Carry on my Wayward Kid

A Grim Week ~ Part 1

                                     ~Monday~

"Sam, Sammy wake up."
"Sammy!"
Sam jolted awake from his dream. He turned to see his brother Dean facing him, his brows knitted together.
"You ok Sammy? You looked like you were in an eclectic chair..."
"Yeah, I'm fine, just a weird dream." Sam said turning to look at the window it was dark out with only a few stars dotting the sky.
"Dream?" Dean asked, with slight panic in his voice.
"Yeah... but it was normal, kind of, it's...it's fine."
Dean just scoffed, "Normal- what kind of dream is "normal" for you?"
"I don't know, all I saw in my dream was a kid? I just saw the back of him. That's really all I remember, nothing even happened." Sam said shrugging and sinking back in his seat.
"What did he look like." Dean questioned.
"Uh, I mean from what I could see just really short brown hair, a black shirt, and oh, and Jedi braid."
"Jedi braid, like from Star Wars?"
"Yeah..." Sam trailed off.
There was silence for a minute, broken every so often by the hum of the Impala. Same cleared his throat, "So, where we headed?"
"Good ol' Utah," Dean smiled, pulled out a newspaper and handed it to Sam.
Sam looked it over and read out loud; "Four towns children, and two adults disappear in the same day, remains were later found mangled and half eaten. Possible animal attack, three with their liver and heart missing."
"Huh, that is odd," Sam muttered putting the newspaper down. "Do you think it's a wear wolf...?"
Dean shrugged, "Maybe, the paper didn't really have a good coroner's report, guess we'll have to see when we get there." Sam just hummed in acknowledgement and sunk down in his seat.

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Sam and Dean drove into Utah around mid-afternoon. They pulled into a small inn, right next to a burger joint Dean had insisted on going to.
They walked into the restaurant and sat at a booth. A waitress came up to take their order.
"What can I get you boys?" She asked kindly, her blond hair falling gently across her shoulders.
"One bacon burger please." Dean smirked.
"Just a salad for me." Sam said, rolling his eyes,"
"Be right up." She said, Dean winked at her as she walked away.
God, he just hits on anything that moves, doesn't he?" Sam thought.
Soon their order came, and they discussed going to the local medical examiner, checking out the dead bodies and going to talk to the families around town.
Then a young girl walked out of the kitchen and turned around to say something to a customer.
Sam looked up for a minute, and saw her, but then did a double take. She had short brown hair and wore a black shirt. And a small Jedi braid was running down her back. Sam's eyes went wide.
"Dean... Dean." He said smacking his arm.
"What?" Dean said his mouth full of burger.
"That's the kid a saw in my dream." Sam said, pointing to the girl standing adjacent to them. She turned around slightly, reaching towards the door.
"W-wait really? I thought you said it was a boy?" Dean asked looking back at the girl again.
"Guess I was wrong." Sam said, getting up.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to ask her about the case. Dean, if I saw her in my dream maybe she has something to do with it."
"Good point." Dean agreed and got up too. They followed the girl outside.
"Excuse me," Sam said, gently taping her shoulder.
She jumped and turned around, "Yeah?" she asked skeptically.
"FBI." Dean said, and the brothers both produced their fake badges.
"I'm agent Angus, this is agent Malcolm" He said pointing to Sam.
The girl raised her eye brows, "Lemme' see those badges."
The brothers looked at each other for a moment, it wasn't uncommon for people to want to see their badges, so they handed them over.
The girl chuckled, "One, I know a fake ID when I see one, but these are pretty good quality fakes."
"How-" Sam started. But before he could finish, the she pulled out fake ID of her own. It claimed she was 21, and she clearly was not. Sixteen, maybe Seventeen at the most.
"And two, I'm 80% sure I've heard those names before, but, it's a small world." She shrugged and handed their FBI badges back.
Sam and Dean exchanged glances again.
"So 'Mr. FBI' what do you want?" She asked, folding her arms.
"We're looking into the murders of the six people that died on Monday." Dean said.
"Right, those, well I'm not the person you want to come to for that." She smiled.
"Why is that." Sam asked.
"Because I've told my theory to the police before and they didn't believe me, not that I expected them too."
"Were not regular police are we," Dean said, looking down at the girl before him.
"Well then, I uh, believe it's a Grim." She stated, shifting awkwardly.
"A Grim?" Dean raised a brow.
"Yeah ya' know giant black dog? Omen of death?" More confused looks.
"Hell hounds?" She tried.
They both perked up at this, "Hell hounds?" they said at the same time.
She laughed, "Yeah I guess, you saw the bodies, right? They were practically confetti."
"You saw the bodies?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, they were all over the news, they hadn't had an attack like this in like, 50 years or something. Obviously, they were censored, but you could tell there wasn't much left of em'."
"Huh." Dean said and looked at Sam as if to say Demon? Sam heavy sighed, conforming it was probably a demon. Those poor suckers probably made deals and their debt had been paid in a hell hound attack.
"And you're sure it's a hell hound?" Dean said.
"Yeah, I mean no, I don't know? I believe in ghosts in stuff like that, so a Grim is the only logical explanation I could think of for what happened to those people."
Suddenly a small "ding" noise came from the girl's pocket.
"Damn, I'm late," She said pulling out a small flip phone and putting it back in her jacket pocket.
"Well I hope you solve your little mystery. For all I know it could be a Chupacabra," She chuckled and started to walk away.
Sam stopped her "Hey, uh we didn't catch your name."
The girl turned around, "It's Jamie, Jamie Fletcher."
"I'm Sam, this is my brother Dean." Sam said, gesturing to the man beside him, Dean nodded.
Jamie smiled, "Nice to meet you." She gave a slight bow and jogged off.