Lost ¥ Dean Winchester [2]

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The car ride was horribly quiet and cramped.

Both Sam and Dean sat up front while Jessica, Jack and Castiel sat in the back.

After about thirty five minutes in a silent car, the group had made it to the police station.

Dean, Jessica and Sam were the only ones to enter the station. Castiel, Jack, Inias and Ketch left to go follow up on a few leads in town.

"Morning," Dean started. "Im agent Osbourne, this is agent Tyler," Dean motioned towards Jessica. "And this is Agent Bowie." He then motioned towards Sam.

"Wow, three agents from the same precinct?" The man sitting at the front desk asked.

"This is one of our highest cases sir." Jessica spoke. "We've been following this one for quite some time."

"I see." The officer looked between the three as if he was trying to read them. But after a couple of seconds he slightly shrugged his shoulders and stood.

"What can I help you all with?"

"We're here to follow up on some evidence as well as view the body you recovered from the scene."

"Very well. If you'll follow me, please."

"If you don't mind, I'm going to ask a couple questions to some of your officers." Sam grabbed out a small note book and a pen. "My two agents here will gladly follow you to the morgue."

Jessica looked at Sam questionably but didn't think too hard about it.

Dean nodded his head at his brother and followed Jessica and the other officer to the morgue.

"Here we are, if you need anything I'll be at my desk."

"Thank you." Jessica smiled and watched him leave. Once he was gone, she walked over towards a metal table in the middle of the room.

"Ready?" Dean asked. His hands gripped at the sheet that was over the body.

"No. I-I don't think I want to look." Jessica felt her hands slightly tremble.

"Hey, I'm right here. We just need to make sure it's actually Rachel that's under here."

"O-okay." Jessica whispered. She still stayed a slight distance away from the table.

Dean took the sheet from the bodies head and pulled it down to the base of her neck.

The face of the woman just barely noticeable, stared up at the ceiling.

"God, the smell." Dean covered his nose with his sleeve.

"Can you identify her with all these burns and gashes on her face?"

Jessica had wide eyes. Her hands stopped trembling but her heart now raced inside her chest.

"That's..."

"Jess?"

"It's—It's not her... Dean that's not Rachel."

"What?"

Jessica reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out the old newspaper clipping.

The picture held a different woman in it than the one that laid before them now.

"This isn't her, Dean. Look." She shoved the picture into his hands.

"How?"

"I don't know but we need to find Rachel. Who knows what Melissa is doing to her now."

Just as Jessica was about to leave, she saw something a little further down on the dead woman's body.

"What is this?"