Torturous Affairs

Chapter Two

Dean sat at his desk in his office, sipping coffee. He had the radio on and was reading the morning paper. His assistant knocked on the door. He called, "Come in, Charlotte."
She peeked her head in, "I've told you so many times-call me Charlie, Dean."
He sighed, "What do you need, Charlie?"
She smiled, "Better. There's a man here convinced his fiancé was killed by The Demon? He kept badgering me with questions and I kept telling him that's above my pay grade. So, I offered him to see the Ace himself, Dean Winchester, head of The Demon case."
He looked at the clock on the wall. He had only an hour left of work before he could leave. He took a deep breath, "Fine. Bring in the pistol."
She nodded and went back out to get him. She came back a minute later with a man in a fine suit with a tan trenchcoat and a black fedora laid upon his dark brunette hair. The man was holding an infant that couldn't have even been a year old. Dean stood up and held out his hand to greet him. He smiled, "What's buzzin', cousin?"
The man shook his hand and shifted the child to his other arm, "Hello, my name is Castiel and I'm here to report a missing person. You're the gumshoe, right?"
Dean corrected, "I'm Dean Winchester, the detective for The Demon case."
Castiel hesitated to sit down, "May I?"
Dean nodded, "Of course, please take a seat."
Castiel sat down and continued cradling his child. He stated, "I believe my fiancé might have been murdered by The Demon."
Dean turned to his computer and began typing the incident. Dean asked, "What's your financé's name?"
Dean began taking a sip of his coffee, while looking at Castiel. "Daphne Allen," Castiel stated.
Dean choked a little. Castiel asked, "What's wrong?"
Dean shook his head, "I met your fiancé last night. What a small world!"
Castiel quickly asked, "Do you know what happened to her?!"
Dean shook his head, "No, the only thing she told me was she had a fiancé. After, she had kissed me. I told her she shouldn't do that because it was wrong. Not to mention, I'm attracted to men."
Castiel questioned, "You're a queer?"
Dean shrugged, "I'd like to say I play for both sides, but I prefer men. Anyways, your wife-correction, fiancé left Dorothy's after the incident and I have not seen her since. It is possible, though, that she may have been captured by The Demon. If that is true, I am so sorry, but there is no chance your wife could still be alive. Every missing person we have had for the past seven years, have never been found. We have started to believe The Demon is taking people randomly to torchure and murder."
Castiel cried quietly. Dean rolled his eyes and walked over to him, "I promise, we will try our best to find her."
He shook his head, "The mother of my child is dead, isn't she?"
Dean rubbed Castiel's back in attempt to calm him. Dean said quietly, "By the way, you have a beautiful baby."
Castiel looked up at him with glassy eyes and smiled, "Thank you. His name is Alfred, but Alfie for short. He's the most precious little angel."
Dean smiled a little and leaned against his desk, "Would you mind if I stopped by your house after work?"
Castiel looked up confused. Dean continued, "To see if I can find any evidence or clues that may be there."
Castiel shook his head, "I don't think there would be any since she never came home, but feel free, detective. If you think that'll help."
Dean nodded, "What's your address, Castiel?"
Dean handed him a pen and paper. Castiel wrote the address down and a time to come. Dean took it and folded it into his pocket. Castiel sighed, "I, at least, want a body of some sort to bury."
Dean nodded, "We'll try to find her for you. Hopefully alive, as well!"
Castiel stood up and smiled, "Thank you so much, detective. I shall see you at seven. I won't be home until then because I have some errands to run."
Dean smiled, "Perfect."
He held the door open for the small family. He waved goodbye, "I'll see you then, Castiel and Alfie!"
Charlie walked up to Dean, "So? How'd it go?"
Dean sighed, "Just like every other case. I have to tell them that most likely their loved one is dead and we will try our best to find them. We all know there is never any evidence left behind. The Demon is very intricate with his work in making sure no one finds out."
Charlie gripped his shoulder, "You'll find him someday. You're the best we have."
Dean smiled, "You're right. Thank you."
He walked into his office and grabbed his coat, hat, and briefcase. Charlie asked, "Ducking out early?"
Dean nodded, "We have a criminal to catch, now don't we?"
"Now that's the detective I know," she exclaimed.
Dean left the station and got into his FIAT. He said to himself in reassurance, "Come on, you aren't going to let some dreamboat and his kid soften you up. You got this. You are the best. Everyone knows it."
He drove down the street and waved at familiar faces. He had his plan all set up inside his mind. While Castiel is out, he is going to place Daphne's body deep inside their basement somewhere even Castiel wouldn't think to look.