Roads of Reckoning

The Benders

May, 2006
"I know you're just doing your job, but the police have been here all week already. I don't see why we have to through this again. The more he tells the story, the more he believed it's true." Mrs McKay sighs as we stand in her living room, dressed as sheriffs.

"Mrs McKay, we know you spoke with the local authorities." I start.

"But uh, this seems like a matter for the state police so..." Dean cuts me off.

"Don't worry about how crazy it sounds Evan. You just tell us what you saw." Sam says.

The boy hesitates.
"I was up late, watching TV. When I heard this weird noise."

"What did it sound like?"

"It sounded like...a monster."
I exchange a look with Sam and Dean and shrug.
His mother sighs.

"Tell the officers what you were watching on TV."

"Godzilla Vs. Mothra."
Dean smiles a goofy grin.

"That's my favourite Godzilla movie. It's so much better than the original, huh?"

Evan's eyes light up.
"Totally!"

"Yeah." Dean nods towards Sam. "He likes the remake." Sam clears his throat and Dean frowns, stopping his rant.

"Evan, did you see what this thing was?" I ask.

"No. But I saw it grab Mr. Jenkins. It pulled him underneath the car."
I nod
"Then what?"

"It took him away. I heard the monster leaving. It made this really scary sound."

"What did it sound like, Evan?" I press further.

"Like this...whining growl."
I nod and look to the boys.
"Thank you for your time." I smile.

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I take a long draw of my beer as I look around the bar. It's gross to say the least. Dean throws darts at a board next to us as I look onto Sam's computer.

"So, local police have now ruled out foul play. Apparently, there are worse signs of a struggle." Sam reads.

Dean shrugs as he throws another dart.
"Well, they could be right, it could just be a kidnapping. Maybe this isn't our kind of gig."

"Yeah maybe not. Except for this. Dad marked the area, Dean." Sam opens the journal and I shift my chair to get a closer look. Dean throws his final dart and comes to the table. "Possible hunting grounds of a phantom attacker."

"Why would he even do that?" I sip my beer.

"Well he found a lot of folklore about a dark figure that comes out at night. Grabs people, then vanished. He found this too ~ this country has more missing persons per capita than anywhere else in the state."

"That is weird." Dean nods.

"Don't phantom attackers usually snatch people from their beds? Jenkins was taken from a parking lot." I point out.

"Well there are all kinds. You know, Spring Heeled Jacks, phantom gassers. They take people anywhere, anytime. Look, I don't know if this is our kind of gig either."

Dean nods.
"Yeah you're right. We should ask around more tomorrow."

Sam takes out his wallet and pulls out some cash to cover our drinks.
"I saw a motel about five miles back."

"You really know how to have fun don't you Grandma?" Dean teases.
I roll my eyes.

"Ok you two. I'm going to the bathroom. I'll meet you outside." I hop down from my chair and push my way through the bar. I look at myself in the bathroom mirror. My hairs getting long and my eyes look tired. I splash some water on my face and come back out. I spy Dean chatting up some blonde chick by the bar. I sigh, walking up behind him and grabbing his collar.