The Winchester Three (S1): The Beginning

Ch 9 Section 2

At the Sheriff's Department...

A deputy named Kathleen studied Dean's fake ID as he stood in front of her, "So, what can we do for you, Officer Washington?"

"I'm working a missing persons."

She raised a brow, "I didn't know the Jenkins case was being covered by the state police."

"Oh, no. No, there's someone else. Two people actually." He corrected, "Uh, they're my cousins. We were havin' a few last night at this bar down by the highway, and I haven't seen him since."

"Do your cousins have a drinking problem?"

"Sam drinks two beers and he's doin' karaoke." Dean chuckled making Kathleen smile, "And Angel just had a few." He shook his head, "No, they weren't drunk. They were taken."

"Alright." Kathleen nodded and sat down at her computer as Dean followed suit across from her, "What are their names?"

"Winchester." He answered promptly, "Angel and Sam Winchester."

"Like the rifle?"

"Like the rifle."

Kathleen typed Angel's name in the computer first and brought up her lengthy police record. She observed the page before sending Dean a look.

"Angel Winchester's been in quite the amount of trouble." She turned back to the computer reading off her file, "Grand theft auto, assaulting a police officer, battery..."

Dean nodded stiffly, forgetting they might find that if they ran her name, "Yeah, she's uh... rough around the edges. Good person though, just had a hard life."

She clicked on Sam's link next before moving onto Deans to bring up his record, "Sam Winchester is pretty clean... I'm assuming you know that their brother Dean died in St. Louis and was suspected of murder."

Dean tried his best to look nonchalant, "Yeah, Dean. Kind of the black sheep of the family. Handsome, though."

"Uh-huh." She typed something else and brought up more search results on the computer, "Neither of them are showing up in any current field reports."

"Oh, I already have a lead. I saw a surveillance camera by the highway."

"The county traffic cam?"

"Yeah. I'm thinking the camera picked up whatever took him." He quickly corrected himself at her look, "Or, whoever."

"Well, I have access to the traffic cam footage down at the county works department, but... In the meantime, let's do this the right way." She stood and retrieved some paperwork from a filing cabinet, "Why don't you fill out a missing persons report for each of them and sit tight over here?"

"Officer, look..." Dean took the clipboard she handed him with a frown, "They're family. I kind of- I kind of look out for both of them. You gotta let me go with you."

"I'm sorry, I can't do that."

"Well, tell me something. Your county has its fair share of missing persons. Any of 'em come back?" Kathleen looked away from him as her eyes became sad and he went on, "Angel and Sam are my responsibility, and they're comin' back. I'm bringin' them back."

At the County Works Department...

Dean sat outside on a bench as Kathleen came up behind him holding printouts of the camera footage, "Greg." At her voice, he stood up and turned to her, "I think we've got something." She handed him the printouts, "These traffic cams take an image every three seconds, as part of the Amber Alert program. These images were all taken around the time that your cousins disappeared."

Dean flipped through the first few with a frown, "This really isn't what I'm looking for."

"Just wait- next one." He turned the page and saw an image of a rusty truck driving, "This one was taken right after Sam and Angel left the bar. Look at the back end of that thing. Now, look at the plates."

Dean turned another page and saw a close-up image of the truck's license plates, "The plates look new. It's probably stolen."

"So, whoever's driving that rust bucket must be involved."

A beat-up van drove by. Dean's interest was instantly caught by it when he heard the engine whining loudly. His conversation with the kid a few days ago was prominent in his mind.

"Hear that engine?"

"Yeah?"

"Kind of a whining growl, isn't it?"

"Sure..."

Dean stared at the van as it drove away, "I'll be damned."

With Sam and Angel...

The door to the building creaked open before the two men from before walked through holding guns. Sam and Angel both backed up the furthest their cages would allow them to at their entrance. One of the men pointed his shotgun directly at Sam as the other went to the panel and unlocked Angel's cage.

Once the door swung open he walked over and motioned his rifle at her, "Get up and c'mere, darlin'."

"Yeah." She scoffed as she stood and readied for a fight, "Not happenin'."

"Now you listen to my brother bitch, or I'll fill this here boy with buckshot." The other one pumped the shotgun in his hands and moved closer to Sam's cage, "Move."

The man in front of her laughed as he stared her down, "You heard 'em."

Angel's eyes flashed to Sams who started shaking his head once he realized that she was going to listen, "Don't, Angel. Stay where you are."

"It's okay, Sammy."

He hurried over and jerked the bars of his cell, "Stay away from her!"

"Sam." She sent him a warning look before she put her hands up and slowly walked out the cage, warily watching the men, "I'll be fine."

Her eyes met her brothers distraught fear stricken ones as the man grabbed her roughly by the hair on the back of her head, "Get your hands off her! I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!"

Angel's hands went to grip the man's as he jerked her painfully towards the exit, his brother now pointing the shotgun at her, "You try anythin' slick and I start breakin' bones. You hear me?"

She grimaced and looked at her little brother once more, "I hear you, asshole."

"Angel!" Sam screamed as they closed the door behind them, "Angel, no!"

Soon the men shoved her through the front door of the main house, "Missy!" The one holding her bellowed out, "Come down here!"

A young girl hurried down the steps. She looked unwashed and had long, uncombed blonde hair that looked very matted up. Missy looked at Angel curiously before turning to her brothers.

Angel eyed her and the messy house in confusion, "What the fu-"

She hissed in pain when the guy holding her jerked her roughly, "You watch your mouth 'round my little sister."

"Noted." Angel grimaced and tightened her hands around the guys wrist when he did it again, "I'll remember my manners."

"Good." He looked down to his sister, "Go get mommas bag. Pa wants her washed up before dinner." He grinned and pulled Angel closer to him, her grimacing as he leaned into her neck and took a deep sniff, "We're gonna make you look real nice, darlin'."