A Supernatural Calling
Crossover between Tru Calling and Supernatural
Supernatural: Set after "Tall Tales"
Tru Calling: Set after "Longest Day"
The perspective is from Tru for the first chapter. The Winchesters will join in the second chapter.
Tru Davies headed out of the elevator, staring at the paperwork in her arms. She ran into someone, and her papers went flying.
"I am so sorry," said Gardez, squatting down to help her pick up the files.
"Oh, it's okay," said Tru as she squatted down also. "I only had them alphabetized and in chronological sequence."
"You need some help getting it back together?" asked Gardez, handing her the papers.
"No, no, it's your day off," said Tru, standing with her messy pile. "Go on. I got it under control."
"Sorry again," said Gardez as he entered the elevator.
"Yeah, sure, it only took all night to organize these," muttered Tru as she walked into the morgue.
Davis poked his head out of the office. "You get the files from the county clerk's office?"
Tru looked down at the mess in her arms. "If you count the filing nightmare that I'm carrying, then yeah."
Davis frowned. "What happened?"
"Ran into Gardez in the hall," Tru explained as she set the pile down on one of the tables.
"So you need some help?" asked Davis.
"Please," said Tru.
They began sifting through the files, reorganizing them. They were halfway through when the morgue doors opened.
Tru looked over to see her younger brother Harrison walking into the room.
"I have been looking all over for you!" said Harrison.
"It's my work day," said Tru. "Where have you been looking?"
Harrison's smile faltered a little. "Oh, well, you know…around." He shook his head. "Listen, I need some help."
"You need help?" asked Tru.
"Yeah, you help dead people all the time, why not your own brother?" said Harrison. "I have a…kind of a business-venture related…minor thing that—"
"What did you do this time?" asked Tru.
"Why do you always assume that it's something I did?" asked Harrison. Tru just stared at him. "Alright, so I may have…lost my rent money."
"Again? What did you do?"
"Ah, the ponies didn't pay out."
"You gambled on ponies? Gosh, Harrison, when are you gonna learn?"
"Hey, I learn."
"Yeah? When are you gonna get a job?"
"No, no, no. Harrison Davies don't need no job."
"Is that so?"
"And how are you going to pay your rent?"
"Because you're the best sister ever."
Tru smiled. "Nice try, Harry."
"Well, what am I supposed to do?"
"Get a job."
"My rent is due tomorrow, Tru."
"You can work here," Davis interjected.
Harrison frowned at him. "What would I do in a morgue?"
"You can help Gardez at pickups," said Davis. "We need someone to work the other shifts."
"See?" said Tru. "That works."
Harrison smiled. "Ah, thanks, man! Look, no offense, but with tomorrow just around the corner—"
"I'll give you an advance," said Davis. "As long as you promise not to gamble it all away."
"Oh, yeah, yeah," said Harrison. "No worries. So…where do I start?"
Davis pulled out a spray bottle of cleaner and a towel. "You can clean the back of the van."
Harrison smiled glumly as he accepted the bottle and rag. "Oh, yay." He set off towards the garage to clean the van.
"Thanks, Davis," said Tru.
"No problem," said Davis. "Whatever will keep him out of trouble."
Tru's cell phone rang, and she pulled it open, putting it to her ear. "Hello?"
"Tru, have you seen your brother?" asked Tru's best friend Lindsey.
"Hello, Lindsey," said Tru. "It's good to hear from you, too."
"Sorry," said Lindsey. "It's just, Harrison was supposed to meet me twenty minutes ago."
"Yeah, he's at work," Tru replied.
Lindsey hesitated. "Okay, we are talking about your brother, right?"
"Yeah, Davis offered him a job at the morgue, and Harrison took it."
"Wow," said Lindsey, sounding impressed. "I never thought I'd see the day when Harrison Davies became part of society."
"Tell me about it."
"So what's your boss got him doing?"
"Well, right now, he's cleaning the blood and DNA from the back of the morgue van."
"Oh, man! And he said he'd take the job?"
"Well, he kinda didn't have a choice."
Lindsey sighed. "He lost money, didn't he?"
"That's our Harry."
"Well, at least he's doing something about it this time."
"Want me to give him a message?"
"Uh, just that I'm not mad for him kind of blowing me off."
Tru smiled. "Will do. Bye, Lindsey."
"See you, Midge-cakes."
Tru hung up as she pulled the last of the files into her neat pile. "Be right back, Davis."
"Alright," said Davis as he took the reorganized files into the office.
Tru headed out the door and down the hall towards the garage. She walked through the doors to find Harrison half-in the back doors of the van, scrubbing the floor.
"Hey, Harry," said Tru.
Harrison poked his head out of the van. "Hey, Tru."
"Lindsey sends her love."
Harrison froze and looked at her. "She's not mad, is she?"
"I explained that you got a job 'cause you were low on money."
"She appreciated that you were fixing your problem yourself instead of letting someone else do it for you."
"Hey, I gotta run some errands for Davis. Are you gonna be okay?"
"I'm not a kid, Tru. I think I can handle a job on my own."
Tru smiled. "Alright, Harry. See you later."
"Excuse me," came a voice at the office door.
Davis looked up to see two men in suits at the office door. He couldn't see them too well since he had lost his contacts earlier that day, but he could still make out stuff good enough to go without glasses for the day.
"I'm Agent Murdoch," said the one who had spoken, flashing what appeared to be maybe an FBI badge. He was shorter than the other one. He gestured to the taller man. "This is Agent Simmons." Agent Simmons also flashed a badge.
"How can I help you?" asked Davis.
"We're investigating Mr. Nelson's death," said Agent Simmons. "We need to see his body."
"Okay," said Davis. "I'll take you back there."
He led the two FBI agents down the hallway and into the crypt, where they kept the bodies. He walked over to Eddie Nelson's drawer and pulled him out.
"Now, he was found two nights ago, correct?" asked Agent Simmons.
"Yes," said Davis.
"First night of the full moon," Agent Simmons muttered to his partner.
"What's that got to do with it?" asked Davis.
"Nothing," said Agent Murdoch. "And his heart was missing?"
"Yeah," said Davis. "The police think it might have been a wild animal."
"Oh, I'll bet," muttered Agent Murdoch. "Do you know if Eddie had any enemies?"
"Um…I don't think so," said Davis, frowning. "I mean, the police didn't tell us much."
"Anything else unusual about the body?" asked Agent Simmons.
"The police found animal hair on the body," said Davis. "That's why they believe it was a mauling."
"Let me guess, canine?" said Agent Murdoch.
"Uh," Davis consulted his chart, "yeah. How'd you know that?"
"Lucky guess," said Agent Murdoch.
"Alright, that'll be all," said Agent Simmons. "Thank you for your time."
The two agents walked out of the morgue and Davis returned to his office.
"Hey, Tru, thanks for running those errands," said Davis.
"No problem," said Tru as she put her bag by the desk in the morgue office. "How'd it go here?"
"Good," said Davis. "Two FBI agents, uh…Simmons and Murdoch stopped by to look at the Nelson body, but other than that, nothing exciting."
"Harrison do okay?" asked Tru.
"Yeah, he did fine," said Davis.
"Okay, any bodies come in?" asked Tru.
"No," said Davis. "Maybe there will be one tonight during Harrison's shift. I'll be sure to send him on it."
Tru looked at him. "You don't like Harrison all that much, do you?"
"No, it's not that. I'm just trying to keep him busy. You know, keep him occupied so he won't up and quit."
"Well, I'll go with him if there is a pickup."
Harrison sat in the office, waiting for something to do. Tru walked in and spotted him.
"Hey, Harry," said Tru. "How was your first day of work…ever?"
"Ha, ha," said Harrison. He shrugged. "It was okay." The beeper on Harrison's belt went off, and he looked down at it. "What the hell does that mean?"
"It means we have a pickup," said Tru.
"A pickup?" asked Harrison.
"Yeah, a dead body to get," said Tru. "I'll go with you."
"Oh, fun," said Harrison.
They piled into the morgue van and drove to the address. As they pulled up to the alley, they inched past the police cars. Tru stared at the alley in horror as Harrison stopped the van.
"Oh, my gosh," muttered Tru.
Blood littered itself all over the alley floor and walls. It looked like a bloodbath. Tru and her brother got out of the van and approached the medical personnel by the wall.
"What happened?" asked Tru.
"We're not sure," said the man. "Neighbors heard a commotion and some yells around ten o'clock. If I didn't know any better, I'd say a wild animal attack."
"How many victims?" asked Tru.
"Well, one victim, two bodies."
Tru frowned. "What does that mean?"
"One victim was mauled, but the other victim was shot."
The man led them to the crime scene, and Tru gasped.
"Oh, my gosh," said Tru.
The two victims lay on the ground. One was on his back, chest completely torn open and blood all over his front. He had shaggy brown hair and was incredibly tall. Victim Two lay on his stomach, a pool of blood under him, and his hand was stretched toward Victim One. Victim Two was tall also, but maybe not as tall as the other. He had short-cropped sandy hair, full lips and a strong jaw.
"What do they think happened?" asked Harrison.
"They don't know," said the man. "I'll tell you: this case is whacked."
Tru and Harrison approached the bodies. Tru looked down at the smear of blood near Victim Two.
"Take a look at this," said Tru as she squatted down.
Harrison joined her. "What?"
"The direction of this smear," said Tru. "It looks as if he was trying to drag himself toward Victim One…as though he was trying to protect him."
"So, what…they were…together?" asked Harrison.
Tru rolled her eyes. "Let's just get them loaded up."
"How'd it go?" asked Davis as Tru and Harrison wheeled the two gurneys into the morgue.
"You should have seen it, Davis," said Tru. "It was like a scene straight out of Texas Chainsaw Massacre."
"What do we have?" asked Davis.
"We're not sure," Tru told him. She and Harrison loaded one body bag onto one table, and the other onto the other table. They then unzipped them. Tru was standing over Victim Two. "Victim Two here was shot, but he tried to drag himself over to his friend before he died."
"I still say they're together," Harrison muttered.
"Shut up, Harry," said Tru.
"And Victim One?" asked Davis, walking to the other table.
"They say he was mauled," said Tru. "But how does a wild animal run loose in New York?"
Davis was leaning over Victim One. "Huh…"
"What?" asked Harrison.
"Well, it looks like his heart is missing," said Davis. "Just like Eddie Nelson's body."
"So, the animal mauled him and stole his heart?" asked Harrison. "That's weird."
"They got any names?" asked Davis, searching Victim One's pockets.
"I don't know," said Tru. She went over and searched Victim Two's pockets. She pulled out several badges and IDs. "Whoa. This guy was into some serious fraud."
"So was this one," said Davis, showing her some more badges. He looked through them. "Marshal Sam Stiles, Agent Sam Simmons, Agent Sam Haggar—"
"Very original," chuckled Tru. "So, his name is Sam, and he uses rock aliases." Tru looked at the badges in her own hands. "Same thing over here. Agent Dean Murdoch, Officer Dean Turner, Inspector Dean Freeley. Maybe these two were working some fraud scandal."
"I got a driver's license," said Davis. "It was in his wallet, like, buried in his wallet. Sam Winchester, born May 2, 1983. That makes him 23 now."
Tru dug in Victim Two's jeans pockets and found a wallet. Hidden in a back fold behind a secret cut in the leather, she pulled out a driver's license. "Bingo. Dean Winchester, born January 24, 1979. 28. Looks like they were brothers, or something."
"That would explain why…Dean was trying to get to, uh…Sam," said Davis. Tru frowned at him. "Well, it's classic overprotective sibling behavior: the need to save the younger sibling."
Tru glanced over at Harrison, who was leaning against the table Sam was on. "I know the feeling."
Davis leaned closer over Sam's body. "Huh…"
"What?" asked Tru.
"Well, Sam has some splatters that are inconsistent with his own injuries," said Davis.
"Maybe it's blood from the killer," said Tru.
"Let's find out," said Davis. He swabbed a cotton swab in the blood and brought it over to a machine. They waited for a moment before the results popped up.
"Well?" asked Tru.
"Well, I was right," said Davis. "It isn't Sam's blood. But you know who it does match? Dean."
"And the splatters are consistent with a gunshot."
"So…Dean was in front of Sam when he was shot?"
"He probably jumped in front of the bullet." Tru frowned at him. "Overprotective older brother."
"Right," said Tru. "So…someone was trying to shoot Sam, Dean jumped in the way and got shot. So maybe a wild animal came along and mauled Sam as he was trying to help Dean."
"Your guess is as good as mine," said Davis.
"You're missing something," said Harrison.
"We are?" asked Tru.
"Yeah, I overheard the cops talking as we were loading 'em up," said Harrison. "There had been a .45 on each of them, loaded with…get this…silver bullets."
"Silver bullets?" said Tru. "Who loads a gun with silver bullets?"
"And they each had a gun?" asked Davis.
"Yeah, one was about ten feet away from Dean and the other was next to Sam's hand," said Harrison.
"What were they doing: hunting werewolves?" said Tru.
They began removing the standards from the bodies. Dean had a silver ring on his right ring finger, a skull bracelet on his left hand, and a weird-looking bronze amulet hanging from his neck. Sam had a watch on his left hand and two thin black bracelets on his right hand.
"Hey, Tru, look at this," said Davis. Tru walked over to where Davis was at Sam's side. Davis had the left collar of Sam's shirt pulled down, and just under the left clavicle at the top of his pectoral was a tattoo. The skin around it was red and inflamed. "Looks pretty new." It was a pentacle inside of a sun-looking thing.
Tru walked over to Dean and pulled his collar down. "He's got one, too. Also fresh."
"What is it with these two?" asked Harrison.
"I don't know," said Tru, still staring at Dean's tattoo.
A hand suddenly clasped onto Tru's wrist, and she jumped. She looked down to see green, vibrant eyes glaring at her.
Dean opened his mouth in a snarl. "Help me already."
Tru felt a jolt as a whirl of color surrounded her. She jumped up in her bed, looking at the clock to see that her day had, indeed, rewound. She looked back at the room, thinking back to how Dean had asked for help.
"That was new," said Tru.