Reckless [Dean Winchester]

34. Djinn

34. Djinn

"Leviathan," says Sam.

"No, they consume their prey," Charlie shoot him down.

"Well, maybe the vics were Leviathan."

"No black goo on either scene in the coroner reports."

"Dragons, they uh-"

"No signs of burns on the vics." I side-glance as Charlie crosses off monsters on her iPad.

This is what we're doing now, going through all the monsters and figuring out what killed the victims. Our visit at the coroner's hadn't gone so well, as both bodies had been burned by the time we got there. So now, here we are, gathered at the table, with Dean skimming through their dad's journal. I'm next to Charlie, glaring enviously at her iPad.

"I hate that thing," Sam mutters. "I want one."

"Wait a second," Dean suddenly says. "Djinn."

"Djinn vics don't get liquefied," Charlie says.

"No, no, no, not regular Djinn. According to this, there's a bastard offshoot. Uh, their eyes light up blue, they pass as humans, all that regular jazz, except these leave their victims with jelly-like insides, and supposedly, when they poison their victims, they leave behind a blue handprint."

"I hate that thing. And I want one."

"So these things die like regular Djinn?" Sam asks.

"Silver blade dipped in lamb's blood, yeah. And now we just gotta find the asshat."

"Alright," Charlie butts in, "well, breakthrough means snack time to me, and I wanna just stretch my legs. I will pick us up some grub, and unlike you, Sam, I will not forget the pie." Charlie makes an abrupt exit.

"She seem a little off to you?" Dean asks the moment she's gone.

"Since the second she got here."

* * *

Charlie doesn't come back. We don't hear a peep from her all night. It's the next morning, and all of us begin to think something's wrong. I'm bouncing in place, keeping my thumbnail in my mouth as Sam tries Charlie's phone again.

"Charlie, it's Sam. Um, again. Call us. Okay?" I twitch slightly when Sam coughs. I feel like I should expect to see an organ come out of his mouth.

"Any word from Charlie?" Dean asks as he makes his way into the bunker library.

"Uh, no. And there was no comic convention in Topeka. I don't know why...I mean, why would she lie to us?"

"One way to find out." Dean gets his phone.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"When I called you from her phone, I turned on her GPS."

I find myself smiling fondly at Dean. He's got his moments where he's the smartest man in the world.

* * *

"Charlie!" I call. We tracked her phone to an apartment. We're just outside the door. "Hey, Charlie, you in there?"

I'm the first in the apartment, with the brothers in tow. The room is disastrous, with flipped over furniture and everything. Something had to have happened here. Charlie doesn't seem like the type to abandon those she's helping out.