Murder Mayhem

Chapter 28

Dean keeps a close eye on everyone for the next few days. As each day wears on,  he gets more worried. He can't even imagine what Cas is going through.  And as each day passes he can't help but blame himself more and more.

"It's not your fault, Dean." Sam says as he looks up from the reports forensics sent him on Cas' car. He knows exactly how dean is feeling because he felt the same way after Jess was killed.

"Yes it is, I should have been there, I should be protecting him."

"He is as grown as you are,  he can take of himself.  I know you're upset about him being missing,  but we are trying to take care of it as best as we can." Sam sighs and sets the paperwork down.

"It? He is not an it.  This is Cas we're talking about. You guys need to get off your asses and do something about Cas!" Dean stands and slams his fists down on Sam's desk. Sam doesn't even flinch. He just looks at Dean calmly.

"Dean,  I know you're upset,  but you being like this isn't going to help anyone.  Maybe you should go talk with Charlie, she helped keep me calm when I lost Jess."

Dean takes a deep breath and is about to turn away when he sees one of the reports, one that is written in red ink.

He snatches it up and stares at the writing.

"Dean, what are you-"

"Shut up!" Dean hisses,  staring at it. Even if the note he had been given had only two words on it,  he would recognize the writing anywhere. "Who wrote this?" Dean looks up at Sam. He knew it, knew that is was someone here, now it's narrowing down.

"The new forensics guy, Omundson. Why?" Sam looks utterly confused at Dean's behavior. Dean just slams the paper back on the desk and stalks out.

"Where the hell is he?" Dean snaps when he comes up to Adam, not seeing the new guy anywhere.

"Uh, who?" Adam asks nervously.

"Omundson," Dean hisses.

"He hasn't come in since turning in his report, I don't know where he is." Adam scoots back from him.

Dean turns on his heels and stomps off.

"Dean, are you okay?" Charlie asks as he passes her desk.

"How long has the new forensics guy been working here?" Dean demands.

"He started about a week after the copycat popped up." Charlie frowns.

"A week after-" Dean scoffs. "And you guys didn't find that a bit fucking suspicious?" Dean shouts and storms to Sam's office.

"Sam, it's him. It's Omundson, he's the copycat." Dean has no doubt whatsoever that it's him.

"What's your proof?" Sam asks, the paper Dean had been looking at is in his hands.

"I just fucking know. Trust me Sam, I know it's him. That bastard has my fiance, and he's going down." Dean can't tell Sam the real reason he knows.

"I trust you, Dean, but the higher ups aren't going to let me go after him because 'you just know.' We need concrete evidence." Sam wants nothing more than to go after this guy, to help Dean, but he still has to follow the rules.

"Fine, I will find him my damn self." Dean goes out to where Charlie is still standing there looking confused.

"Sam says to look up all the property Omundson owns. And do it quickly."

"Are you sure he said that?" Charlie studies him in question.

"Yes I'm sure, now get it done." Dean snaps. She looks at him a moment longer before going to her computer and starts typing. Dean stands behind her, staring at the screen.

"He has an apartment near here and a bit of land a ways from the city." Charlie reads off the screen. She glances at him.

"Great." Dean moves her hands and prints out the information. "You've been a great help." He snatches the paper from the printer. It's still warm from being freshly printed.

"Dean, what are you doing?" Charlie asks, grabbing his arm before he can walk off.

"Saving my fiance." Dean shakes his arm from her grasp and walks off and out of the building. His car starts with a purring roar and he drives toward the first address, the apartment. He's reached a level of anger so great that he's actually calm. He just knows that when he sees the copycat in person he is going to lose all of his cool. That guy is going to wish he never fucked with Dean Winchester.

Dean pulls to a stop outside the parking lot and quickly hops out of his car. He nearly runs into the building and up to the third floor. He doesn't give a shit if anyone sees him as he kicks open the door. The door flies open and hits the wall with a bang.

He didn't know what he expected, but it surely wasn't a normal looking home. No sign that a psycho lives here at all.  It's nicely furnished with a bit of a rustic air to it.

But aside from Dean there is no other living being inside. He didn't really think he would be here,  but it was worth a shot. Dean is about to leave when he sees a paper with his name on it. Dean frowns and snatches it up.

You know who I am, now come and get me.

It's written in the same red ink as the other, with the same smooth and neat handwriting.

Dean crumples the paper and shoves it in his pocket. Where the other note is currently sitting. He hasn't let that note leave his side since finding it.  He lets it fuel his anger, his desire to end the life of the person who had the audacity to lay a hand on his fiance.

"Don't worry, you son of a bitch, I'm coming for you." Dean says aloud and stomps out of the apartment. He has a bit of a drive ahead of him. He's going to get Cas back, if it's the last thing he will do.