Beyond the Supernatural ( Winchesters' Fanfic!)

Chapter 27

Viper's pov:

Dean and I had gotten into the hotel and gotten our room set up.

"Wanna head out?" I asked, eager to get this case over with so we could help Harley and Sam.

"Let's get something to eat first," Dean said, putting his jacket on.

"We ate like 3 and 1/2 hours ago." I told him, laughing. He rolled his eyes and stood up.

"That's 2 and 1/2 hours too long," he replied, I rolled my eyes this time and walked out the door.

"What diner this time?" I questioned, walking out of the motel towards the impala.

"Hm, how about a bar instead?" He questioned. I wasn't going to protest, I could use a few drinks myself.

"Shoot, let's do it." I laughed. He grinned and we both got into the impala. It would be nice to have a break from the case anyways. "Night Moves" By Bob Seger came on and Dean and I started to sing. The song was still playing when we pulled into the bar. Dean sang another line and shut the car off. We walked into the bar and sat down. I could already tell Dean knew what was thinking when he waved off a red-haired waitress trying to give him her number. He smiled at me and took a shot and I smiled back and copied his action. We continued to take another shot and I pushed my glass away, getting tore up on whiskey wasn't how I planned to spend my afternoon. So I took a swig from my beer bottle and sat it down. Upon first glance you wouldn't have known Dean and I were even at this bar together. So I scooted my stool a little closer to his, just in case any other female wanted to hit on him.

"So, you come here often?" Dean said to me, making fun of the dude beside us. He was trying to pick up some broad and it really wasn't working out for him. I rolled my eyes and took another drink. "What should we-" he went to ask when an older man sitting near the back of the bar caught my attention.

"Hold that thought," I told Dean. Signaling with my pointer finger and walking around him. He watched me from across the room, just in case any trouble went down I guess. I walked over to the man, sitting in front of him with my beer.

"Hi, name's Vi." I said, holding my hand out. He looked up from his drink and held out his hand.

"Rodney," he stated.

"You have a last name, Rodney?" I asked sweetly.

"I could ask you the same, Doll." He replied.

"Phillips," I lied, just in case he knew about my families hunting business.

"Johnson," he replied. My mind flew to the case Dean and I were on.

"You look familiar, do you have a wife?" I asked. His eyebrow raised and he took another drink.

"Did. She past away, few days ago." He said shortly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. That's tragic," I stated, sipping my beer. "what happened?"

"Heart attack." He lied.

"The article said her body was torn?" I questioned.

"Yes, heart attack seemed to happen afterwords," He replied. "very tragic."

"Yes, sounds so." I replied. "So do you think that-"

"Well, I have to go. It was a pleasure meeting you, Ms.Philips." He replied, putting an odd twist on my-fake-last name. I sat silent and nodded, giving my best smile as the man walked away. Dean walked up shortly afterwords.

"Who was that?" He questioned.

"That was our undead killer," I stated lowly.

Harley's POV:

*the next morning*

Sam and I decided it would be best to go to the local police station first then head to the house to question the son.

"Hi, I'm Agent Smith. This is my partner, Agent Kendall." Sam stated, signaling to me. We flashed our badges and put them away.

"They're with me," a voice stated. Sam and I looked over at a younger man with light hair and green eyes. The man at the front desk nodded and the other man signaled for us to follow him. We walked into the coroners office and he shut the door behind him. "Harley, Sam," the young man started. I flashed Sam a look and the boy continued. "I'm Jake, you called about my mother." He stated, leaning on a desk nearby. My worry flew away and I sighed slightly.

"I expected you to be younger." I told him, taking in his grown up appearance. He seemingly chuckled at my comment and crossed his arms.

"I'm 24, I lived with my mother for about 3 years because of her health conditions." He stated. I nodded, as did Sam.

"I guess that means you could arrest us, huh?" Sam chuckled nervously. I guess he was meaning the fact that we were dressed as agents.

"You? No. You can help me." He stated, walking across the room. He pulled a morgue slot out and uncovered the body of his mother. Sam and I winced at the woman's mangled appearance. "This wasn't an accident." He stated. I shook my head.

"Is there anyone who would have been after your mother? Anyone she didn't get along with?" Sam asked him.

"No, not at all. She was loved by everyone. She was locally known actually." He spoke.

"Locally known?" I questioned.

"She was famous for her homemade, old style porridge." He stated. I swallowed loudly.

"Porridge?" Sam asked.

"Like 'Goldie Locks' porridge?" I questioned.

"Yeah," he answered, seeming confused. "The town loved it."

"I'm sure they did," I replied, smiling and looking over at Sam.

"Did she ever have any regulars?" Sam asked. "People who bought her porridge often?"

"Everyone," he started. I sighed a little as he continued to think. "Well, actually. There was this one couple. The Johnsons." He stated.

"The Johnsons?" I questioned.

"Yeah, they drove in from another state every year, about this time, to get some porridge. It was odd. All except the husband soon passed away, so I assume the wife wouldn't be coming in this year, but sure enough she was there. A day before my mother passed away." He stated. I looked over at Sam.

"Was there ever a Mr. In your household?" Sam asked him.

"My father, yes. Died a few years ago. Bear attack, actually. That's when my mother started making the porridge. It was his favorite." He replied. I shook my head. Sam and I soon said our goodbyes and left the station.

"Any ideas?" Sam asked me. I flipped through some papers and thought hard about the situation.

"Jake's father was a werewolf," I stated. "His mother knew and never told a soul. Soon his father got into some trouble and a fellow werewolf tore him apart. Jake's mother was distraught and turned to some black magic, she cooked a spell into the porridge, giving it the power to bring someone to life, her husband. She ate the porridge herself, and shared some with her neighbors. Word flew about the porridge and people started buying it. But eventually, with more practice, this last batch actually worked. Her husband came back and tore her to pieces. Same with Mrs.Johnson and her husband." The words flew in a rapid pace.

"So, does that mean-"

"That more dead people will be rising soon? Maybe." I stated, answering his unasked question.

"So, she got what she wanted, just didn't realize that her sacrifice was her life for his." He stated, recapping my statement.

"Witches, man. No deal comes without a price." I replied.

"Well where is Jake's father now?" Sam questioned. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I don't-" I went to say when a loud scream could be heard from the police station.