Clash of Worlds

Chapter 2- Supernatural

"Sam, what the hell are we looking at here?"

Sam shrugged, still intently focused on his laptop.

"I'm not sure. It's not angel kills, and it's not demon kills. I'd say we're dealing with a plain murderer."

Dean snorts. "We don't deal with human murderers. Let the police deal with it."

"Yeah, but the police have tried to deal with it. They all died too. This thing is impossible to kill." Sam says. Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Thing? Thought you said it was human."

"I did. But I don't know. There's no sign of torture or fatal marks on any of the bodies. It's like they just.... keeled over and died. No poison, no chemicals, nothing." Sam muttered. He taps something in and frowns, leaning closer to the laptop.

"What?" Dean asks. "Another attack?"

Sam nods his head. "Kind of. Lets go."

Dean snorts and follows his brother out of the bunker. As soon as they both get into the impala, he turns to Sam.

"Tell me where were going, then call Cas. I want back-up."

Sam rolls his eyes and tells him. Then he takes out his phone and dials Cas. He picks up on the third ring.

"Sam?"

"Cas. Where are you right now?"

There's silence for a moment. Then, "I don't know. But can you get here?"

Sam frowns. "I was going to ask you to meet us. What's up?"

Dean glances over to Sam and shoots him a confused look before starting the car.

"Lots of people are dying. And I can't really figure out why."

"That's what's going on here! Listen, I'm going to trace the call. We'll meet up with you there." Sam says and hangs up. He types something in on his laptop.

"What'd he say?" Dean asks, worried. "I didn't like how that sounded."

He ignored him for a moment, typing. Then he looked up with a grim look on his face.

"Cas is already where we're going. This is real bad if he's on it before we are."

Dean rolled his eyes. "No joke."

2 hours later, the car pulled into a dark alley. Night had long since fallen, leaving the hunters to do their work in the dark. Dean stepped out of the car, followed by Sam.

"Cas?" He calls. "Cas! Where are you?"

A figure steps out of the shadows. "Dean. Sam. Glad you could come."

Dean nods. "Ya, ya. What's so big?"

Cas glances behind his shoulder. "The people in this area, they've been dying."

"Yeah, we know. No signs of death. Bodies still healthy. Got it." Sam says.

Cas nods. "Good. Listen, I saw one of the murders."

"What? What happened?" Sam asks.

"It.... it's weird. It's like the earth just went inside the person. Dirt pours out of their mouth and ears and noses and then they just fall over. Dead."

Dean shifts a little bit. "You telling me that-that this murderer- is dirt?" He finishes with an unbelieving expression. Cas nods gravely.

"Yes. Now, I don't really-" He's cut off by a low, unearthly sound.

Dean swears. "What's that?"

Cas stares around anxiously. "There! It's happening again!"

Grabbing Deans jacket sleeve, he sprints down the alley. Sam runs after them. They stop at the edge of the alley and stare out.

In the middle of the street crouches a woman. Dirt pours out of her ears and nose, and she coughs up even more. There's a wail, and she collapses to the pavement. Sam makes to walk out to her, but Cas throws his hand out.

"Wait." He whispers.

As they watch, the ground surrounding the body turns to sand and mixes with the dirt. It churns for a moment, cleaning the dirt away. Then it sifts back into the concrete.

"No sign of injury." Sam whispers.

"No poisoning. No chemicals." Dean agrees with him.

"That's one neat murder." Cas mutters.

Sam nods, still staring at the body.

"I have no idea what we're dealing with."

"Yeah, I think this is a little out of our comfort zone." Dean whispers back. Pushing Cas gently out of the way, he steps out into the street. With careful steps in case the sand comes back, he makes his way over to the woman. He kneels down next to her and frowns. Sam and Cas join him a moment later.

Dean lifts up the woman's arm.

"You recognize this?"

They all stare at the tattoo. It has the letters SPQR at the top, followed by 10 stripes and a picture of a harp. Sam shakes his head.

"Never seen anything like it. Is it a protection thing?"

Cas slowly shakes his head. "No... it has nothing to do with angels or demons. There's definitely some kind if ancient power there though." Reaching out, he pressed his index finger to it and closed his eyes. They opened a moment later.

"I don't understand it."

Dean sits back and looks up at the clear night sky. "Neither do I."