She Drove a Cadillac - A Supernatural Fanfiction

Seventeen - Retaliation

"When we take revenge against another, we lose some of our innocence."

~ Patrice Redd Vecchione, Revenge and Forgiveness

"I can't believe we found nothing." Jane huffed, flopping down on the bed.

"We didn't find nothing . There were some shallow prints leading away from where the body was found," Sam said.

"Yeah...animal prints," Jane retorted. "We need to have a look at that body ASAP."

"We actually might not need to," Sam said, sitting down on the bed with his computer on his lap. Jane sat up and looked at the screen.

"What are you doing?" Jane asked, watching as Sam brought up the pictures of Sam Addams' autopsy.

"These small towns have pretty outdated security systems," Sam smirked. 

"That must be some serious porn for you to be bug-eying at Sammy's laptop, Jane," Dean said as he walked through the door, a bag of food in one hand and a small case of beer in the other. Jane rolled her eyes as she took the food from him.

"You're just jealous," Jane said with a wink. Dean's eyes widened. 

She set the food on the small desk and returnd to Sam's side, sipping one of the beers. Dean joined, hovering over his brother's shoulder.

"Hold up a minute," he said, touching a finger to the screen. Sam stopped scrolling. It was a picture of the victim's right side, his skin a palish blue. Dean traced the neck with his finger.

"Woah..." Jane said, scooting closer. Sam did too. They were almost cheek to cheek as they studied the main artery of the man's neck. It looked like it had been torn out, a small chunk of gaping red against the thin ivory of his skin.

You could clearly tell where two sharp fangs had raked across it, gashes, like knives clamped down. 

"Animal prints leading from the scene, a giant gash to the aorta, no wonder they thought it was an animal attack." Jane muttered, her voice softened mere decibels above a whisper by her concentration.

"Yeah, but that isn't the work of Cujo." Dean remarked, turning his attention to the food.

"Whatever they thought this was, it was clearly Max and the blood-sucking douche bag brigade" Jane said with disgust, standing and turning away from the photo. She finished off her beer and claimed the shower. Dean glanced in her direction as she shut the door. Sam noticed but said nothing, closing his laptop and getting up.

"So..." Sam said, stretching his arms above his head and glancing at the food, "Jane's going to probably want to be the one to kill Max."

"I figured that." Dean scoffed, a smile tugging at his lips.

Sam's phone suddenly rang in his pocket.

"It's the police department." Sam said.

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"There's been another death." The sheriff said blatantly, yawning as he lifted the caution tape.

They had outlined a small patch of grass on the outskirts of the "party area" of the woods. Blood was splattered across the pure green reeds, little daisies caked in red. A big white sheet covered the body—one of the officers had informed them it had been a woman in her late thirties who was never known to venture into the area - and the only light was the fading sun streaking through the trees and the circulating blue and red flourescence of police cars.