Post by StoryGirl83 on Apr 6, 2010 9:30:44 GMT -5
With San Francisco Police Chief Edwards and Mr. Trudeau (Andy’s Dad)
Chapter One - San Francisco PD
Two days later Sam sat in the police department waiting for the police chief to talk. There had been no other survivors and everyone seemed to think it was a miracle that Sam had walked away without much more than a few scratches. Sam no longer cared. Dean was dead and the longer they kept him here, the less likely he was going to find a way to bring his brother back to life. Last time Cas had brought him back, but there was no sign of Cas, hadn’t been for months.
A man in civilian clothing entered the room and walked up to the chief’s desk. “I thought you might want to take a look at this, Edwards.”
Chief Edwards picked up the paper and frowned at it. He sighed and nodded. “I see. I thought you were done with this type of thing when you son died back in ’99, Trudeau.”
“Trudeau” shrugged. “I wasn’t looking for this. It found me. Who’s the boy?”
“You know the motel that collapsed two days ago?”
Trudeau nodded. “It has been all over the news. What about it?”
“This guy is the sole survivor.”
Trudeau looked at him surprised. “Really? I thought the news said no one survived.”
Chief Edwards nodded. “We thought that at first, but we found him next to a fallen vending machine. The machine had crushed his brother.”
Sam felt the urge to be anywhere but here. He gripped the sides of the chair he was in so hard that his knuckles were turning white.
Trudeau looked at him. “I’m sorry about your brother.”
Sam nodded. This man didn’t have anything to do with Dean’s death, but the longer he stayed here, the longer he was going to have to wait to do something and Sam desperately needed to do something.
Trudeau turned back to Chief Edwards. “I know you don’t like this kind of thing, but I don’t know who to turn to about this. It’s like the minute those girls died, the house became a death trap.”
“Isn’t this the house where Andy’s girlfriend lived?”
Trudeau nodded. “And another person is dead because they tried to get in. Edwards, you have to keep people out of there.”
“Maybe we should just finish blowing it up. The explosion that killed the sisters left the house unstable.”
“Is that how you are explaining the death of every member of the swat team that tried to enter that building afterward?” Trudeau asked, sarcastically. “Edwards, think! This is not to be taken lightly. That house is not going to let you blow it up any more than it’s letting anyone inside it.”
Sam frowned. This was starting to sound very supernatural. Maybe he and Dean . . . but Dean was dead. Unless he could do something about it, he and Dean were never going to do anything together, again.
“Post signs, build fences,” Trudeau pleaded, “but don’t let anyone near that building. People are dying out of curiosity.”
Sam groaned. Dean was going to have to wait. He had to look into this before more people died.
At the sound the two men looked at Sam as if they had both forgotten he was there.
Sam gave them a blatantly fake smile. He needed a look at that paper.
Trudeau took the paper back and stuffed it into his pocket. “Just don’t let people go in, Edwards.”
On second thought, how hard could it possibly be to find out where to find a house that was killing people? These things had a way of standing out.