuel Winchester. So, you know that his brother, Dean Winchester, died in St. Louis. And, uh, was suspected of murder." She asked and I looked at Dean to see he was trying to look nonchalant.
'What the fuck?!'
"Yeah, Dean. Kind of the black sheep of the family. Handsome, though." He told.
"Uh-huh....So, your brother is someone called Nickolas Finley, and sister River Finley?" She asked.
"No. Our other cousins."
"You're related to Harold Finley?"
"Yeah. He taught me a few things growing up."
"Sorry for your losses and sorry you didn't get closure with the heartless killer being locked up." She told making me tilt my head to the side a bit.
'Who's that?'
"Yeah, terrible thing to have happened. But it was in the 90s so we've all had time to grieve."
'He sounds like he is hiding something. More so then usual.... He looks so hurt right now.'
"Says Nickolas is locked up in the Moons mental institution?"
"Yeah. He would have terrible episodes that got worse when he was 15. It's just for safety reasons."
"I see."
As she began to type something else, I took Deans hand and gave it a squeeze making him give one back.
'I never knew his family had suffered so much.'
"Well, he's not showing up in any current field reports." She stated.
"Oh, I already have a lead. We saw a surveillance camera by the highway." He told making me nod along.
"Uh-huh. The county traffic cam?"
"Right. Yeah. I'm thinking the camera picked up whatever took him. Or, whoever." He told covering up our tracks.
"Well, I have access to the traffic cam footage down at the county works department, but—well, anyhow, let's do this the right way." She explained as she stood up and got some paperwork from the filing cabinet.
'Oh great.'
"Why don't you fill out a missing persons report and sit tight over here?" She told before handing Dean a clipboard.
"Officer, look, uh, he's family. I kind of—I kind of look out for the kid. You gotta let us go with you." He told.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that." She informed.
"Well, tell me something. Your county has its fair share of missing persons. Any of 'em come back?" He asked and I got a flash of someone's face in my head while she looked sad. "Sam's my responsibility. And he's comin' back. I'm bringin' him back."
"We could just use some help." I added and she just stared at us.

We were sitting on a bench outside of the county's work department. We heard footsteps but didn't move till we heard Kathleen speak, causing us to stand up.
"Greg, Martha. I think we've got something." She told as she handed Dean the printouts and we looked through them together. "These traffic cams take an image every three seconds, as part of the Amber Alert program. These images were all taken around the time that your cousin, Sam, disappeared."
"This really isn't what we're looking for." He told.
"Just wait, wait—next one." She told making Dean turn the page and revealed the image of a rusty truck driving. "This one was taken right after Sam left the bar. Look at the back end of that thing. Now, look at the plates."
He turned another page, showing it was a close-up image of the truck's license plates.
"Oh, the plates look new. It's probably stolen." He stated.
"Definitely is a chance."
"So, whoever's driving that rust bucket must be involved." She added before we heard an engine whining loudly, making me and Dean look towards a beaten up van.
"Hear that engine?" We both asked.
"Yeah."
"Kind of a whining growl, isn't it?" Dean asked making her give a nod.
"Sure." She agreed not fully understanding what we were on about, and we watched the van drive away.
"I'll be damned." Dean told mostly to himself.
'This is a very confusing case.'

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