Pretty, Reckless, Winchester

XXIV. Heartbreaker

Season Ten

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A woman was suspended above someone by chains. She was bleeding from several wounds.

"I heard the rumors. I said "no, that can't be". A Winchester, one of us? But it's true, isn't it? Whatever soul you had; whatever boy scout code you cuddled up to at night; it's all gone. Leaving what? Look at you!"

Sam held a bloody knife. "Where is Crowley?"

"Eat me." Dar retorted.

Sam nodded and smirked, hesitated, stepped forward, and plunged the knife into Dar's stomach. "One more time! Where is Crowley?!"

Sam twisted the blade as Dar moaned in pain. "Where's my brother?"

"I don't know!" Dar cried.

Sam cut Dar's neck and held a cup to it to catch the blood.

"No one knows!" Dar screamed. "They won't answer!"

"Make the call!" Sam ordered.

"We're under orders!!"

"Make the call!!"

Dar was crying. "Please!"

Sam dropped the cup, grabbed Dar's face, and screamed at her. "Where's my brother?!"

He made his way back to the bunker and Holly immediately greeted him. "Anything?"

Sam shook his head and noticed the table. He picked up the books. "'Demonic Possession'? 'Rituals of Human Possession'? You think these'll help?"

Holly shrugged. "I hope so. Your phone's ringing."

Sam answered and spoke a little before saying, "Right, right, so, no noticeable crop failures, no mass cattle deaths, nothing?"

"No, nothing on the radar, nothing on the scope. I'd say that's a good thing."

"No...yeah, yeah, yeah, you're right. I hear you, Mike. Thanks. That is a good thing. Alright, well, keep me and Holly posted if anything does pop up."

"Alright. Watch yourself, Sam. Watch out for your sister."

"I will. You got it. Thanks."

Sam hung up the phone. He washed his face with his good hand, since one was in the sling, and stared into the mirror. As he walked out, he noticed Holly had a glass of what he guessed to be whiskey. The two of them sat at the table with books, a police scanner, and Sam researched crop conditions on his laptop. Eventually, he got up and opened the door to Dean's room and turned on the light. He picked up a folded note from Dean's pillow, which read 'SAMMY, HOLLY LET ME GO'. Sam made his way to the kitchen, made breakfast and coffee for him and Holly and sat down, still researching. Holly refused her breakfast and noticed the word slain and pointed to it. Sam looked at the page. "Missing Ohio Man Found Slain in Wisconsin". He snatched up his phone and dialed.

"Sam. Hello." Cas said.

"I think Holly and I might have found something. You're on speaker."

"Oh good, good." He coughed several times painfully.

"Cas?" Holly asked. "You there?"

"It's okay, I'm...um...I'm okay. Go...go on." He coughed more painfully.

Sam spoke again. "Alright, get this. A "John Doe" who was murdered in Wisconsin a week ago turns out to be this guy named Drew Neely who went missing from religious order in Northern Ohio...okay?"