REVOKE ▸ d. winchester [1] ✔

Chapter 21

Dean's POV

I see Sam follow Jackie into a back room along the wall that is covered in various weapons.

I wonder what the police would have thought if they came back here and found all of this.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Garth practically gaping at the Kaiser's inventory. I don't blame him, I probably would have done the same thing if I had seen it the first time under different circumstances.

I creak open the office door and see Sam already taking in all of the equipment set up in the room. In one corner, I spot the EMF detector Jackie was talking about earlier mounted on the wall . Jackie is sitting in front of a computer, shifting through a bunch of papers, in search of something.

"He put the password here somewhere." Her eyebrows crease in frustration as she gets up and moves in front of a file cabinet. She ruffles through sheets of paper in desperate search. Finally pulling a small piece of paper out and looking it over for a moment, she smiles.

"Got it."

Garth finally walks in as Jackie sits back down and starts typing.

"Jackie, your father was a genius."

I see her slightly smile and glancing over her shoulder, tells Garth, "Yeah, he was. Where do you think I got my smarts?"

"Well, I don't know."

"I know where you got your accent, though," I add. I send her a smirk, knowing she hates her accent.

Garth jumps all over that. "Hey yeah, do you speak German, or is that just an accent? 'Cause its kinda hot. And-"

He's interrupted by what I would have called gibberish if I didn't know better. "Ja, mache ich. Nun zu meinen Akzent Mund halten und wieder an die Arbeit."

Sam laughs at Dean and I's expressions. "Oh my god, Garth you so got owned."

Jackie winks at me before turning back and finishing typing in her password. "Okay, I'm in."

"What'd she say," I whisper to Garth who looks suspiciously over at Jackie.

Garth shrugs and annoyed, we watch as Sam leans over the desk watching as Jackie searches for the right file. Meanwhile, I go over to the EMF detector.

The first thing I notice is the huge battery pack attached to it. Tim must have had his whole property under his own watch by the looks of it.

The meter displays a level of EMF that would normally not alert me, but for some reason, this time it does. Too much has happened for another coincidence.

"EMF levels are pretty high, but nothing extreme. That still doesn't make sense, though. Were there demons or not?"

"Were about to find out," I hear Sam say. He had taken Jackie's seat and pulled up video footage of the inside of the house from that night three days ago.

Jackie pulls up another stool next to Sam and sits, while Garth and I stand behind Sam.

With a click of the mouse, the recording begins playing. We end up fast forwarding through three hours before Jackie's dad, who had just come upstairs from what I guess would have been that basement, stands up from his spot in the living room and looks around.

The inside of the house looks welcoming and warm, just like a house should be. But the alarm set of Tim Kaisers face suggests that in a second or two, it would be the exact opposite.

"Sam, slow it down, rewind and turn up the volume."

He does as I say, and we watch as the truth of that night is unveiled.