Sam was studying the bodies left inside the bus when we joined him.
"Hey. Anything?" I asked.
"Yeah, this guy was shot in the heart," he gestured to one of the bodies.
"That what killed him?" Dean asked.
"Maybe- fifteen, twenty years ago. Every one of these bodies has a fatal wound, or two, or three, but they're all old."
"So, we're looking at meatsuits? The bodies took a licking, and the demons inside left them ticking."
I snorted in spite of myself at Dean's unintentional rhyme and he rolled his eyes at me. Sam turned to face us head on.
"Probably," he nodded. "I think they were possessed. And now those soldiers are."
Sergeant Bates joined us on the bus holding a touchscreen tablet.
"Excuse me, agents? We pulled this off the security camera. You might want to take a look."
She handed the tablet to Sam, which showed footage of the missing soldiers and the bus driver exiting the bus. As he zoomed in, we got a closer look at the driver- Abaddon. Thanking the sergeant, we got off the bus to head back to the Impala.
"Abaddon? Seriously?!" Dean demanded angrily. "I thought you Kentucky fried that meat suit."
"We did, Dean," Sam nodded.
"You- well, then how'd she get it back?"
Dean thanked the officer holding up the crime scene tape, then continued his rant.
"And why's she playing G.I. Joe?"
"No clue. Why don't you ask her when we find her?"
"Oh, I will. And then I'm gonna chop her freaking head off. Again."
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"Kevin, wait, wait, wait. Slow down."
"She gave me these coordinates," Kevin's voice carried through Sam's phone. "44.053051 by -123.127860, and two names. Irv Franklin and Tracy Bell."
"Irv's a friend," Dean said. "Don't know Tracy."
"Alright, the lady said they were hunters, and that if you didn't go save them, that she would kill them."
"Yeah, I've heard that song."
"Dean, who is she?"
"She's the bad guy," I piped up. "Alright, new job, dig up everything the Men of Letters have on the Knights of Hell."
"'Knights of Hell'?" there was a beat. "Sure."
"You find a way to kill one, I mean permanently, drop a dime."
"Thanks, Kevin," Sam added, hanging up. "The numbers point to a pot on the outskirts of Eugene, Oregon. You know this is a trap, right?"
"Yep," Dean nodded.
"And we're just gonna walk right into it?"
"Guns blazing," Dean looked over at his brother and me. "You with me?"
"You know it."
When we got to the location of the coordinates, the town was completely deserted.
"The hell happened here?" Dean asked.
"Local chemical plant sprung a leak, years ago," Sam explained. "They evacuated three square blocks. Guess it's still contaminated."
"Wait, so this whole place is poison?"
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Saints or Sinners | {BOOK 3}
Fanfiction-BOOK 3 IN THE DAWSON'S DAUGHTER SERIES- ___ Sacrifices must be made. Castiel has declared himself God, Ellie has a new child to worry about, and there's a whole new set of monster problems she and the Winchesters must deal with. As they do, the lin...
