Deadly

Chapter 16

ANONYMOUS P.O.V.

It was irritatingly strategic, the way that Dean Winchester was never at the crime scenes. I wasn't sure if his friends knew I was looking for him, and were purposely trying to keep him away from places I could possibly be where I would attack, or if they were completely clueless, and it was a complete coincidence. Either way, it was incredibly irritating, and I was getting sick of it. How many people would I have to kill for him to get the fucking clue and show up at a crime scene? I wasn't exactly getting sick of killing innocent people, I mean, I loved the look of utter terror that came across their faces when they realized they were going to die. I loved the way they begged for their lives and screamed when I began to torture them. The rush it gave me could be compared to how humans felt when they did drugs- it was a high for me.

I needed a new tactic, a new way to get Dean Winchester out in the open.

I could use Sam. The originality of that plan made me cringe- every supernatural force the brothers had fought in the past had used them against each other. I was different, I was better, and I was going to come up with a better plan. Besides, I liked Sam. He was my favorite human to be around, and killing him would upset me just as much as Dean and Marilyn and all the other hunters Sam was friends with.

I watched the outside of the house, keeping my attention on where Luke and Marilyn were seated, talking to Miranda. I didn't feel bad for her, of course I didn't. Her husband hadn't been able to help me find a way to lure Dean away from his hunter friends, so I killed him, just like I had done to all the other guys that couldn't help me. This time I got sloppy, though, and wasn't able to completely kill him before his wife got home and I had to disappear. I heard him tell her who I was looking for, which could either make or break my plan. Of course I knew she would tell the information she had been given, but the question was, would anyone believe her?

I was almost certain that this was a good thing. Dean would hear I'm looking for him, and try to be the hero, which would work to my advantage and I could kill him and go back home. But when Marilyn showed up in that awful pant-suit she had to wear for cases, with her brown hair pinned back, showing off her beautiful face, I became weary. If Miranda told her I was looking for Dean, my plan wouldn't work, becuase Marilyn wouldn't let Dean be wreckless enough to get killed. She loved him, it was obvious, and I could tell just by the way she looked at him. He loved her, too, although neither of them had told each other. The fact that they loved each other just made me want to kill him more, I mean, I was in love with Marilyn, and before Dean had showed up, I thought I might have a chance. But of course, the stupid bastard had to come into the picture and ruin the whole fucking thing.

I watched Marilyn closely, waiting to see if Miranda had told her I was looking for Dean. So far, Marilyn looked calm, a look of sympathy taking over all the features on her beautiful face. She looked at me, giving me a small smile. She quickly looked away from me, back to Miranda, a wave of excitement crossing her face before she composed herself, the sympathy mask coming back.

When Miranda spoke again, pure terror was visible on Marilyn's face. Fuck. Everything became more complicated in a matter of seconds. I should've killed Miranda- there would've been no way for Marilyn to know I was hunting Dean. As soon as Marilyn could, she would tell Dean, and killing him would become much harder than it should have been.

A plan dawned on me then, one I should've thought of much sooner. Marilyn waas going to tell Dean- and then I was going to kidnap her.

Marilyn's P.O.V.

Miranda stayed quiet, long enough for me to question if she was going to answer. "Miranda?"

Miranda let out another small sob before saying, "Dean. Dean Winchester."

Everything stopped. The world stopped turning, my heart stopped beating. In that moment, everything ceased to exist. And then, when the world came back, I couldn't speak. Luke looked at me, waiting for me to say something, but when I didn't, he spoke up.

"Do you know who that is? Did your husband?"

Miranda shook her head. "We didn't know him."

"So he means nothing to you?" I asked, unsure of how to phrase my questions. "That means nothing to you?"

She shook her head again. "No, I'm sorry. That's all I know."

"Thank you for your time, Miranda. I'm sorry for your loss." Luke said, standing up. I followed his lead as he walked into the house, approaching Mason and Aaron. "We have a bit of a situation." Luke said, his fear clear in his voice now. At least I wasn't the only one freaking out.

Mason and Aaron nodded. "Tell me about it." Aaron muttered.

"We're done in here. Did you talk to the Mrs.?" Mason asked.

I nodded. "This is a bigger problem than we had originally thought."

"Let's go." Luke said, nodding toward the door.

As we exited the house, another car was now in front of the large house.

"Crap." Luke, Mason, Aaron and I muttered at the same time.

The 1967 Impala parked right behind the car the four of us were driving. A very serious looking Dean stepped out, suit on and badge in hand.

"Go." Luke whispered, turning around and grabbing my wrist, pulling me back into the house. "Go, go, go, go!"

The four of us rushed back into the house, looking for an alternative way out.

"We're screwed," Mason mumbled, leading us into the kitchen. Thankfully, none of the police offers were in the house, so exploring it was easy. We could hear Dean talking to an officer about what had happened.

"Another FBI member?" The officer asked.

"What?" Dean replied.

"There's four other one's inside." the officer replied, his voice getting closer.

"What do we do?" Aaron asked, his voice low.

"We can't get caught hiding. The cops will question it." I whispered, hating that Dean was going to catch us. "We have to go out there."

"Marilyn, no." Mason whispered back.

I ignored Mason, stepping into the living room and pulling Luke out with me. Aaron followed us, and Mason, groaning, came out was well. We pretended to inspect the living room, Dean and the officer coming in shortly after.

"Here's where it happened," the officer said, then looked at us. "I'm sure they can fill you in." he walked back out into the front yard then, leaving us alone with a very angry looking Dean.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" Dean demanded, trying to keep his voice low.

"Working a case." I answered, my voice shaking. "Same as you."

Dean glared at me, shaking his head. "Are you serious? I told you not to do this!"

"We can talk about that later," I said. "We're done here, we'll see you at Peter's." I walked around Dean, hoping the guys were following me.

"Marilyn!" Dean stage-whispered. I didn't turn around, and I didn't slow down. I lead the way back to Mason's car, not stopping until I slammed the door to the passenger's seat shut.

Mason, Luke, and Aaron were right behind me, closing their doors at the same time.

"Well fuck." Mason said, starting the car.