The Eternal Fall

Dean lazily stirred the plastic spoon around in his coffee cup while smirking teasingly at a waitress behind the counter, every now and then she would glance and blush, ‘she’s loving it’ Dean thought and his grin widened. Sam raised an eyebrow as the continuous scrape of the spoon on the bottom of the coffee cup annoyed him; he looked up from the newspaper and followed his brother’s field of vision to the waitress,

“I think she gets the idea that you want to sleep with her” he remarked sarcastically, turning a large page of the newspaper, Dean looked at him and sighed emphatically,

“You will understand one day Sammy that you have to play the game” he took the spoon out of his coffee and took a sip, wincing slightly at the taste of cheap coffee,

“The game seems amazingly fun, I mean staring gaumlessly is a highlight of anyones day” Sam quipped, turning another page. Dean shook his head and changed his direction of gaze to the stretch of road outside the roadside café. Sam studied the newspaper in detail, reading through every article for a piece of information that could possible help them with their newest case.

For three weeks there had been deaths within roadside motels that left many questions in their wake. The police had said the victims had died under mysterious circumstances; a series of cuts had been knifed into the victim’s chest and on the arms, none which could have been fatal. Autopsies had revealed the murdered individuals had died of heart failure, but the majority of victims had been young healthy men with no reports of heart problems previous.

From evidence pictures they had been able to ‘acquire’ copies of the markings left on the skin were definitely a form of black magic and powerful to. It was a form of succubus magic that was rarely used, often only by witches who desired to reach the level of a succubus even if they would never actually become one. It would have been pretty straight forward to follow the killer if the murders hadn’t been so random, often backtracking on themselves in no order or form. However the first killings of that nature had started in Louisiana and after the 4th murder had started a trail leading from Louisiana in the direction of Minnesota and possibly Canada. But every now and then the killer would backtrack, they hadn’t quite worked out why however.

Dean noticed Sams eyes widen as they suddenly stopped at an article, “found something?” he raised an eyebrow,

“Oh yes, couple of miles north of here another murder with similar wounds and death... but, she was found at the scene by the landlord” Sam frowned,

“Who, this witch?” Dean questioned, intrigued, all the other times the killer had always been gone before anyone had discovered the scene and strangely the landlord and staff of the building could never give a clear description of those that rented the room.

“Yeah, they’ve got a photo fit to” Sam passed the newspaper over and pointed to a small and badly printed clip of a woman’s face,

“How can they except anyone to ring in and say ‘yes I know that girl’ when all they have to go on is a blur, this could be anyone” Dean shoved the paper back somewhat frustrated and stood up to exit the cafe,

“Where are you going?” Sam questioned, watching his Brother pass him,

“That motel, maybe we can do a better job than the cops” Sam nodded and caught up to Dean.

The motel from the outside didn’t look that bad, weathering could have been an excuse for the poorly whitewashed walls and possibly a lack of funds but the car park still seemed to be quite full. Dean opened the glass door to the motel and was met by what could be considered a ‘lived in’ smell,

“Wouldn’t be my first choice” he muttered to Sam who entered behind him,

“Let’s see where the manager is” He replied, spying the welcome desk. An old lady sat behind the desk reading a rather thick book, her glasses practically falling off her nose. She skimmed the book with a thin finger and seemed to be mumbling the words under her breath. The brothers came up to the desk and frowned at her apparent obliviousness to their presence,

“’Scuse me mam?” Dean was the first to speak, rousing the woman from her book with a jump; she peered up at the two men and frowned inquisitively,

“May I help you?” she questioned placing her book down carefully and standing,

“Why yes you can, we are looking for the manager, is he about?” Dean enquired as professionally as he could,

“Yes, I think, why do you need him?” she asked suspiciously, Dean smiled,

“Strictly between us and your employer mam, I hope you understand” he donned his signature grin, Sam rolled his eyes although the action was unnoticed by the woman,

“Err... Yes of course, I’ll go get him, wait here” she shuffled out a side door and disappeared for several minutes. Sam looked about their surroundings; he couldn’t feel that anything malevolent still resided within the motel and apart from the dated decor and odd smells everything seemed in order. He looked to Dean who was casually leaning against the desk, similarly analysing the room. Heavy footsteps suddenly came into hearing and both men stood upright again, a rather large man stepped through the side door holding a can of beer in his hand,

“What can I do for you men?” He asked, appearing not to be too concerned about their presence, “my secretary tells me its private business” he raised an eyebrow. Dean held up a fake police ID quickly before pocketing it again,

“I’m Detective Marks, this is Detective Pierson” He pointed to Sam, Sam nodded as if on cue, “We’re just here to ask you a few more questions about the murder in one of your apartments a week ago” He smiled as the Landlord appeared clearly agitated.

“I thought you folks had got all you needed from me last time; I told ya all I know” He frowned and took another sip of his beer,

“Of course sir but we do need to clear a few things up, this is a serious matter and we wouldn’t want to go accusing the wrong person now would we sir?” Dean replied,

“If there’s anything that you may have forgotten when you were last questioned you may remember it now” Sam added, “the more we know the easier it will be to catch whoever did this” the man looked at the two police officers before him and sighed,

“Right, well, in my office not out here – don’t want any more of my residents leaving “, he wiped his brow and waved a hand for them to follow,

“Residents?” Sam questioned, “But you’re a motel” the man grunted,

“’Cus we’re so close to town we get a few people just choosing to use this place as flat accommodation – to many people can’t afford proper houses. I don’t mind either way, keeps money in my pockets. The towns no tourist attraction so passersby are a rarity” The man stopped and opened a door to a smallish room with old furniture. There was a desk which was cluttered with documents and a small TV, a chair sagged behind the desk begging to be put out of its misery and a dented filing cabinet filled up most of the space behind the door.

“I’d offer you a seat but there ain’t any going I’m afraid” He laughed and then grunted, sitting down in the sagging desk chair, ‘dick’ Dean thought inwardly and forced a smile, he sat on the corner of the desk internally giving a sigh of relief when he didn’t hear it creak as Sam stood by and watched the man attempt to tidy his desk.

“So... err... what questions do you need answering gentleman?” He asked, looking up at the two men, he put his can of beer on the desk.

“well first we just need you to go over the appearance of the woman you saw exiting your motel that day” Dean began, Sam got out a notebook and pencil ready to write down details. The landlord grunted,

“I already told you guys all that I saw”

“We just need to get the details right sir, at present we have no leads on who this may be, if we get a reliable description of this person then we are one step closer to finding them” Dean explained, feeling that the man was getting suspicious – hopefully he didn’t know the procedures of the police as well as they did.

“Right well...” The landlord took another gulp of his beer, “She were definitely a woman, no guy I ever seen that pretty,” He grunted as if to laugh, Dean looked to Sam and smirked receiving a death glare from his brother, “she were small, pale like she white washed herself. Black hair, really long like and tangled up – had black eyes to – those eyes shook me up a little”

“Why?” Sam interrupted, the man blinked,

“Well, just looked lifeless never seen eyes like them before” Sam smiled and nodded,

“Anything else?” Dean questioned, the man pondered,

“Wore a lot of black make-up, you know like those Goth people do – strange folk” He chucked his beer can into a bin near his desk; Sam noticed a few more cans already in the bin crushed and drained.

“Did you see which way the killer left?”

“Doris at reception said she was headed for Vale Town by the direction she was going, that west of here, not much there either”

“Thank you, is that all you remember?” Dean pushed,

“Sorry sir that’s all I have for you” Dean nodded and smiled before pushing himself up from the edge of the desk,

“We’ll need to look at the crime scene now” He stated, the landlord shook his head,

“You can but I don’t know what you’ll get from it, place is cleaned out” both brothers frowned,

“What do you mean?” Dean questioned, tilting his head slightly,

“You guys should know, were you cops that told me I could clean it. Apparently you got all the evidence you needed when you first came, had my cleaners spruce the place up yesterday, nothing in their but disinfectant and white sheets at the moment” The man replied, starting to look suspicious of the two, “Thought you two should have known that”. Dean looked to Sam for some quick thinking,

“No we weren’t informed” Sam sighed, pretending to be annoyed with his superiors or some lackey that had forgotten to give them the note,

“We hope the incident hasn’t affected your business” Dean commented changing subject, surprisingly the large man laughed,

“What business?” he replied, dismissing his suspicions,

“Yes well, thank you for your time sir. If you remember anything else please contact us” Dean nodded, “We’ll see ourselves out” the landlord grunted and let the two men close the door to his office.