The Eternal Fall

It had been nearly over a week that Dean and Sam had been following the trail given to them, albeit vague and mainly made up of eyewitness accounts so far they had not lost track. They had stopped at a few motels on their way north, many of the landlords said a girl of that description had entered their lodgings but had only asked if she could stay in their car park and sleep in her car. One landlord had mentioned something others hadn’t, a small scar below the eye although he couldn’t recall which eye or what the symbol was. This was if anything annoying because tattoo’s, scars and brand marks could easily identify the daemon or dark power they were hunting.
There hadn’t been anymore murders, the newspapers had all but hushed on the affair only briefly repeating their description of the girl and the number to ring.
“Maybe the Daemon just left...” Dean suggested keeping his eyes on the long stretch of the road ahead “Or already been killed, plenty o’ other hunters out there”
“We don’t even know if it was demonic ... black magic yes but not created by a daemon” Sam replied, flipping through pages of their Fathers journal hoping to find something that maybe he had overlooked, “By all accounts it’s a human imitating a daemons powers – but I don’t see why they would just stop”
“Got bored?” Dean grinned,
“ not everyone’s like you Dean” Sam replied sarcastically, Dean mocked a hurt expression, “It can be like an addiction though, the power that they get from doing the act” Sam sighed, “this may just be a witch we are dealing with and if that is the case it’s not just like we can exorcise a daemon from the body” No matter how many times he looked through his Fathers journal he couldn’t find anything that would help, a couple of witching spells that may be used against a daemon, but nothing more,
“I know... I mean witches are basically human, unless daemon blood was in the family line” Dean drummed his fingers on the steering wheel to the current song, listening mainly to the beat rather than the words, “ but with all the teenage fads going around a girl could get caught in something she didn’t know was so powerful” he paused, “On the other hand they could know exactly what they are doing and we are basically fucked!”
“We’ll have to kill her then...” Sam mused, not liking the situation; “unless we can convince her to stop” he added cynically, they had about as much of a chance of that happening as rocks floating.
Dean nodded then looked to his brother “second option Sam, we don’t kill people...” his frown then turned into a grin “’sides... I don’t want to go killin’ no hot chick”.
The sky was purpling as a large neon sign appeared in the distance, at present it was just a small white square eerily blurred on the horizon “Next stop” Dean directed Sam’s attention to the building and sign that were gradually getting larger,
“See if we can rent a room to” Sam added, noticing the sign also stated the bar as an inn.
“Oh yes, Sammy needs his beauty sleep” Dean could feel the evil eyes Sam was sending him, he smirked and continued looking ahead – it was so easy to rile Sam up. With the passenger window down the boys could hear the distant sound of music and people, getting louder as they approached they inn,
“Sounds like my kinda place!” Dean wheeled his car into the car park with some excitement, parking next to a large truck twice the size of the Impala, “Times like these you feel kind of inadequate” He scratched the back of his head staring up at the massive truck, Sam looked in Deans direction,
“It’s not the size” He replied, knowing that Dean could make the rest up himself “First we’ve got to ask questions, then we can have fun” Sam instructed, Dean nodded,
“I know I know” Dean started flipping through random ID cards, looking for one which could easily pass for a local police ID “sound like you’ve been doing this longer than I have Sammy boy” he gave one of the cards to Sam before pocketing his own.
The bar was busy, which was strange seeing as the bar was almost 5 miles away from any town or village. The buzz immediately made lifted the brothers spirits as soon as they entered, there was an old jukebox playing a classic near the pool tables and the clinking of glasses echoed through the wooden structure as people cheered. Dean and Sam made their way to the bar and a rather hairy barkeep.
The barkeep set down an ale glass he’d been cleaning and smiled widely at the two boys, he leant on the bar and offered them a seat,
“What can I get you two fine gentleman!” the man asked, his white teeth gleaming through his bushy beard as he grinned,
“some help and information if you could” Dean replied in a business like fashion, putting the man off guard for a moment,
“I have plenty of information, thing is if I have the information you need” the man folded his arms and stood back from the bar, tilting his head slightly but in no way defensive, more curious,
“I’m Detective Marks and my associate here...” He put his hand on Sam’s shoulder, “Is Detective Pierson, we’re looking for information on a missing girl, from witness reports she was headed in this direction and has been stopping at bars and motels such as your fine building” The man listened and then switched his weight to the other leg,
“Oh ay” He nodded, “We’ve had many a lady come and stay here, and leave, got a description of her?” Dean smiled and allowed Sam to indulge the man,
“The woman’s in her late teens, dark eyes and black hair, long and pale skin. It’s been suggested that she may also have a scar under one of her eyes to. She’s been travelling light in a black car, possibly European make” Same finished, holding his pen and pad ready to write down any details the man might give them, with luck the girl wasn’t far from here. The man had appeared to be thinking throughout Sam’s recital of the description, he’d pause, then his eyes widened. The reflex was quickly hidden but not quick enough for Dean to notice who had been studying the man during Sam’s description.
“Something wrong sir?” Dean asked, although it was obvious there had been a click in the man’s mind, he raised his eyebrow,
“What? No of course not” The man scratched his beard, “Gentleman would you excuse me, I think the landlady may be more helpful than I” He waited for a response, Dean looked to Sam who held a similar expression of bemusement. Dean looked back to the man and nodded,
“Sure, we’ll wait” the man smiled and reached under the bar into the fridge for two bottles of beer,
“On the house Gentleman, we take kindly to you law enforcers” The man opened the bottles and handed them to Dean and Sam,
“Well, talk about hospitality” Dean grinned, his mind more focused of the chance of a free beer now more than the girl, Sam took his and politely thanked the man,
“If you gentleman would find a table, the landlady will be down shortly” He smiled and headed out the back of the bar.
The brothers found a table near the back, the sofa curving round the corner of the room. They watched the other patrons playing pool and some gambling in the back corners, hollering loud when somebody won. It didn’t seem anything sinister was going on, just bunches of friends enjoying each other’s company.
“You think he’s hiding something?” Sam suddenly broke the silence between the two, Dean took a swig of his beer,
“You think?” Dean replied, “Something definitely clicked when he heard the description, he tried to hide it though” Sam laughed inwardly, fingering the sides of his beer bottle. The jukebox had changed to something a bit more mellow, changing the atmosphere of the bar,
“That’s not suspicious” he commented sarcastically,
“Exactly” Dean grinned and tapped his foot subconsciously, “well whatever this lady’s got to say better be worth travelling this far” He sighed. As if on cue a middle-aged, blonde woman came over in their direction, signalled by the barkeep who had followed down after her. She looked slightly troubled her tanned hand running through curls. She came and sat down in the chair opposite them her back to the rest of the bar,
“Rodney says you’ve got some questions ‘bout a young lady, I’m Wendy by the way – Landlady of this here establishment” she questioned, her head tilting to the side and her eyes stared hard at the two men. Sam looked to Dean and then back to the landlady,
“Yes, a young girl is missing and from witnesses it appears she’s been heading in this dire-“
“I don’t need the entire story darlin’ just what she looks like” The landlady interrupted, silencing Sam, “We have many a missing girl in these parts, parents to drunk and bone idle to look after their younguns’” she sighed, “We may supply the alcohol but we do not give reason for it to be passed on the our patrons children in abusive ways” She crossed her legs and sat back in the chair, “Now please do describe our little lady?”. Both the brothers blinked; surprised by her forthcoming attitude even if they were only imitating policemen they expected a bit more lenience from those they were questioning. Sam, stumbling on his words to begin with continued with the description. As with the barman the landlady’s eyes widened as Sam described her. There was silence as Sam finished, the landlady seemed dumfounded.
“Maam?” Dean frowned and peered at the lady in front of them, suddenly she twitched and came back to the present and looked at the two men,
“Why do you need to find this girl?” She questioned, Dean blinked not expecting the question he looked to Sam,
“We think she may have been the perpetrator for a series of murders in recent weeks” Sam replied, feeling uneasy as the landlady paled and looked to the table. Dean gulped and sat back concerned about the chance of the lady throwing up.
“Is everything okay down here?” A deep male voice came from behind Wendy, her and the brothers jumped as they noticed a tall bearded man holding onto the back of the chair,
“Henry, you gave me such a scare!” the landlady’s colour returned as she looked up to the man, he put a hand on her shoulder; “This is my husband Henry” she looked to the brothers. They both smiled as the man nodded to them,
“Evening sir” Dean nodded back, trying to make friendly conversation,
“Your looking for that girl ain’t you” Henry replied, blunt as a post, Wendy gasped,
“Henry no you don’t!” She scolded, glaring at her husband, Dean and Sam looked at each other and then back to the man,
“Yes we are sir” Dean replied, “Have you seen her? We need all th-”
“She’s in the back” Henry interrupted, freezing Dean’s mind for a second to as whether or not he’d heard the man straight. Henry ignored his wife’s fussing, “Wendy she’s not yours to look after, her parents are probably wondering where she is” Henry looked down to his wife who hung her head woefully,
“Sir we need to see her” Dean stood up from his seat, Sam quickly following. The man nodded and squeezed his wife’s shoulder,
“Wendy you come when you’re ready, I’ll show these gentleman the way” the landlady didn’t reply, letting her husband and the two men walk past her.
Faye stared at the lick of the fire against the wood in the fireplace, the heat warming her bare feet. She rested her back against the sofa and held her knees to her chest, the wooden floor creaking slightly as she shifted positions when her backside went to sleep. That man had been back, she knew it, looking for her everyday... or rather looking for him. She felt separated from her true self now, it had been just under three weeks that she... he had been in this form; it felt like it had never been any different.
Wendy and Henry had kept her safe, but she knew that the man always tried a different disguise but always the blue eyes would distinguish him from the others. But he wasn’t really a man was he a daemon is what he had called himself, the name echoing in her mind as he had... touched her... touched him. She held her head in her hands, scrunching her fists into the dark hair that fell about her shoulders.
She jumped as she heard the latch to the old door flick up and the door open with a creek. She relaxed when she saw Henrys weather aged face,
“Hello Henry...” She greeted him, looking up at the man smiling. The smiled disappeared when she saw two men following who she didn’t know, she held her knees tighter. The man smiled at her beneath his beard and beckoned the two men in.
“Hello darlin’” he replied softly, “these two men would like to talk to you” She looked into their eyes, neither were blue and that calmed her but still she was confused, nobody knew who she was, did they?

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