The child of three

Pilot part 3

Dean's POV

We drive past the 'Jericho 7' sign. Sam's talking on his cell phone. "Thank you" Sam closes his phone. "Alright. So, there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or the morgue. So that's something, I guess." I glance over at Sam, then back at the road. At the bridge ahead of us there are two police cars and several officers. "Check it out" I say. Sam leans forward to get a better look. I pull over. We take a long look before I turn of the engine. I open the glove compartment and pull out a box full of ID cards with mine and dad's faces on it. I pick out one and grin at Sam, who stares. I look in the backseat and see my little sister still fast asleep, this is the most she has slept in a long time. "Let's go" I say. I get out of the car. We walk into the crime scene. "So, this kid Troy. He's dating your daughter, isn't he" I hear one of the deputies say. "Yeah" another one says "How's Amy doing?" the first one says "She's putting up missing posters downtown." the second one says. "You fellas had one like this just last month, didn't you?" I say to the deputies. The first one looks up when I start talking and straightens up. "And who are you?" he says. I flash my badge "Federal Marshals" I say "Aren't you a little young for federal marshals?" I laugh "Thanks, that's awfully kind of you" I say and go over to the car. "You did have another one just like this, correct?" I ask "Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been others before that." the deputy says "So, this victim, you knew him?" Sam asks. The deputy nods "Town like this, everybody knows everybody" he says. I circle around the car looking around. "Any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?" I ask "No. Not so far as we can tell." the deputy answers. "So what's the theory?" Sam asks as he comes over to me. "Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping?" the deputy answers. "Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." I say. Sam stomps on my foot. "Thank you for your time." Sam says. Sam starts to walk away and I follow him. "Gentlemen." Sam says.

The deputy watches us leave. I smack Sam on the head. "Ow! What was that for?" Sam asks "Why'd you have to step on my foot?" I say "Why do you have to talk to the police like that?" He replies. I look at Sam and move in front of him, forcing him to stop walking. "Come on. They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean, if we're going to find Dad we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves." I tell him. Sam clears his throat and looks over my shoulder. I turn around. It's a sheriff and two FBI agents. "Can I help you boys?" The sherif asks us "No, sir, we were just leaving." I answer. As the FBI agents walk past me, I nod at each of them. "Agent Mulder. Agent Scully." I say. Sam and I head past the sheriff and get back into my car.

Alice's POV

The many times I've seen the flames again, the many times I've watched her die over and over again. Trying to save me, but dying instead. She still gives me advise and helps me keep my abilities under check. She also helps me to train my many abilities at night, to be ready. Ready for that one battle, or for the many that will come on my path. She worries about me and cares for me, as if she's always been there, as if she's still here and never died. I still have my mother, but in a different way, she'll always be with me. You can't imagine how wonderful and fascinating, but also kind of crazy to have your dead mother on your side twenty-four seven. She was quiet literally an angel and for me she still is. I haven't known her for long, but at the same time I feel like I've known her for ages, she is my mother after all. And in some way, she's always been by my side. Every up and every down, every tantrum I threw. She has seen it all. From my first kill to my first steps to my first word to my first real hunt. She stood by my side when the boogeyman had me captured in nightmares and she got me out of it. She's the best mother I could wish for and I wouldn't want to have it any different. Or maybe a bit different? I would like for her to be alive and for dad to be here and that we could all be a happy family. But I'm glad with the life I have. Sam and Dean might not agree with me, but I wouldn't wish for a different life. Not in a million years, not ever. I want to hunt, no, I NEED the hunt... I look at the mark on my arm,  the reason why I need to hunt. It's been there as long as I can remember.