Dead Man's Keeper

Author: Cheryl W.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or any rights to Person of Interest or Supernatural, nor am I making any profit from this story.

Summary: When the number of Dean Winchester, a supposedly dead serial killer, comes up, Reese and Finch find out how hard it can be to keep a dead man alive.

Author's Notes: To understand this fic, I need you to know a few facts. This takes up after Supernatural's season 8 episode "Southern Comfort", you'll need to remember the father and daughter hunters from the "Adventures in Babysitting" episode 7.11 and the names of the two hunters who sent Sam and Dean to the "Dark side of the moon" in episode 5.16. And yes, I did have to research each of those characters names…because like I spare attention to anyone else but on our lovely boys?!

Another thing you should know, this will mostly be told from Person of Interest POV and sadly, Sam will not be featured heavily in the plot until later chapters. (Sorry Sam girls!)

Whew! I think that's all the boring things I needed to tell you. Hope you enjoy the story…

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Chapter 1

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You are being watched. The government has a secret system, a machine that spies on you, every hour of every day…..

The computer picks up a conversation somewhere in New York City…..

"Dean, it's Lee Chambers, they took Krissy."

"Who took her?"

"Hunters. They wanted me to do a job with them and when I said no…"
"They took Krissy to make you. You know where they are keeping her?"

"They have a warehouse somewhere in the east side of New York City…."

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"Well, we don't have to figure out whether or not the computer gave us a number of someone needing to be saved or about to perpetrate violence," Harold Finch announced to his fellow good Samaritan, John Reese. "The only question is, why is a serial killer's number coming up…when he's already dead."

Coming to stand behind Finch, Reese read aloud some of the information displayed on his friend's computer screen. "Dean Winchester. More than twenty counts of murder spanning seven years. Declared deceased last year." Pulling back, Reese crossed to the mug shot picture of a man younger than he was with short trimmed brown hair and green eyes that Finch had already posted on their board. He had learned the hard way that you couldn't read the heart of evil on a man's face. "Well, there's dead and then there's dead like we are," he drawled.

Finch tilted his head in accession to that fact, though Reese didn't see the gesture from his position. "It was the FBI that declared him dead."

"The CIA declared me dead, Finch. Doesn't make it true," Reese defied, found that that happenstance had been liberating instead of depressing and wondered if Dean Winchester was living under the same relief. He then turned to face Finch, knew the other man had more information for him. He always did.

But instead of information, Finch posed another question. "So you think Winchester somehow faked his own death and the computer caught wind of him?"

"Probably. But like you said, there's no doubt he's the one we need to stop." And it was nice, to have that certainty.

"He's dangerous," Harold warned, his eyes holding John's. He had felt a frisson of fear just reading Winchester's criminal records, found it especially creepy about the grave desecrations, made him take notice of every creak and shift and noise in the uninhabited library before Reese arrived that morning. "He's without conscience. Enjoys the killing." It was rare they came up against true evil and he found that, part of him was loath to put Reese on the killer's trail, even with Reese's exceptional combat skills.

John's eyes darkened and his voice spoke of the shadows his CIA partner said he was a part of. "That's why we need to stop him, Finch. Permanently."

Though the tone, the deadly intent of Reese's words put a shiver down Finch's abused spine, he didn't protest the ex-CIA agent's plan. Somehow found some measure of security it in, that Reese was taking his warning seriously, aimed to stop Winchester before he had a chance to hurt anyone else…including Reese.

"So we have any idea where Winchester is at right now? He's not going to leave an electronic trace, not since he's been declared dead and apparently wants the world to continue to believe that," Reese stated.

"Actually, I think he's gotten bold instead of careful. Before his supposed demise, his pattern was to use fraudulent credit cards, usually in the name of members of rock bands or actors. And I just might have a hit on a card for Tommy Shaw, front man for the band Styx."

John smiled at Harold. "I had no idea you were a '70s rock n roll kind of guy."

Harold shot John a not unkind look and boasted, "There's a lot you don't know about me," before he turned back to the keypad. Punching in a few keys, he confirmed, "Well, a Tommy Shaw did check into the Blue Parrot motel on 23rd and 9th last night."

Already heading for the door, Reese said, "I'll start there." But Finch called out his name with a surprisingly anxious tone. Stopping, Reese turned to face the computer genius.

"Be careful. Don't let down your guard," Harold cautioned, wished he didn't have a photographic memory, that the pictures of all the people that Dean Winchester had killed weren't imprinted on the hard drive of his mind's eye.

"I won't," John Reese vowed, had already determined that, with this particular number, he was going to fall back on his old skill set. Namely, to kill on sight.

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tbc

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Well, anybody on board? I really like Person of Interest and of course, absolutely love Dean and SN so I'm hoping someone out there likes the combination I'm cooking up.

Thanks for reading.

Have a great day!

Cheryl W.