Chapter 7


By: chocolate rules

Sam sat in front of the computer now, doing the research Dean had fallen asleep over. They were trying to find Catherine Doberman, the only survivor of the creature's attacking. Dean was mixing something up in the bathroom that Sam did not want to know about. His drunken mind was over and the hangover was kicking in. Dean emerged from the bathroom grinning ear to ear. He was holding a mug out at arm's length. He walked over to Sam and held it out for him.

"What?" he asked.

"Drink this." Dean said. Sam looked at the red gunk in the cup. He looked back up to Dean and gave him a skeptical look.

"What is it?" Dean rolled his eyes.

"It's not going to kill you. And it's not poison, you know I'd never do anything to hurt you. Now, just take it." Sam took the offered mug from Dean's hand and looked more closely at it.

"But, what is it?"

"Can't tell ya." Sam looked up with worried eyes. "Don't worry." he added with a shrug. When Sam showed no intention of drinking it, Dean reached out and pushed the mug closer to Sam's lips. Sam cringed away from it.

"Smells awful."

"Yeah, and it taste like shit. Now, drink it already!"


"Come on! I'll tell you what it is after you drink it!"


"Just drink it!"

"I'm not drunk anymore!"

"Who cares!"

Sam was setting the mug down when Dean grabbed it and practically forced half of its contents into Sam's mouth. Sam tried to spit it out, but Dean held his mouth shut and pinched his nose. Sam tried pushing Dean away, but in a manner of two seconds, he swallowed his brother's concoction nonetheless.

"Ahhhhhhhh! What the hell die in that thing!" Sam said seconds after he'd swallowed and Dean had released him.

"Nothing died in it. Trust me. Now," he added holding the mug up again. Finish it. And don't give me that look."

Ten minutes later found Dean listening to a very sober Sam.

"So, what do you have on this Doberman girl?"

"Actually. I didn't really look her up yet."

"Then what the hell have you been doing?" Sam gave him a look.

"Playing online poker." Dean glared at him. "I looked up the first victim, you know, getting the background."

"Okay, makes sense. And?" Dean said, sitting down in front of Sam after having cleaned his mess in the bathroom.

"She was just twenty years old. Still in college. A local community college. She was a bright girl and very well liked. Says that she was on her daily jog and it passed through the forest. That part of the forest had a path and didn't go into the actual forest to much. Anyway, it's been chopped away and now the road's where it was."

"Where what was?"

"Oh, well, she went missing through there. Three days before her wedding. Her sister and fiancé were waiting for her to return, and an hour later she hadn't and then they called the cops."

"Did they find her?" Sam looked up and nodded, slowly. "Dead? In the forest that's now the road?" Nod. "Okay. Well, we know where that is. However, that really doesn't help us with finding Cassie."

"Yeah, so I kept looking on the other victims…"

"Still ignoring our survivor?"

"No, shut up!" Sam said in defense. Dean shook his head. "I read through each of them quickly. All of them range from 17 to 22 years of age. Teenagers and young woman. Caitlin was a school teacher, well to be, then one was a librarian, a student, a medical technician, a biologist…"


"Well, they were all strong minded career woman."

"So, aren't alike all woman nowadays?"

"Yeah, but not then." Dean nodded, that was true. "Anyway, I'm not sure if it's relevant, but they were all either brunettes or black haired woman."

"And Catherine Doberman?" Dean asked getting a little agitated.

"Well, as far as I can tell, she's married now. Different last name. We're going to have to …"

"Go to the library." Dean finished off. He hated the library. The librarians always gave him an evil look like they knew he wasn't cut out to be there. But, now Sam was sober and he'd have to do all the research.

Dean sat flipping through a car magazine beside Sam, who was working on the only computer in the entire library. But, hey, at least it worked!

"I got something!" Sam said smiling up to Dean.

"Finally!" Dean said putting down the magazine. He scooted closer to Sam sand the screen. "Well?"

"She was 21 and drunk and walking home with some of her friends and they dropped off one of the friends and then her and the second friend kept on walking home. Then they were attacked by some 'huge beastly man' and her friend mazed him. He screamed and ran away."

"They mazed him?"

"Yeah. That's what it says."

"Wow, a creature we can ward off with maze. Terrifying." Dean said with mock terror.

"Dean! Come on, man. This thing's got Steve's sister. Whatever it is. It's not really old. And I guess it's new into this world?" Sam offered.

"No, that's not really how things work in the demon world."

"Well, that demon in the plane, remember?" Dean visibly cringed. "Well it was in with the times. Planes aren't on the demon plane either, Dean."

"Fine. But this is just weird."

"Compared to everything else that's so normal about what we do." Sam said sarcastically.

"Yeah." Dean said, not so sarcastically. "So, does it say where she is now? What's her new name?"

"Well, this was six years ago, she's 27 now and been married three years with a three and one year old sons. Her name's now Catherine Kohl and she leaves just outside of town, in Reisen at 45 Lighting Road."

"Okay, then. Let's go have a little chat with Mrs. Kohl."

"Dean's it's late. We should go in the morning. Besides, the library's about to close."

"And Cassie?"

"I'm hoping she can wait an extra day."

"Okay, Sam. We'll wait till tomorrow and then talk with Catherine. And hopefully, then we'll be able to find the connection and find out what the hell this thing is."

"And kill it and get Cassie." Dean nodded. Then, Sam added hopefully, "And have a relaxing little Christmas."

"One thing at a time, Sammy. Let's go."