Crossroads - Supernatural Rewrite

Hook Man

Sam hung up the payphone with a sigh, his jaw tightening as he turned back toward the café.

Dean sat at a table, hunched over the laptop, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the keyboard. Beside him, Kat leaned back in her chair, dark curls tumbling over her shoulders as she skimmed a printout in her hands. A cup of coffee rested forgotten on the table in front of her.

"Your uh, half-caf double vanilla latte's gettin' cold over here, Francis," Dean quipped without looking up, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Sam slid into the seat next to him, his expression flat. "Bite me," he muttered.

"Anything?" Kat questioned, her tone doubtful.

Sam shook his head, "I had them check the FBI's Missing Persons Databank. No John Doe's fitting Dad's description. I even ran his plates for traffic violations."

Dean glanced at him, his smirk fading. "Sam, I'm telling you, I don't think Dad wants to be found."

Kat looked down, outwardly she seemed composed, but her thoughts churned beneath the surface.

Sam and Dean didn't know the full truth. Not about her nightmares, the demon's words on the plane, the shifters vague taunting.

John had to have answers. He'd been in this life longer than any of them, seen things most hunters wouldn't believe. He'd known her mother too, or at least enough to understand what her death might've meant. What if he knows who my father is? The thought terrified her as much as it compelled her.

Dean broke her out of her daze, turning the laptop toward her and Sam. "Check this out," he said, his voice lightening again as he pointed at the screen. "News item out of Planes Courier, Ankeny, Iowa. Only about a hundred miles from here."

Sam leaned forward, reading aloud. "The mutilated body was found near the victim's car, parked on 9 Mile Road."

Dean gestured for him to keep going.

"Authorities are unable to provide a realistic description of the killer," Sam continued, his brow furrowing deeper. "The sole eyewitness, whose name has been withheld, is quoted as saying the attacker was invisible."

"Could be something." Kat said, breaking her silence.

Sam shook his head, unimpressed. "Or it could be nothing at all. One freaked out witness who didn't see anything doesn't mean it's the Invisible Man."

Kats dark eyes flicked between the brothers. "Well, it's weird. And weird is usually worth checking out."

"Thank you." Dean said, gesturing at her as though she'd just proven his genius.

Sam hesitated, his jaw tightening again as he mulled it over.

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The Impala pulled up to the fraternity house where the victim, Rich, had lived. The trio got out and made their way toward three of the frat brothers who seemed to be working on a beat up car in the driveway.

Sam shot Dean a sideways glance. "One more time, why are we here?"

"Victim lived here." Dean stated.

The boys glanced up at the hunters as they walked up, their faces a mix of mild curiosity and confusion.

Dean nodded toward the car with exaggerated admiration. "Nice wheels."

The frat boys simply exchanged a look, unimpressed.

"We're your fraternity brothers," Dean continued smoothly. "From Ohio. We're new in town, transfers."

"Transfers, huh." One of them said, his eyes shifting entirely to Kat. A smug grin formed on his face as he looked her over. "You in a sorority or something?"