Authors Note: Well first things first, I'm alive. The main reason why it took me so long to get this chapter up was laziness and a small bout of writers block. But I have triumphantly found the cure and came out with this. Thank you for all who reviewed my last chapter and the ones who were blunt about when this chapter was going to get posted. It was just the kick in the butt I needed.

Disclaimer: I claim no ownership to either of these fandoms… sigh… I need a life.

Chapter 21

Wyatt's brow creased in concentration as bent down to light the first of the seven candles that were placed in a circle in the middle of the attic floor. After each wick was lit, he stood and placed the lighter back onto the table nearby. All the cousins were out, giving him the secrecy and privacy he wanted. Mel and Prue were out shopping for their friend's birthday and the twins had decided to go see the new chick flick that had just released at the theatres.

"Spirit from the other side, cross not the great divide," he chanted. He sighed in frustration, running a hand through his blonde hair when nothing happened.


Sam balanced the flowers and chocolate in his arms as he rang his girlfriend's doorbell, hoping that she wouldn't slam the door in his face as soon as she saw who it was. Chris was right. These last few days, he'd been a rotten boyfriend.

The door opened and she stood in front of him, her blonde wavy hair pulled back into a messy bun. Her normally vibrant and pale face was flushed and tearstained. She wore her Muppet nightshirt with Kermit and Miss Piggy standing next to each other and a pair of grey, old sweats. She frowned when she saw who it was, her eyes clouding over in anger.

"Finally decided to show your face?" She folded her arms over her chest, framing her ample breasts.

"I'm so sorry, Jess," he winced and held his gifts up as a peace offering. She looked at the chocolate and flowers with disinterest before looking back up at Sam.

"I needed you, Sam. I lost my best friend and I needed you to be there for me," Jess's voice was cold and unwavering. She wasn't going to let being forgotten when she need him the most seem less important than a few gifts.

"I know, I should have been there. But my brother came into town and gave me the news about my father and I've just been really busy. I know that is a lousy excuse and I know it doesn't make up for not being there but it's the truth," Sam begged, sincerely. He knew it was a long shot that she'd believe him but wasn't going to let her go. He loved her.

"I wasn't intentionally ignoring you,"

Jess whimpered, tears gathering in her blue orbs. Sam could see her eyes were all puffed up and red from crying. With trepidation, she turned and walked back farther into her apartment, leaving the door open for him to follow.

Sam smiled and closed the door behind him. He dropped his gifts onto the table and saw Jess was standing a few feet away. Behind her, he absently noticed the door to Anna's room was closed.

"Her parents are going to come by and pick up her stuff next week," Jess said turned to glance at it as well, seeing him eying the door.

"She was a great person," Sam faced her and she nodded, her eyes filling with tears. She looked at the ground sadly as she let out a chocking sob and Sam pulled her close, tucking her head underneath his chin. Her body melded into his perfectly, fitting together like two puzzle pieces. Sam kissed the top of her head, rocking her slightly as she continued to sob into his chest.

"I'm so scared Sam. What if I'm next?" Her words were muffled and Sam tightened his arms around her protectively.

"I'd never let that happen," he promised her.

"That means you actually have to be here," she admonished bitterly, not having fully forgiven him yet.

"I promise you, I will be," Sam said though not entirely sure he could keep that promise. What if she needed him at the same time his brother and Chris did. What then?

Jess relaxed after that, reaching up to kiss his lips soundly. Sam had never lied or broken his promises before and she didn't have a reason to start doubting him now.

"Do you forgive me?" Sam pouted jokingly, his eyes sparkling in happiness.

Jess smiled coyly and pulled her arms out of his grasp and wrapped them around his neck, leaning into him.

"You're forgiven," she whispered against his lips. Her hands wandered lower, running over the smooth planes of his stomach and abs, feeling the muscled hardness through his shirt. Years of practice with his dad and brother had fine tuned his body but the years he put into working out at the gym after he'd left kept him that way.

He recognized that she was an emotional train wreck right now and that was what was fueling her actions but couldn't' stop himself from returning her carresses, reaching up to cup her face between his large hands. He traced her bottom lip with his tongue, teasingly poking it into her mouth. Her hands moved south, teasing the hem of his pants and thrumming the buttons playfully.

He regretfully pulled away, realizing that she was doing a good job at distracting him from his mission. She looked at him with a confused expression for a moment then pouted.

"What's the matter?"

"I can't take advantage of you like this, right after Anna's death," He hated lying to her and hoped that the mention of her friend's death would sober her right up and not want to continue where this path was going.

Jess snorted, defying his expectations and rolled her eyes, "Stop being so noble. I want you to take advantage of me,"

She kissed him again, sending waves of pleasure through Sam's body as her tongue entwined with his. He moaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck and rolled her hips against his. As he lost himself in the kiss, her hands worked on undoing his pants, very clear on what she wanted.

Sam grabbed her hands that had swiftly undone his jeans, effectively stopping them from moving lower.

"I can't do this, Jess," Sam said knowing that Chris was counting on him to get the information and having sex with his girlfriend was not part of the plan, despite how bad his body disagreed with that idea.

"Why are you so shy all of a sudden?" Jess pulled away, a strange glint in her eyes.

"I just can't do this," Sam couldn't think of better explanation.

"Am I not good enough anymore? Do you have someone else that you're getting it from?" Her voice climbed in pitch with every word she spoke, until she was yelling.

"No, how could you ever think that?" Sam asked, outraged that she would ever think that about him.

"Is that why you've been so busy lately, having sex with someone else?" She sneered, ignoring his denial.

Sam took a deep breath, trying to hold back his sudden anger. Before this last week, he'd never given her reason to question his infidelity and he wondered how they made it this far if she didn't trust him. But releasing his anger would only start a fight and that was the last thing he wanted.

"Jess, your friend just died. You're hurt, you're angry and you're lashing out. But just because I don't want to have sex with you right now doesn't mean that I am cheating on you," Sam spoke clearly and slowly, hoping to imprint the words into her brain.

"I don't know who you are anymore, Sam. Ever since these deaths started you've become distant, pulling yourself away from me," Jess didn't acknowledge that he even spoke.

"I've been busy. My father is missing, my brother is in town begging me to drop school to help look for him, Chris is trying to be helpful but he's having family problems of his own that I need to help him with. You need me to be there for you every second of everyday but I can't. I can't be in two places at once. There's only one me," Sam exploded, lifting his hands up as if to curse the sky.

"To busy for me, the one you supposedly love," Jess selfishly flung at him.

"I do love you. Chris can't see why. He says you suck the life out of me, making me seem like I'm your slave that comes at your command. And I always defend you, getting in fights that could have ended our friendship, all over you! I love you enough to come over here and apologize, knowing that you might never forgive me for being such ass these last few days. I'm human. I make mistakes. But the one thing I do know is that I love you unconditionally and want to be with you," Sam yelled.

"Then why won't you move in with me and get our own apartment. If you love me so god damn much, then why do you continually to put Chris over me," Jess's voice lowered, not yelling anymore. But her words stung all the same.

"Because I'm not ready," Sam continued to yell, snapping under the pressure.

"And when will you be? When you've finished college? When will our time come?"

"Why can't you just except that I love you and want to be with you for the rest of my life?"

"Prove it to me then," Jess challenged. She ripped her shirt over her head, revealing her black lacy bra and pale skin underneath.

"Prove to me I'm the only one," She pulled one of her bra straps off her shoulder so they dangled down her arm with one hand while the other dropped down to lower the band of her sweats, exposing a matching underwear.

Sam's reason and sense flew out of him as he yanked her against him and kissed her deeply, forcing dominance. He broke this kiss off only because he needed the air and jerked her towards her bedroom roughly. If she cared how violent he was being because of the anger that still coursed through his veins, she didn't show it, mewling lustfully as he threw her onto the bed and slammed the bedroom door shut behind him.

He yanked her pants off in one swoop and straddled her as he latched himself onto her neck, kissing and nibbling every inch of skin he could get to. Her eyes dilated with hungry desire as he reached behind her to undo her bra and then pulled it off, unleashing her perky breasts. Her last article of clothing, the matching lacy panties came off a second later as his lips returned to hers, intent on showing her that she was the only one.

"Spirit from the other side, cross now the great divide," Wyatt looked around hoping that someone had answered his calls. Even his great grams would be a welcome visitor.

He threw up his hands in frustration when no one appeared and cursed quietly underneath his breath.

"Ghosts suck," was the only thing he said out loud, incase his mother, aunts, or grams was listening. Although, he wouldn't mind getting visit from the first one… even if she was just here to scold him.

Dean hummed ACDC as he approached Tony's apartment, the familiar tune calming him. He sighed, patting his fake ID tucked in the jacket pocket making sure he had everything he needed, standing at the threshold.

He looked down to see the floral welcome mat and ceramic frog sitting off to the side. He frowned and took a closer look, seeing all the feminine charms that surrounded the small entrance that he missed the first time he came here.

"This dude was whipped," he chuckled briefly, knowing that Tony would have a different say in that. He cleared his throat and rotated his shoulders, getting himself pumped up for this before reaching up to knock. After the first rap, nobody answered and Dean had to force himself to stop fidgeting. It looked unprofessional and despite what Sam said, he was nothing but a good actor.

The door opened as he reached up to knock a third time. Tony stared impassively at his guest with soulless eyes. His complexion was deathly pale and his high chiseled cheek bones stood out against his thin face. He blinked at Dean, his eyes swollen and red from crying. His dark locks, once silky and smooth were mussed up a greasy from not showering. A stank odor drifted from the room and it took everything he had not to cringe from the smell.

Tony obviously hadn't been taking care of himself since his girlfriend's death, despite Chris's sleeping spell.

"Anthony Rodriguez," Dean finally asked. Tony nodded, not saying anything.

"I'm Special Agent Walker with the FBI. I would like to ask you a few questions concerning Miss Brenda Reid," Dean continued in his most compassionate voice he possessed.

"Tony, who's at the door?" a male voice from within interrupted before Tony could reply.

The door opened wider, letting Dean see the unsoiled state of the apartment. Another man, slimmer than Tony but had his same broad shoulders, came into view followed by a woman who could be mistaken as a muscular whale.

"Someone from the FBI with questions about Brenda," Tony's voice was dull and he flinched when he said her name.

"Again?! You'd think they would have the common decency to leave us alone now. They've already questioned us," the woman scowled, swishing her hair back in a frustrated manner.

"I'm sorry for the interruption ma'am but his is really important," Dean said seeing the family resemblance between the three. He would have guessed cousins since both boys had dark brown hair and the woman had a bright shade of blonde but all three shared a cleft chin, precise almond shaped eyes and sharp cheek bones. Too similar for cousins.

"I apologize for my sister's rudeness. Please come in. We'll do anything to help," the man said beckoning Tony to step away from the door. He shut the door after letting him in and led him towards the floral couches. They looked uncomfortable and gaudy facing each other, only a wooden coffee table separating those who sat on them. But Dean had a feeling that Tony would never get rid of them.

Dean sat down across from Tony and his sister. The man joined Dean on his couch.

"My name is Renaldo. I am Tony's brother," Dean shook his hand, noticing the cold looks the sister kept shooting him.

"Special Agent Walker," Dean introduced his alias.

"Angelica Miles," the large woman said stiffly.

"Pleasure," Dean replied shaking his hand where she had squeezed a little too hard.

"Would you like anything to drink?" Renaldo asked him politely, trying to make up for his sister who refused to be courteous.

"No, thank you. I'm good," Dean assured him.

"How can we help?" Renaldo asked seeing Tony wasn't going to start anything. His brother was too wrapped in his own grief.

"The local police and the FBI are in agreement that we have a serial killer on our hands," Dean started ignoring Angelica's snort and mutterings.

"But we aren't sure how the killer is picking his victims. If they are randomly picked up off the streets or systematically chosen for a specific reason," Dean continued. "The FBI thinks that the victims must have a connection. Something in common that links them together,"

"Ok," Renaldo watched his younger brother out of the corner of his eye. Tony had yet to move from his position, still staring at the far wall with an unseeing gaze. Angelica, the eldest sibling from what Dean could deduce, took Tony's hand and rubbed it consolingly.

"Are you saying the Brenda was involved with something illegal?" she asked, her eyes flashing protectively.

"No, of course not," Dean backtracked, "I'm saying that—"

"Because that would be ludicrous, Agent Walker. Brenda was the sweetest girl alive. She and Tony were soul mates. There is no way that she could have been involved with anything," Angelica continued with absolute conviction in her tone, cutting him off.

"Angie, he's trying to help," Renaldo tone was soft but reprimanding at the same time.

"By bringing up painful memories?! How is that supposed to help?" Angelica cried. Tony hadn't moved, seemingly unaware of everything that was going on in the room. He had shut down, burying himself into the deepest recess of his mind.

"Angie please, he's just doing his job," Renaldo sighed and shook his head.

"I must apologize. We just flew in from out of town to be here for Tony after we heard what happened and arrived this morning. It's been a very difficult couple of days," he addressed Dean with this.

"It's alright. I can't even begin to imagine what you're all going through," Dean spoke the truth. He'd never let any woman close enough to make it hurt this bad. He'd shared a bed with enough women in blessed ecstasy that only a one night stand could bring. But he hadn't met the one who made him want to be better. He turned back to Angelica.

"I didn't mean to imply that Miss Reid was involved as anything more than a victim. I was only trying to discover if she had a relationship with the other victims so we can try pinpoint who the killer is going to go after next," Dean said lightly, feeling as if he was walking on a field full of mines, never knowing which step was the last step that would blow him up.

"I wouldn't know," Angelica's anger deflated a little bit, but still suspicious. "I live in Florida and only see Tony a couple days out of the year,

Dean looked at Renaldo, who sighed a shook his head. "I wouldn't know either. Like my sister, I live far away,"

"She didn't like Anna," Tony suddenly said, still staring at the wall.

"What?" Dean turned to look at him.

"Br-Brenda… she didn't like Anna," Tony repeated, stuttering on her name.

"Do you know why?" Dean asked. Angelica squeezed his hand in encouragement.

"She didn't like the way she always hung on Chris and threw herself at him like a common whore," Tony replied, his voice never changing. Dean almost shivered at the dullness of his eyes.

"What about Adam Heights?" Dean asked.

"She was very protective of Chris. Before we started dating, she used to like him a lot. She'd never had a boyfriend in high school and was very nervous about admitting her feelings to him. When she did, he turned her down. She was sad and he felt incredibly guiltily that he couldn't return her feelings and worked to set her up with someone else. A few weeks later he introduced us at a party and things took off,"

"After they fought, she immediately took Chris's side, feeling that Adam had wronged Chris," His lips twitched upwards but never made it to an actual smile.

"Who is this Chris?" Angelica asked frowning.

"Christopher Halliwell. He lives next door," Tony replied robotically.

"And is he involved?" she asked Dean knowingly. Dean realized his mistake too late. She was a sharp woman, never missing a thing. He had been expressing familiarity towards Chris like he knew him personally. Agent Brett Walker was neutral.

"Mr. Halliwell has been questioned regarding this case, seeing as he was a common factor among the victims," Dean replied trying to look professional.

Angelica opened her mouth to comment but Tony cut her off.

"Chris would never hurt Brenda," his voice was determined, the first hint of emotion Dean caught from the man. He looked Dean in the eyes for the first time since he arrived.

"The police have cleared him as of last night," Dean assured the man. Tony looked like he had enough to worry about and didn't want to aggravate him further. That seemed to placate him enough to return to staring at the wall.

"Did Miss Reid know Rebecca Owens, the last and current victim," Dean asked.

"Not that she mentioned," Tony shuddered, wrapping his arms around himself. Renaldo wrapped his arm around him, hugging him close.

"Was there anyone else Miss Reid was particularly close too. A girlfriend perhaps?" Dean asked, wondering if he had another lead to go on. Tony was looking to be a dead end. And despite how sure he was Tony and Brenda loved each other, there was some sacred bond of trust between girl friends.

"Not really. She was a really quiet person who liked to curl up with a good book more then socialize with other people. She was really close with her sister though, Laura, who lives up in Sacramento. They used to go out to lunch together all the time," Tony replied.

"I think that's all I need for now, "Dean stood up, prompting Renaldo to do the same. "Thank you for your time. I'm sorry for the disturbance," he reached forward, shaking the man's hand again.

"It's no trouble at all. We were glad to help," Renaldo walked him out, shutting the door behind him.

Dean sighed and thrust his hands into his pockets, scowling at his failure. His only other lead lived about an hour out of the city. Taking his cell phone from his pocket, he dialed Sam's number as he walked down the porch stairs.

"This is Sam. I can't get to the phone right now but please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can," he heard Sam's ever cheerful voicemail followed by a beep. Dean groaned and disconnected the call without leaving a message.

Heading towards the Impala, Dean made sure he had his keys, before buckling in for a drive to the capitol.


The house was empty when Chris arrived, Dean's car was gone from the curb and Sam wasn't answering his phone. He sighed and wondered if he should try his brother and see if he'd gotten any progress. His little visit with Carl hadn't waved any red flags in his mind and he currently only had a name to work with.

Calling in a favor, he pulled up the student registry and looked for for her name. It came up empty and he leaned back in his chair, searching his memory. He knew it from somewhere.

Sam finally called him back twenty minutes later, sounding guilty.

"What did Jess say?" he asked and heard Jess's voice in the background, asking what he wanted for dinner.

"Not a whole lot. She knew Rebecca from her classes but never spoke to her and Brenda because they both had a crush on you but never interacted with her without you present. She didn't know who Adam was or Carl for that matter until after he was killed," Sam reported and Chris's eyes narrowed.

"You just had sex, didn't you?" he asked and he could hear whatever Sam was holding fall to the floor with a loud crash and Jess's anxious voice asking what was wrong.

"How the hell did you know that?" Sam asked.

"You voice sounds different and you aren't acting like you have something shoved up your ass," Chris smiled victoriously.

"I do not sound like that," Sam argued childishly, his hackles rising.

"You do when you go without having sex for a week," Chris replied.

"It hasn't been a week since I last saw her,"

"Then you must have needed it bad,"

"Can we just get back to the matter at hand?" Sam asked, silently vowing to put some pink dye in Chris's shampoo the next time he had the chance.

"Sure," Chris replied smirking.

"What about you? How did you chat with Carl go?" Sam asked and for once, didn't have a second meaning behind his words. Chris surmised that he was still a little ticked off about the sex comment.

"Almost the same. Found out that Adam and Rebecca were connected but not closely. And I got a name that might or might not be connected but I can't for the life of my remember where I've heard it from,"

"What's the name?" Sam asked.

"Claudette Dicktum,"

"Wasn't she in Professor Motte's class with us?" Sam asked and Chris had a flash of memory of a overweight brown haired girl, staring at him from across a room.

"It's possible, but I checked the school registry and it says she's not listed as a student. So I don't see how she could be,"

"Maybe she's not a student anymore," Sam suggested.

"I think I'm going to go down and check with Professor Motte," Chris said and stood up from his seat.

Sam sighed with an emotion close to resignation and asked, "Do you want me to go with you?"

"Nah, it doesn't take two of us to ask a question and besides, Jess probably wants you to stay over," Chris replied.

"Understatement of the year," Sam muttered and then with a grateful tone, "Thanks,"

"Have you heard from Dean? His car was gone when I got back?" Chris asked.

"Yea, he tried to call me as well and when I called him back, he told me that he got a lead that's taking him to Sacramento. It's a half a day's ride from here if he doesn't speed and he left before I could ask one of you to orb him," Sam sounded amused and Chris smiled.

"I don't think he'll ever get used to it," Sam said and Chris agreed.

"Wyatt hasn't called so I assume he hasn't been successful in contacting any of the victims. I'll leave him alone for few more hours before I try to get in touch with him," Chris said.

"I'll see you tonight," Sam said in acknowledgment and hung up. Chris checked the time and shrugged. It was only three o'clock and since classes weren't in session, it would be harder to track down one of his professors. Chris could only hope that Professor Motte was in his room, finishing some work up.


Authors Note: I would like to thank all my patient and loyal readers. And a double thanks to those of you who reviewed. I know I haven't updated with the frequency of when I first started this story but I'm trying.

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