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“Whatcha got there, Sammy?”
Dean glanced his eyes over at Sam, who held a flashlight in the passenger seat, looking over a newspaper clipping. Sometimes Dean couldn’t tell if his brother looked at these clippings because he was actively searching for a new case to check out or if he was just bored. With how long these “road-trips” were, he wouldn’t be surprised if it was the latter.
“It’s from a town called Bowie, located in Maryland.” Sam stated, not taking his eyes off of the paper. “Says the police there found a body that was mutilated beyond recognition. One of many they found over the course of a few months.”
Dean clicked his tongue. “Possible werewolf?”
Sam shook his head. “Maybe, but werewolves usually leave most of the body intact. In here they describe the victim was nothing more than a pile of ripped apart flesh and bloody bones, just like some of the previous bodies they’ve found.”
“But get this. They say that the way the flesh was ripped apart made it seem like it was done by a human, yet they found no DNA outside of the victim’s at the crime scene.” He finally looked across at his brother. “Found human teeth marks in the body but couldn’t find anything linked to it.”
Dean shot a glance over at Sam, brows furrowed—now that piqued his interest. Sure they’d come across their fair share of creatures who’ve eaten humans before, but not in this capacity. Even things like werewolves would leave behind some kind of DNA, and their attacks were far less brutal than what Sam was describing. Whatever this thing was—it was vicious and hungry.
“You think it might be a Rugaru?” Dean asked, his eyes glued to the road. “A lot of this checks out.”
“It could be.” Sam said as he folded the newspaper, leaning back in his seat. “If it’s already been feeding for months like this says, it wouldn’t be hard to find it in a crowd.”
“Think we can handle it?”
Sam scoffed, folding his arms. “Of course we can. Not like we haven’t handled a Rugaru before.”
Dean nodded his head in his brother’s direction. “Touché.”
The boys didn’t say anything else after that. Sam closed his eyes in the passenger seat while his brother continued to drive down the road. It wasn’t long before Dean heard soft snoring beside him.
Classic rock was quietly emitting from the Impala’s speakers; Dean rhythmically tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. Every instinct told him to turn it up as he usually did, but this time he chose not to. He wanted Sam to get some rest before they handle a potential Rugaru. They were going to need it if it was as brutal as he was describing.
Even though the two have dealt with one in the past, there was a small, uneasy feeling deep in Dean’s chest. He couldn’t shake off the feeling that this thing, whatever it was, was different from some of the previous monsters they’ve faced before.
It was about mid-day when the Winchesters arrived in the town of Bowie, Maryland. It was a quaint little place with a decent population of people, nothing much different than any other town Sam and Dean have been to. It almost reminded them of Lawrence in a weird way.
However while driving through they noticed several signs talking about a creature known as “Goatman.” The town’s welcome sign even had a “Home of the Goatman!” slogan on it; Dean had snickered at it upon arrival.
“Good to know the people are coping well.” He had joked, which earned him a light slap from Sam.
After a few minutes of driving through the town, and Dean continuously poking fun at all the campaigning, they arrived at the hospital where the most recent victim was held. They figured by the time they got into town the body would’ve already been transferred to the morgue. So when they stepped through the lobby doors, they were already dressed in their suits with their badges ready.
Before they could walk up to the front desk though, they noticed a man speaking with whom the brothers assumed was the coroner. The stranger didn’t look much older than Dean and was around the same height as well. He had a pen and notebook in his hands, a concerned yet curious expression on his face. The boys couldn’t make out everything he was saying but they did pick up on a few key words: paranormal, unexplainable, supernatural—strange. Many words that the two have heard plenty of times in their line of work.
“Think he could be a hunter?” Sam whispered to Dean.
He shook his head. “Doubt it. This guy looks too polite to be a hunter.”
Dean pointed his head in the direction of the stranger. He was wearing dress pants with a dark colored jacket over a navy-blue jumper; A white collar was poking out from the top.
“I mean c’mon—he looks like an off-duty priest.”
Sam rolled his eyes but he knew Dean had a point. While he tended to dress a bit nicer at times compared to his brother, even Sam had a “rough edge” to his looks. Never in his life has he looked the way this stranger looked.
“Should we step in though?” Sam looked at his brother with curiosity. “It doesn’t seem like this guy isn’t getting anywhere in his conversation.”
“I don’t see why not.” Dean waved a hand in the stranger’s direction. “This guy isn’t exactly being subtle about…whatever it is he’s doing.”
“We’re not much better, Dean.”
“Hey!” He snapped a finger towards Sam. “We have gotten away with our schtick. Have some faith in yourself, Sammy.”
Sam pinched the bridge of his nose; He couldn’t stand Dean sometimes. He watched in annoyance as his brother suddenly started walking towards the man and the coroner. He groaned slightly before shortly following suit.
“Good evening, gentlemen.” Dean announced just as Sam arrived beside him. “I’m Agent Nicholson, this is Agent Weber. We heard there’s been a string of brutal murders here and we just wanted to check out the most recent victim, if you don’t mind.”
The brothers pulled out their badges around the same time, showcasing them to the coroner. As he was examining their IDs, the stranger narrowed his eyes at the brothers; He looked at them as if he knew something that they didn’t. Sam was worried that he was going to call them out on their fake FBI getup, but thankfully he didn’t say anything as the coroner handed them their badges back.
He gave them a polite smile. “Right this way, sirs.”
He politely excused the stranger before heading off through a pair of double doors. The brothers both awkwardly excused themselves as well and started following after the coroner. Dean disappeared through the doors but Sam staggered behind. He looked back over at the well-dressed man, who was now deep in a phone call to even notice he was being watched.
Sam knew absolutely nothing about this guy and yet he felt drawn to him, like there was more to him than meets the eye. He almost wanted to walk up to this stranger, but a hand grabbed a hold of his arm and pulled him through the doors.
“Quit ogling the wannabe priest, Sam!” Dean was practically dragging Sam along. “This isn’t a church. We’re on a case here!”
He pulled his arm out from his brother’s grasp. “I wasn’t—…”
Sam’s voice trailed off. He looked back at the doors as the boys walked down the hallway. Sam watched it get smaller and smaller in his vision before turning his head back around.
Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, sure you weren’t.” He patted his brother’s arm. “Look, you can break the guy’s vows of celibacy at a later time. Right now we have to check out the dead body.”
A worried expression crossed over Sam’s face. “Y-Yeah, sure.”
He couldn’t shake the feeling that the man gave him. Every part of Sam’s body was telling him to run back to him, but he knew he couldn’t. Like Dean said—they were on a case. There was no time to be worried about some random guy he met in a hospital, he had to focus.
Sam sighed as he allowed Dean to take the lead. There would be time to talk about the stranger later.
To say the victim’s body was brutalized would be an understatement. The moment the corpse was revealed to Sam and Dean, they both nearly threw up on the spot.
The body reeked of death. The bloodied skeleton was barely held together by what little flesh was still on there. Some of the bones were cracked; Sam even noticed visible teeth marks in the arm and neck areas. It was a vicious sight to say the least.
“Shit—there’s no way this was a Rugaru attack.” Dean took a few steps back, unable to look back at the body. “This is awful. Christ, I don't even know what could’ve done this.”
“Can’t be a werewolf. No sulfur smell on the body either so it can’t be a demon.” Sam crossed his arms, eyeballing the corpse with a worried expression. “We might be dealing with something new here.”
“Should we call Bobby then?”
He shook his head. “I’m not sure, Dean. We still can’t rule out Rugaru just yet. We’d have to find the perpetrator first.”
Dean mumbled something under his breath but did not say anything else. Sam, on the other hand, kept looking over the corpse for any sort of clues he might’ve missed, but he found nothing.
“We have to look more into these murders, all the ones that have been happening for the past couple months. See if there’s a pattern or a connection between the victims.” Sam turned over to his brother. “That might give us a clue on what we’re working with here.”
Dean let out a deep sigh. “Will we need to barge into the homes of the deceased’s families? Ask them probing questions about their dead loved ones?”
“Possibly, but for now let’s just lay low. If this thing attacks on a pattern we could be next.” Sam glanced over at the corpse. “I’m not trying to end up like them.”
“Tsh—you and me both.” Dean walked over to pull the tarp back over the body. “That’s a bad way to go out.”
The boys gave each other a knowing look. They nodded and quickly left the morgue, entering right back into the hospital lobby. Sam noticed the man from before was nowhere to be found, which Dean immediately took notice of.
“Missing your little priest friend?” He looked at his brother with a smirk.
“Dean!”
Dean raised his hands up defensively. “Hey, if you’re into those kinds of guys then more power to you. All I’m saying is I did see a church a few miles away from here.”
Sam only gave his brother a quick slap over the head in response.
“Listen, I’m not the one who was gawking at the guy who looked like he was dressed for Sunday church.”
Sam groaned, hands running down his face. “I was not gawking, Dean!”
Dean snickered as the two walked out into the parking lot. “Oh really? Why were you staring at him then?”
“I-I don’t know. There was just something about him that was just…” Sam fiddled with his hands, trying to come up with the right words. “It felt like there was more to him than what we could see. Not like he’s some sort of secret demon or even an angel but like—.... Maybe he could be someone like us?”
“He’s certainly not a hunter, I’ll tell you that.”
Sam waved off his brother just as they arrived at the Impala. “That’s not what I mean! I’m saying…”
Fingers anxiously tapped against the roof of the car. “Do you think he deals with this sort of thing? Like what we do but differently?”
Dean thought for a moment. He’s never really considered coming across someone who wasn’t a hunter yet still interacted with these kinds of cases as if they were one. I mean the guy had a notebook in hand and mentioned words like paranormal and unusual to the coroner. Either he was a really good liar or he was actually a part of their line of work somehow.
“I don’t know, Sammy.” Dean finally answered. “We’ve met all kinds of people in this business. Anything is possible.”
He opened the door and climbed inside without saying another word; Sam let out a deep sigh before shortly following suit. He wanted to say more but he didn’t think there was anything else he could say that hadn’t already been said. With the looming threat of an unknown entity hanging over them, he figured Dean didn’t want to talk about this subject anymore.
It was customary at this point for the boys to stop at a restaurant of some kind when they were in a new town. Dean was adamant at stopping at a particular diner because he saw in the window that they had a new flavor of pie for a limited time. Sam wanted to protest but he knew that would get him nowhere when pie was involved. Knowing the luck his brother had, he would not get any somehow.
That didn’t stop Dean from ordering their newest flavor, which was pumpkin pie, and a particularly good looking burger. While Sam was doing research on his laptop, his brother was happily chowing down on his “grub.”
“You know you could help out a little bit with the research, right?” Sam said, peering over his laptop.
“And miss out on this?” Dean said with a mouthful of food while pointing at his burger. “No way, man.”
“To-go orders exist, y’know?”
Dean took another bite. “To-go is for suckers.”
Sam only rolled his eyes and went back to his research.
He found himself looking through different sites and news articles that could give him a clue on the different murders, but nothing really jumped out to him. All the killings felt too randomized to have much of a pattern, and the victims didn’t seem to have much of a connection to each other besides a few of them being cops. Just when he was about to give up, there was one particular report that caught Sam’s eye; Dean took notice of his brother’s expression.
“You found something?”
Brows knitted, Sam nodded. “Yeah. I was looking for clues about the murders and found this.”
He flipped his laptop around to Dean. The screen read:
MISSING
Cynthia Bowers
28 years old
Last seen on: 05.27.09
Just on the side was a picture of a beautiful, blonde woman in her late 20s. Dean looked at his brother with a puzzled expression.
“I don’t get it,” He stated bluntly.
Sam raised his eyebrows. “Look at the date.”
Dean squinted his eyes at the screen, but nothing was coming to his mind; He shook his head.
“Just a few days after that a cop was found dead in the woods.” Sam flipped his laptop back around. “Looked just like the body we saw in the morgue.”
Dean leaned back in the booth seat, arms crossed. “Are you thinking she might be causing these murders?”
Sam shrugged his shoulders. “It’s a possibility.”
A small hum left his brother’s lips. “I don’t know, Sammy. These bodies have been torn to shreds, completely unrecognizable.” He tilted his head. “Even the most vengeful spirits we’ve faced weren’t nearly as brutal as this.”
“I know, but like you said before anything is—”
Sam cut his own sentence short when a familiar voice hit his ears. He looked puzzled yet focused, which Dean, once again, took notice of.
He leaned in slightly. “You okay there, Sammy?”
Sam put a finger to his lips, making a low shhh sound. He made a motion towards his ears, telling Dean that he was listening to something. His brother nodded his head and tried to make out what his brother was listening to.
“Keel, I’m not so sure Cynthia has anything to do with these murders. She’s probably dead by now.”
“Maybe, maybe not, but isn’t it strange how these killings started just a few days after she went missing?”
The brothers met each other’s gaze, curiosity in their eyes. They recognized the voice of the stranger from the hospital, but they were unfamiliar with the other voice he was speaking to.
This second voice spoke with an audible Scottish accent; He also was apparently named “Keel.” Whoever these two men were have definitely worked together before and knew what they were talking about.
“That could just be a weird coincidence. Unfortunately, people go missing all the time.”
“Not in this town, Paul. There was never a reported missing person case until about a year ago.”
A sound of rustling paper could be heard. The boys must’ve assumed this “Keel” guy was pulling out newspaper clippings.
“May 20th, 2008. A man by the name of Gage Allard went missing—disappeared without a trace. A year later rumors started circulating he came back with no sign of aging at all.”
“How does that connect with Cynthia and these murders?”
“Gage Allard was Cynthia’s fiancé. A week later after he supposedly came back Cynthia disappeared, and a week later after that the killings started. Paul, this isn’t just a coincidence. This could mean something bigger.”
Sam and Dean looked at each other with shocked expressions—this changed everything. Whoever this “Gage” person was had to be connected to the murders and Cynthia’s disappearance somehow. There was more to this case than the brothers even realized, and these two strangers knew about it before they did.
“Okay these guys have to be hunters.” Dean whispered, leaning over to his brother. “How else would they know this stuff before us?”
Sam shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, should we ask them?”
“We don’t even know who they are! I’m not trusting them.”
“They might be our best shot at understanding this case!”
“How can you be so sure? Isn’t it weird that they just so happen to be working the same case as we are? That we just so happen to run into that priest guy twice now?”
“Dean, they could—”
“Sammy, your track record with trusting random people has not been good so far.” Dean raised his hands defensively. “Sure—I’ll take your word on this, I’ll trust you on this, but if something happens I’m gonna be the first one to gank ‘em, you understand?”
Sam let out a groan, pinching the bridge of his nose. Dean would never let him live down the Ruby thing, would he? Nobody knew she was manipulating him just to free Lucifer. By the time both of them figured it out, it was already too late. Now his brother always held that moment over his head ever since the Apocalypse started.
“Sure, Dean.” Sam glared over at his brother. “You do whatever you want, but I’m going over there.”
He didn’t listen to his brother’s protests as he was already climbing out of the booth. Sam walked over to where the two men were; He awkwardly cleared his throat to catch their attention.
“Uh—hello! My brother and I overheard your conversation earlier, a-about the missing person case.” Sam fiddled with his hands. “Are you two detectives? My brother and I—we’re also working on the same case.”
The man who Sam assumed was Keel looked like he was going to speak up, but Paul got to it before he did.
“You’re those FBI agents from the hospital, right?” He had asked, head tilting
Just as Paul spoke, Dean walked up beside Sam. He suspiciously eyeballed the two men in the booth.
“We're those what now?” He asked, not taking his eyes off of them
Paul glanced over at Keel. “I was speaking with the coroner when you two showed up.” He looked back up at the brothers. “Agent Nicholson and Agent Weber, was it?”
“Oh! Right.” Dean smiled, an awkward chuckle leaving his lips. “So uh—about that…”
“We’re not actually FBI Agents.” Sam spoke up, wiping sweat off of his palms.
“We know.” Keel stated bluntly, although his lips curled into a small smile. “We’ve seen your faces in the news.”
“You have?” The brothers exclaimed at the same time.
“Keel is the one who usually finds these strange cases.” Paul made a nod towards his coworker. “A couple years ago he caught wind of a case down in St. Louis, Missouri. People were getting arrested for supposedly killing their loved ones, but they all swore they never did it.”
Sam and Dean looked at each other dumbfounded. These guys knew about their shifter case?
“We would’ve checked it out, but by the time we learned of it they supposedly found the culprit dead in a victim’s home.” Paul made eye contact with Dean. “A man named Dean Winchester.”
Dean frowned but this time it was Keel who spoke up. “We saw your face on the news when that hostage situation occurred in Milwaukee, and when you and your brother got arrested in Little Rock too.”
He propped his elbows on the table. “I was…suspicious of how you were found dead in Missouri but alive in both Wisconsin and Arkansas so I looked a little deeper.” His eyes shifted slightly. “Apparently you had a run in with some sort of shapeshifting creature.”
“Twice.” Dean stated bluntly, eyes narrowing at Keel.
Keel let out a small hum while Paul looked at the brothers with curiosity.
“Who are you guys anyway?” He asked, doe-like eyes staring up at them. “I mean you posed as FBI agents and you’ve dealt with shapeshifters before.” He let out a chuckle. “I didn’t even think they existed.”
Sam met Paul’s gaze. “There’s a lot of things that exist out there that you don’t know about.”
“You don’t know what I’ve seen.”
“I could say the same thing back to you.”
There was a heavy silence that followed, like there was a looming threat that was lingering in the air. Neither Paul nor Sam took their eyes off of each other. Thankfully before the silence could go on any longer, Dean loudly pulled up two chairs to the booth.
“Alright lovebirds, let’s bring it back to the present.” Dean smiled as he gave Sam a pat on the back. He suddenly pointed a finger at Keel. “We’ll tell you about ourselves once you tell us who the hell you two are, got it?”
Keel hummed but did not say anything. In sync, The brothers sat down in their chairs; Once they were settled, the man folded his hands together.
“We are a small organization known as Sodalitas Quaeritos. We investigate and catalog various phenomenons and strange occurrences that happen around the world.”
Dean chuckled, a confused look in his eyes. “I-I’m sorry. Soda—what now?”
“Sodalitas Quaeritos, Dean.” Sam corrected him. “It stands for “Brotherhood in search of truth.” ”
Suddenly Paul’s head shot up. “You’ve heard of us?”
“I dabble in Latin.” Sam gave a half smile, fiddling with his fingers. “With what Dean and I do, I kind of have to.”
Paul furrowed his eyebrows just as Dean mumbled something under his breath. His eyes searched over Sam; It looked like he wanted to say something, but whatever it was he wanted to say he did not say out loud. Instead he let out a sigh and leaned up in his seat.
“Well uh—I’m Paul Callan.” Paul raised an arm towards his coworker. “This is Alva Keel.”
“We have a third member too, her name’s Evelyn Santos. She sometimes tags along with us on these cases but sometimes she stays behind in Boston.”
Dean raised an eyebrow. “Why? Does she have a kid or something?”
Paul nodded. “A son, only a few years old.” He looked over at Alva. “She lives a relatively normal life, at least compared to me and Keel.”
Dean hummed and nodded his head but chose not to comment. Sam, on the other hand, continued to look on with interest.
“Your group—It’s almost like what we do.” He said. “W-We’re hunters though, just like our dad. We hunt down various different things.”
“Spirits, demons, shapeshifters, you name it.” Dean stated, arms folded.
Paul’s eyebrows furrowed deeper at the mention of demons. Having been raised in the Catholic Church, he had heard plenty of stories and readings about them throughout his life. He even had to learn the words of an exorcism in case he had to work with demonic possession one day. Never in his life did he think he would hear someone mention the fact they hunted demons so casually.
Before Paul could comment on the fact, he heard Alva speak up. “How long have you two been hunting?”
“Our whole lives.” Dean stated bluntly. “Our dad raised us in this business.”
“So how did you find out about this case?”
“Sam found it.” He nodded his head in his brother’s direction. “Saw it in a newspaper clipping.”
“Do you have any idea what could’ve done this?” Paul chimed in.
Dean shook his head. “We thought it might’ve been a Rugaru, but after seeing the body in person we’re not so sure anymore.”
Alva’s eyebrows raised with interest at the name of the unfamiliar creature, but his coworker just looked confused. Before either of them could comment on the Rugaru mention, Dean waved them off with his hand.
“Don’t try to ask what a Rugaru is. It’s complicated and I don’t feel like explaining the whole thing.” He leaned back in his seat. “Just know that it’s a vicious creature and it feeds on humans.”
Paul once again wanted to speak up, concerned over these new creatures being brought up, but one look from Dean kept his mouth shut. Guess he should save those kinds of questions for afterwards.
Paul decided to ask another kind of question. “What makes you so sure it wasn’t a—… What was it again? A Rugaru?”
It was Sam who spoke up this time; He nodded. “It’s not… entirely out of the question yet but with the way the body looked…” He shook his head solemnly. “It was way too brutal.”
“Not to mention the things you were saying earlier.” Dean chimed in. “Y’know with Cynthia Bowers and her little fiancé.”
“Are you suggesting she is connected to these killings somehow?” Paul asked, a concerned expression on his face.
“It’s possible.” Dean shrugged his shoulders. “If somehow she’s dead and something happened to her fiancé we could be dealing with a vengeful spirit here.”
“Spirits like that do tend to have a lot of aggression they like to take out on the physical world. They can never seem to let go of their anger.” Alva pressed his fingers together. “Although these murders seem far too vicious to be done even by a spirit of that caliber.”
“So what we’re saying is that we have no leads then?”
Everyone shook their heads no; Dean groaned in response.
“We could help.” Paul looked over at him “We do similar kinds of work, we could have a better chance at finding this thing together.”
Dean chuckled when he suddenly stood up. “Thanks choir boy, but we’re good.” He ignored Sam’s protests as he pulled him up out of his seat. “Me and Sammy can take care of this on our own.”
“You barely know what you’re dealing with.” Alva narrowed his eyes. “This could end very badly for the both of you.”
“Yeah, right. We’re hunters, we know what we’re doing.”
Sam glared down at his brother. “Dean, we’ve both—”
His sentence was cut short as Dean gave him a swift elbow to the side. Now wasn’t exactly the best time to bring up the fact that they’ve both died in the past.
The brothers turned to leave but before either of them could get anywhere, Sam felt Alva suddenly grab his arm. He pulled a business card out from his coat and wrote something down on the back of it before handing it to Sam.
“If you ever change your mind, give us a call.” He said, looking intently. “We really are here to help.”
Sam took the card from Alva and placed it in his pocket. He awkwardly smiled and waved goodbye at him.
“It was uh—it was nice meeting you then.” He looked over at Paul. “You too, Paul.”
The two men waved back at Sam as he and Dean walked out the door. He continued to put on a happy face until he stepped outside; The moment he was out Sam’s expression dropped and he glared down at his brother.
“Dean, what the hell was that?”
Dean simply shrugged his shoulders. “I told you already, I don’t trust them. Plus we don’t need their help anyway.”
Sam narrowed his eyes. “How can you be so sure? Neither of us know what we’re dealing with!”
“Okay so we get Bobby on the case! If things get really bad we can call up Cas or something.”
“And what if neither of them know what to do? Even Cas doesn’t know everything!”
Suddenly Dean stopped in his tracks. He turned over to his brother, a solemn expression on his face.
“Look, Sammy, I know you want a better understanding of what we’re dealing with here. Trust me, I’m right there with you.” He shook his head, like a dad disappointed in his son. “It’s just—… After the thing with Ruby and y’know, the demon blood crap? I’m not willing to just accept any help from strangers just because you trust them. I’m not risking it.”
Sam opened his mouth to speak but Dean cut him off with a wave of his hand. “I already know what you’re going to say. Just…don’t. Don’t say anything. I don’t want to talk about it.”
He didn’t say another word after that. He just turned and headed in the direction of the Impala, leaving his brother alone in the parking lot.
Sam wanted to be mad, he wanted to be upset that Dean would bring up Ruby again after he’s tried desperately to make up for that time in his life on many occasions, but the truth is—he wasn’t. He couldn’t be mad at his brother because at the end of the day it was him who started the Apocalypse. He freed Lucifer and no amount of apologizing could make up for that fact.
Sam pulled the business card out from his pocket. On the front it had Sodalitas Quaeritos at the top, along with the organization’s address just below it. When he flipped it to the back there were two phone numbers, Sam assumed one was Alva’s and the other was Paul’s.
He glanced back at the diner, a worried expression on his face.
Am I doing the right thing? Should I really be trusting these people? Sam thought to himself.
A loud honk suddenly blared out, interrupting his troubled thoughts.
“Hey! You coming or what?” Dean shouted, heading poking out of the window of his baby.
Sam took one final glance at the business card before placing it back in his pocket, making his way over to the Impala. Even with his brother’s words from earlier still ringing in his ears, he didn’t want to completely put off SQ’s help. With the way they spoke and acted, they seemed genuine enough.
For now though, Sam put Paul and Alva in the back of his mind; Him and Dean had work to do. They needed to figure out who or what was causing these murders.