likely_evil | 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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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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