I Am Complete

CHAPTER 16

SAM'S POV:

Ms. Isaldi has been staring at us for a good three minutes without saying anything. She's just sitting in her wheelchair, eyes studying us. Andy clears her throat. "Ms. Isaldi, are you aware that your daughter, Bella, is missing?" Ms. Isaldi coughs into her fist. "Yes. The goats took her." I raise an eyebrow. "....The goats?" Dean repeats. Ms. Isaldi nods. "She went running, and I told her, in that revealing garb, the goats would get her. They almost got me once when I was a girl. That's why people rarely go running in the woods."

Dean looks unconvinced. "So, you're saying that there are goats in the forest kidnapping women?" Ms. Isaldi nods again. "She wouldn't have gotten taken if she didn't go out dressed like that. They only take the pretty ones." Andy bites her lip, trying not to laugh. "What exactly was she wearing, Ms. Ibaldi?" she asks. "She was wearing those too tight running shorts, and that revealing top. She said it's fine and meant for running, but all that's good for is attracting attention." Ms. Ibaldi shakes her head, a sad look on her face.

"Can you describe what you meant when you said goat men?" I ask. Ms. Ibaldi hesitates. "They had horns on their heads. They had hooves instead of feet, their bottom half was a goat. They tried to seduce me, but I was having none of it. I was quite happy with my Harold." She sounds crazy. Completely, utterly, batshit crazy. She looks at Dean, studying him. "You look a lot like my Harold when he was younger. Harold was a sweet man, and in bed, he was-" I cut her off. "Thank you so much for your time, Ms. Ibaldi. If we have any other questions, we'll come by again." We hurriedly rush out before she can start talking about her sex life.

"So. Goat men. Interesting." Dean says. "She could be telling the truth." I point out, but even I don't believe it. "Let's get back to the bunker and do some research." Everyone agrees and we drive back, discussing theories the whole way. None of them make sense. Dean insists that it could just be a very hairy man with round feet that lives in the woods, but that doesn't seem very likely. Though I guess anything can happen on this job.

ANDY'S POV:

I focus on some of the old lore books, Dean looks at old news reports, and Sam scours the internet. "Back in the eighties, there were a couple of disappearances around the area, but once they closed the woods down because of funding, they stopped. The victims were never found. They were all girls." Dean says. "Ms. Ibaldi could have almost been captured, and she's remembering it as a monster to cope." I theorize. Suddenly, Sam's eyes go wide. He flips the computer around so we can see it.

"So, get this. I knew that the whole goat man thing sounded kind of familiar. It could be a satyr." Dean raises an eyebrow. "A what? Isn't that some sort of Jewish dinner?" I shake my head. "That's a seder." Dean just shrugs. "Satyrs are from ancient Greek lore, and they are said to be descendants from the gods Pan and Dionysus. They chased after women, drank, danced, sang. They were basically the frat boys of ancient Greece. These guys would do anything to get laid." Sam explains. "So, satyrs are just really horny goat men?" Dean asks.

Sam hesitates at the crude use of words, but he nods. "But why would the satyrs be here? And why would they start up again?" I question. "I don't know. It's definitely weird. Dean, didn't you say something about the park being closed down?" Dean nods. "Yeah, they closed it down for a couple decades, they didn't have the money to have rangers out there. They only recently reopened it." I bite my lip. "That could explain the long break. No one came through, so there was no one to abduct. Now that it's open, there's fresh pickings." This makes sense. "But what are they doing with the victims?" Dean asks.

"Well, in lore, they would take willing participants out to... do stuff. Then they would eat the person or people. It's kind of like a siren."

"And now there are no willing participants, so the satyr is kidnapping victims and eating them. Wonderful, flesh eating horny goat men. That's a first." I mumble. "How do we kill it?" Dean asks. Sam shakes his head, sighing. "It sounds like it's pretty mortal. Normal stuff will kill it." Okay, that makes things a bit easier. "How do we lure it out? It's not like we can do it with milk and cookies." Dean says. I hesitate. "I think I know how." The boys turn to look at me.

"Use me as bait. When he comes out to get me, we catch him." The boys shake their heads. "No. No way. Not happening." Dean argues. "It's too dangerous, I'm not letting you do that." Sam adds. I roll my eyes. "I'm an adult, you guys. I can handle myself. Plus, this is the best plan we've got." The boys continue to argue, but they know I'm right. "I'm doing it. End of story. Now get prepped so we can get this job wrapped up by dinner."