likely_evil | Interigating the Witness

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Interigating the Witness

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CONTROL always ran scans of hospital intakes to see if there was anything suspicious coming in. Around 4am there was an intake that raised a few flags. Four dead, one survivor - body almost as if it was carved.

It wasn't the deaths that raised the flags. It was the description of the people. More in particular was their possessions.

"Rock salt rounds in two sawed off shotguns. Two silver knives. Three water bottles." Sam was flipping through the list as he sat in the car, his blue tooth headset lit. "Definitely a hunter. And whatever they were hunting hit them hard and fast. And there's a trail that goes across the country with similar parameters."

"So a serial demonic killer?" His boss back at CONTROL talked back to him. "Alright, 23. Go in and question the survivor. Do what you have to to get the hunter's trust and hook that device up to her blood pressure monitor. We'll tell you if she's giving you true answers or not."

"Got it." Sam got out of the car and headed up to the ICU, flashing his badge before being shown into the room where Delilah was. He walked over to her machines, checking the levels and placing the device on it before looking at the girl who was lucky to be alive.

Pulling a chair up to the bed, he sat down and just waited for her to wake up.

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Sam smiled. Yup, a hunter.

"Something like that." Reaching into his pocket, Sam pulled out the ID he used and flashed it. "Though I'm not the kind of suit you'd be used to, Delilah, right? My name's Sam. Sam Winchester. And I want to know what it was that did this to you."

He knew it was risky giving his real name, but in the hunter world, trust was everything. And people knew the Winchester name. He had nothing to lie for there.

Oh, shit.

Of all the really shitty luck, this was certainly the shittiest. What the fuck was he supposed to tell this guy when he asked her about how she got out? She couldn't mention Dean, she made him a promise, but dude. This was his friggin' brother. Fuck fuck fuck fuck ...

She started to sit up slightly, looking over her tray for a minute before responding, eyes not meeting Sam's. She hoped she was passing for mournful or depressed.

"Winchester, huh?"

"Yes." His eyes looked over the tray and saw a note sitting there. He tried to read it upside down, getting most of it and hoping the camera that was in his tie tack picked it up so they could analyze it later.

He leaned forward, his hands clasped between his knees. "I'm a hunter, like you. And I've been trying to track down this demon that did this to you. I need to know what happened so I can pick his trail up again. Can you tell me?"

Delilah'd found the note too -- she smiled slightly, before pulling it back and crumpling it in her hand. She figured that Sam would be able to recognize his brother's handwriting, so she didn't want him to look at that too closely. Though he was playing for the law now, so who knows what kind of tricks he has.

"His name's Alastair. White, older guy -- kind of reminded me of my pediatrician. Which, now that I think about it, is really kind of creepy. Anyway -- don't think I can tell you much more than that, Ponch. After that, it gets kind of blurry."

Well, that wasn't exactly true. She knew exactly what the demon wanted, but that fell within the parameters of what she wasn't allowed to say. "Though, I'm pretty sure he was intendin' to kill me. Guess I'm a lucky little bitch, huh?"

She's telling the truth. We'll start looking up information on this Alastair and see if we can get any prints to trace the body's true owner. See what else you can get.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, you were, especially looking at what you friends ended up looking like. Why were you hunting him?"

"I wasn't."

She swallowed hard, leaning back again in the pillows as the survivor's guilt started to kick in and the events before Alastair took place. "Got a call from a buddy of mine, sayin' that there was a hunt about fifty miles from where I was at at the time. Said it was a spirit, easy hunt, just go in salt the body and be done with it. Figured it was no big deal -- trusted the guy who called me, thought I'd be in and out before anything could go down."

She paused for a minute, reaching up to run a hand through her hair. "When I got there -- I found out that my friend was bait. Alastair possessed him and used his voice in order to get me down there. I wasn't hunting him, Sam, he was hunting me." She still didn't understand why. Sure, she and Dean were friends, but what the hell was that going to get them? Dean was smarter than that. Or, at least, she hoped he was.

She shrugged. "Just another case of me in over my head."

"And no idea why this Alastair was hunting you?" Sam watched her. There was something more in the way she talked. He just had to find the right question.

"He wasn't exactly forthcoming," she sighed slightly. "At least not that I can remember. Maybe he was just pissed that helped axe a group of demons earlier. There were a good chunk of 'em -- maybe they were his."

That had to have been the way he found her -- the demons earlier. All of them wound up dead, so maybe she took it as a sign that that's where Dean was. But she still couldn't figure out why he didn't just attack Dean there and then. Why waste his time fucking her up when he could just fuck up the one he wanted. She had a feeling that with his paygrade, he wasn't sweating the wards, even Ruby's souped up ones.

The wheels were starting to spin, because while she had originally been so sure why Alastair had wanted her -- now she was starting to question that a bit.

There's something there. She's telling the truth, but keep digging.

Sam leaned back a moment, licking his lips. "And what about the person who found you... the nurses mentioned someone staying here with you for awhile?"

Ahh, Winchester. I knew you cared, you sap.

A grin stretched across her face, before she shrugged. "Guess I got a guardian angel, huh? As I said -- I'm a pretty lucky bitch."

Lying. She knows him. Her heart's starting to race.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Well, before I go to look at the room's security footage, perhaps you can tell me if you remember anything about your hero. Face, description? I'd like to speak with him about what he might have seen."

She didn't like lying to Sam. Sam seemed like a good guy, and she knew that she was horrible at it. But a promise to Dean meant more to her than a bad feeling about lying to his brother.

"Wish I could. Best I can get you is that he kind of looked like Steve McQueen. But that could have just been the blood loss talking."

Another lie.

Sam sighed, looking at her a moment. "Steve McQueen, huh?" There was something in that which tugged at the edge of his mind, but he ignored it for now.

"Well, I think I've taken enough of your time." Sam stood up. "I'm sure the footage in the security cameras will give me the information I need to find this McQueen anyway. I'll have to bring him in for questioning. Protocol, you see. Just to make sure he isn't being worn by the demon that did this to you."

"Yeah. No, no -- I get it," Delilah nodded, leaning back on the bed a little more again. "Nice talkin' to ya, hoss."

She could have just left it at that. She should have just left it at that, but her gut couldn't let him go without saying something, because as far as she was concerned, his last name was the elephant in the room. She paused for a moment, before looking over at him.

"Hey, Sam?"

Sam stopped in the doorway, looking back at the small girl in the large bed with the machines. "Yeah?"

She looked down at her hands for a minute, reminding herself to speak in past tense and not give Dean away unintentionally.

"I knew your brother. Before he, ya know -- " She paused for a minute, before drawing her finger across her throat and making a slight choking sound. Probably not the most tactful way to put it, but tact has never been one of her strong suits. "He, uh -- he was a good guy. I'm sorry."

What exactly she was sorry about, probably not what he was thinking, but the apology itself was sincere.

No, the motion wasn't appreciated, and she would see that from the way his body stiffened and his jaw set. His eyes also darkened a bit, glaring at her.

He could see the sentiment, but the aloofness of it wasn't something he could handle. To Sam, Dean's death was still too painful to be able to appreciate jokes like that. He didn't even mutter a thanks. He just turned and walked out, trying to bite back the anger that came with it.

In the security room, he focused on the tapes. Delilah was brought in by two people. One he couldn't see because he always kept his back to the cameras. The other...

23, your vitals are elevating. What's wrong? Lloyd's voice came over the headset.

"Ruby." He pointed at the screen. "She's probably gone by now."

Can you find the parking lot footage? We can find the car they came in and track it.

Sam did as his analyst asked, getting the tape for the time. Alright. There's a car that will take you to a hotel for the night. We'll run the data, see what we can find, and let you know.

"You might want to keep an eye on her security cam," Sam stated. "In case they come back."

On it.

Thanking the guard, Sam made his way out, waiting for the car to arrive. He stopped a moment, feeling a set of eyes on him, and he looked around to see if he could find the source of it. However, the car pulled up and Sam just got in, letting himself get driven away.

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