supernaturalfiles | 1.01 Bellefleur, Oregon

[It'd been a week since the night Sam called Dean with the words 'Jess is missing'.

Dean hadn't been overly concerned at first, figuring Sammy's paranoia was getting the better of him. But a couple days later, things had blown up into a straight up missing person case, when she hadn't shown up to classes, come back to the apartment, or checked in with any friends or family. Dean had grudgingly stuck around Sam's place, trying to keep out of the line of investigation when the cops started poking around. His plan had to be take off, go looking for Dad alone again since Sam had made it clear he wasn't riding shotgun on that particular roadtrip.

But he couldn't leave his brother in the lurch like this, not while he was freaking out over Jess' disappearance. Maybe Sam found it easy to leave family hanging in a time of need, but that wasn't his style.

But a week of fruitless searching had it made it clear that whatever had happened to Jessica wasn't a clear cut case of... anything. There were no signs of a break-in, she hadn't taken any of her stuff, her car was still parked in the garage, and no one had seen her since she went home from class the same evening Sam would later get back.

It was like she'd vanished into thin air.

The only lead they had, which wasn't a lead at all, was some neighbors complaining about bright lights appearing outside their window, but none of them could agree on what the lights had been. Some thought they were just passing high beams that had reflected through their curtains. Others said they hadn't even seen anything.

Dean had his own theories, but he didn't think Sam would like any of them.

He let his brother grab them a booth while he went up to grab their food when the order up bell rang at the little diner on the outskirts of the college town, grinning at the waitress behind the bar, and tossing her a wink, before turning to head back to their table. He tossed Sam's wrapped burger right onto his keyboard, and slid into the seat across from him.]

Dig in. And put that thing away already. You're ruinin' my appetite.

[Jess wasn't irresponsible. She wasn't the sort to just skip classes and head off to Boca Raton with friends and most of her friends hadn't talked to her. His hand rubbed at the bridge of his nose, pinching slightly trying to edge off the headache he was developing. Taking in a deep breath, his index finger dragged down the trackpad of his laptop, scrolling through Jess' email account for the hundredth time.

He wasn't even paying attention when Dean came back to the booth. He only looked up when the burger hit to the keyboard pressing a series of 'ghtysk' to the screen.

To say he wasn't impressed was selling it short. Glancing up at his brother, he picked the burger up and set it aside. He resisted making a comment, mostly because he knew that Dean was sick of hearing about Jess.

With one hand, Sam unwrapped his burger, giving it a cursory glance and wondering if he was going to spend a month eating road food.]

I'm just seeing if anyone else has emailed her, someone that doesn't know that she's been gone. [Exhaling, he picked up his burger taking a bite and flipping through the browser windows, still only paying half-attention to his brother.]

[Dean watched his brother silently for a moment as he downed a few handfuls of fries himself, before finally reaching out and slamming the laptop shut from behind. He kept his palm on it as he locked eyes with Sam across the table.]

Yeah, ok, we're moving into straight up intervention territory here. [He slid the laptop towards himself, and pulled it off the edge, setting it beside him on his seat. Laying clasped hands on the table, he leaned forward slightly, his eyes darting across the diner once before riveting back on his bro] This has gotta quit, dude.

Edited 2011-11-03 06:04 (UTC)

[Sam took in a short breath, keeping his jaw set tight. He didn't want to snap at his brother, but he really didn't appreciate being told that he wasn't supposed to go looking for his girlfriend who had been upgraded to an actual missing persons case. He wasn't married to her so the amount of information they'd give to the "suspicious boyfriend" who was "conveniently out of town" before she went missing.

This was keeping him sane. This was what was keeping him on the road with his brother, because he assumed eventually he'd get that lead and he'd need his brother to help him.

With a frown, he glanced up at his brother, taking a bite of his burger and chewing. Yep. Sam is chewing in frustration. When he swallows, he clears his throat and sits back in the booth.]

Fine. So I don't look. Instead, we'll find another case to work on. [Since his girlfriend being missing wasn't enough of a case fro him.]

There's a browser window up on there with a girl that was found in the woods with strange marks on her back. Seems like it could be something.

[Dean regarded Sam with skepticism for a second. It seemed too easy a win, and he wondered what Sam wasn't saying. But whatever, if it meant curbing his unhealthy OCD behavioral tics over this, Dean would take it. He grudgingly hauled up the laptop again, swinging it open and glancing at what Sam had been looking through. He closed the tab of Jess' email, making sure to hit the LOG OUT button before he did so.

It wasn't that he was entirely heartless about his brother's plight. Sure, he didn't know what it was like to lose someone like... that, exactly, but he knew his brother had to be hurting worrying about it.

But if there were answers out there about what had taken her, Dad would probably be the one who could track them down. Which meant tracking him down first.

Dean surveyed the info on the sight for a second, before something started niggling at the back of his mind] Oregon, huh?

[He clicked the picture of the girl to bring up a larger view of the marks, frowning at them for a long moment] ... You know, think I've seen somethin' like this before somewhere.

Edited 2011-11-03 06:35 (UTC)

[The moment the laptop was within reach, and Dean was distracted, he grabbed it and spun it toward himself, flipping through the browser windows. He was ticked that Dean had closed Jess' email, but he wasn't going to reopen that argument.]

According to this article it's happened a few other times and I've seen taser marks and those aren't them. But for that to be a recurring trend, with that distinct of a mark. I figured -- could be something.

[Which, apparently given how Dean was currently trying to figure out where he'd seen the marks before -- Sam seemed on track.]

[Dean didn't protest the laptop being stolen back, as he'd already yanked out Dad's notebook and was flipping through its well-worn pages, a fixed look of determination on his face. At one point, his eyes lit up with discovery and he leaned back, slamming a finger onto the page] Just like I thought. [He whirled it around so Sam could see, tapping his finger twice over a picture that was paperclipped to the page.] Sturgis, South Dakota: some kid named Jake McCoy, found with the same marks, back in '98. [His eyes slid further down that page and across the adjacent one] Another one - in Shamrock, Texas, that Dad tracked down, happened a few years earlier.

[His eyes lifted from the page, one brow arching pointedly as he made eye contact with Sam] 'ccording to Dad's notes, there's a long trail of these going back for decades, and he thought the cause was something supernatural. [His voice dropped in volume the slightest bit] Maybe even the thing that went after Mom kind of supernatural. [Both brows raised in a brief shrug at his brother, hoping he was going to take the bait.]

[Sam wasn't sure if he was being told something he wanted to hear or if it was really lining up that easily into something tangible, something they could at least figure out. Having the pattern was a start.]

Could be a chance to unearth something of a solid lead on Dad too. [Look, he knew that Dean was dedicated to that search and if it whatever was leading them onto a new case would push them toward their father - Sam might not be thrilled with the idea, but he wasn't going to not admit it could help.]

If this thing has to do with Mom, he'd have his hand in it too.

[Dean flipped the page, and a smirk worked its way onto his features] Looks like he already did. [He ran a hand down the inner binding so the page would stay open. There were three newspaper clippings cut out there: "Graduate of '00 Found Dead" "Body of Young Man found In State Park" and "Former Honor Student's Body Found in State Park". Each one had notes written next to it in their Dad's hand writing, and each article was labeled BELLEFLEUR, OREGON.] Dad already went out there when this... [He glanced down at the latest dated article] 'Ray Soames' kid showed up dead coupla years ago. Looks like his leads ran dry before he could figure out what was killing 'em, but if Dad caught wind of a fourth case now ...

[He let that hang in the air, implying Sam was right about their odds of running into him] So what are we stickin' around here for?

[Sam had been pretty much implying the same thing, but if Dean needed to be the brains of the operation he wasn't going to start up an argument about how that was what he meant. Instead he just listened and nodded along.

When Dean posed the question of why they were still sitting there Sam almost mentioned the food, then he remembered what the food was and shrugged.]

Let's go.

[Well, that was progress right there. Didn't even have to make Sammy promises about coming back to check on Jess when they got the chance. Maybe he was starting to think straight about this after all. Their best chances were with Dad.

All they'd have to do is find the man.

And, Dean couldn't help but think, make sure he hadn't gotten himself into some kind of trouble he needed help with along the way.

He grabbed his still wrapped burger and slid out of the seat.]

We can take it to go.

[He'll pack up his things and slide his laptop into his bag, leaving his food behind, and follow his brother. It's not exactly the most ideal situation, but if it'll keep Dean someone occupied for long enough, Sam figures he might get a few hours to himself to go over the notes he's been making about Jess and what else could've happened to her.

It wasn't about finding the next case for him, it was about making sure that eventually there wouldn't be a next case.]

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