Wayward Siblings

A Tricky Case in a Sleazy Hotel

Merry Christmas. AbbyStaffyIsGeek wrote this chapter.
Claire's POV:

'Lindsey Barnes, 23 years old, murdered on the 28th of October in her apartment. The young volunteer piano instructor had piano keys lodged in her throat and impaling her lungs, but there was no evidence of them being shoved down there- almost as if they just appeared out of nowhere.

Michael Sanvers, 56 years old, murdered on the 30th of October in an alleyway 3 blocks away from his home. The widowed man was coming home from donating blood when he was killed, cause of death seems to be blood loss yet the crime scene had no blood on it and Michael didn't have any open wounds or even scars.

Elizabeth Reynolds, 48 years old, died on the 3rd of November upstairs in her soup kitchen from starvation despite witnesses claiming she had eaten only hours earlier and sweet wrappers littering the floor around her body. Cause of death has been ruled unnatural.

Suspected serial killer, no leads, no suspects. Head of the case: Detective Amanda Schofield.'

I read the report for what must have been the fifth time that evening, nowhere closer to an answer other than: 'definitely a monster'. I did, however, have the name of the monster, Lilith, which seems familiar but aside from that not particularly helpful. For all I knew the name could be fake, or it could be the monster's real name but they're using a fake name when they're disguised as human. And that's if they are even pretending to be a human when they aren't slaughtering innocents in some of the vilest ways even my hunter eyes have ever seen.

The ideas I had come up with before driving out here to Breckenridge, Texas were the types of people Lilith targeted: good Samaritans, nice people who helped out the needy without expecting payment in return. Lindsey Barnes taught foster children piano at the weekends for free, Michael Sanvers donated blood and had his body signed up to be used for medical research once he died (he'd even given his brother one of his kidneys when the brother had been dying from kidney failure) and Elizabeth Reynolds owned a soup kitchen- her good deeds were pretty self-explanatory. And Elizabeth had been killed yesterday, meaning another victim would probably crop up in the next few days, so I have a lot of work to do before then since currently I can't even figure out whatever the hell I'm dealing with. And I seriously don't want to let another good person die.

As I look around my crappy, empty motel room, you'd think an establishment entitled 'The Gold Palace' would be slightly fancier, I realise that just me alone stands absolutely no chance against this monster; I have to call Jody.

"Claire? You alright?" Says Jody after picking up the phone on the third ring, she sounds tired which is when I realise I called her at 1am.

"Er yeah, I'm okay. Just on a case, but I haven't got a clue what I'm hunting" I explain, waiting for Jody's response. Back when I first started hunting this is where she would have yelled/begged for me to get the hell out of Dodge and leave it to the more experienced hunters, but at this point I am one of the more experienced hunters.

"Okay then, what's it doing?" She asked, luckily not yet asking me to pack my bags. I told her everything about the case, even that this morning I stole some of the bloodied piano keys from Lindsley's murder from the morgue whilst disguised as an FBI agent. I'm not ashamed to say I flirted with the coroner to get in, she was cute after all.

"Whatever that thing is it sounds way more powerful than anything I've ever come across, and I went on a date with the King of Hell. You might want to call the boys" her advice made sense, if neither she nor I could identify what was killing folk then we'd need the Winchesters' expertise, no matter how annoying the brothers could sometimes be.

"Okay, Jody. Tell Alex to stay out of my room, okay?" I reply eventually, pondering the idea of having a rematch against Dean in mini golf after we've taken care of Lilith. I bet I can beat him this time.

"Alright, just stay safe, you hear me?"

"Sure thing, see ya." And with that I hung up the call, taking a second to look at Jody's contact photo (me, her and Alex at Christmas wearing party hats, red for me, blue for Alex and purple for Jody) before I scrolled through my contacts to find Dean W, accompanied by a picture of him with pie on his face sent to me by Cas. Oh Cas.

"Claire." He greeted shortly, his voice sounded rough and tired but more like he'd been awake for three days then he'd only just woken up. Which, based on my knowledge of Dean Winchester, sounded a lot like him.

"Hey, Dean. I've got a case with a monster I can't identify, her name's Lilith as far as I can tell." I say, as soon as I said Lilith I could hear Dean gasp uncharacteristically in shock and scramble to his feet, sounding as if he knocked over several bottles of beer as he stood up.

"Lilith! Lilith? You're sure?!?" He asked, yelling into my ear as I tried to figure out what had him so worked up. Had he met this monster before?

"Yeah, that's her name. She's killing of good Samaritans in some kind of sick joke, lots of irony involved in the murders" I replied, still trying to work out why he was so spooked.

"She's a demon, white eyes, usually blonde vessel and she died almost 10 fucking years ago!" He shouted into the phone, I was practically deaf at this point and certain everyone else could hear our conversation. I was half tempted to start preparing for the police one of the neighbors would undoubtedly call.

"I don't think it's that Lilith, I mean I haven't seen her but her powers seem way too powerful to be a demon. Even if it was a really powerful demon. Plus there was no sulfur at any of the crime scenes or on the bodies" I reason, not thinking any demon could magically make all of a person's blood disappear.

"Oh, thank God. Or Chuck, I guess. You said it's more powerful than a demon? Sam and I will definitely come check it out, where did you say you are?" Dean asked, he sounded incredibly relieved and my curiosity continued to spike wondering who the hell this Lilith person was and how on Earth they managed to freak out Dean Winchester, the guy who come back from the dead more times then I can count, to such an extent.

I gave Dean all the information about the case, where I am, who's been killed, how they were killed and what evidence I had in my possession. Eventually I finished my explanation and gave Dean a few moments to ponder it.

"It sounds like you're dealing with a trickster, Sam and... We've never fought a trickster before. There was this one guy, Gabriel, who pretended to be a trickster but he was actually an archangel. Anyway, Sam and I will make our way to you. And we'll be bringing a... Friend with us..."