Huntress

Part 18: Legacy

You watched as Uncle Dean walked into the room, he'd called Cas about fifteen times this week and still nothing. Dad walked in from the other entrance, holding a load of papers and articles. You all sat at the table, "Still no word from Cas?" Dad stated the obvious,
"Nothing." Uncle Dean huffed. He picked up his guns and began to clean them. You noticed he did this when he was worried.
"He's Cas. This isn't the first time he's just dropped off the map. He'll be fine." Dad tried to reassure his brother, who hummed a "Yeah..." in response.

"Well, I've been researching demons. Turns out we have a lot of books on demons."
You chuckled.
"But nothing useful for Daegon."

"Helpful." You stated sarcastically. You glanced up when a notification appeared on your Dad's laptop screen. "Huh," He grabbed Uncle Dean's attention "I just got an email from Mick...It's a case."
"Good." Uncle Dean replied before wiping the barrel of his pistol.

"Why didn't he call?" You wondered aloud.

"Some guy called Jarrod Hayes went missing last week in Tomahawk, Wisconsin....Mick say's this place has a history.

"Meaning...?"

"Well someone went missing every year for some time until it stopped twenty years ago...well, until now." Dad paraphrased.

"What so it's like a cycle or something?" You suggested.

"Something like that."

As everyone was throwing some bags into the back of Baby your Dad stopped you. "You sure you're okay to come?"
"Yeah. I'm fine." You nodded. You were far too determined to quit.
His eyebrows furrowed sympathetically. "If you want to stop at any point just say." He paused before adding "Promise?"
"Promise." You smiled.

The three of you raised an eyebrow at the Sheriff. He was adding the finishing touches to some sort of taxidermy project. It was a little creepy to say the least. You'd taken on Claire's advice and after managing to convince your Dad to let you tag along as they posed as FBI agents. It was amazing what a little makeup and smart-wear could do.

"You know what I don't get..." the Sheriff began "Why the fed's are so interested?" He didn't look away from his work.
"Just following orders." Uncle Dean answered in a way that said it wasn't up for question.
"What can you tell us about the case?" Dad asked after clearing his throat.
"Not much to tell," the Sheriff picked up some sort of tweezers and began fixing any hair that looked out of place to him "Some kids were hanging out, Jarrod went home and never made it."
"You don't seem very worried." You noticed his casual demeanor.
"If you ask me he bailed. He had it tough you know...real tough." The Sheriff started to sew something up on the creature.
"Tough?" Uncle Dean raised an eyebrow.
"His Mom left years ago and his Dad...well...lets just say Jarrod fell down the stairs a lot."

"You knew he was being abused?" You tried not to sound angry.

"We tried to help him, but taking a child away from his parents, even if they're the evilest people in the world, its hard."
You couldn't argue with him, but you didn't fully agree either.

Uncle Dean went back to the issue at hand "You said Jarrod was with friends the night he went missing, did any of them say anything?"
"Nothin' worth repeating....there, ain't he precious?" The Sheriff sat back from his completed work and did a sort of 'voila' pose. You smiled awkwardly, trying to look impressed.
"Any idea where we can find any of these friends?" Dad wondered.

"Darren Boston? Agents Stark, Martel and Pond." You held up your badges briefly.
"Ah no..." Darren whispered to himself, tossing his joint to the floor. You picked it back up and handed to his confused face "That stuff's expensive."
"Thanks?" He mumbled.
"We uh, we wanted to ask you a few quick questions about the night your friend Jarrod Hayes went missing?" Dad explained.
"What about it?" He huffed.
"The Sheriff said you were with him." Dad continued.
"Yeah well the Sheriff can suck it. He thinks Jarrod just upped and left this town."
"And you don't?" You said curiously.
"I know he didn't. But the cops aren't gonna believe me, not if the Sheriff doesn't. He's got it in for me." Darren complained.
"Why?"
He held up his fag in an obvious manor "Why do you think?"