impala_dean (impala_dean) wrote in endless_epitaph, @ 2009-03-29 21:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean winchester, lincoln-nebraska, plot: cursed tarot cards, plot: the justice card, sam winchester |
Deeper into the Mystery
Who: Dean and Sam Winchester
When: January 23rd
Where: Lincoln, Nebraska
Rating: PG 13
Notes: Sam and Dean are on a road trip. Trying to stop the seals from being opened and the Devil himself from being released. Brothers are investigating mysterious deaths.
Dean looked over his little brothers shoulder as a website slowly opened.
“Come on, can’t this thing go any faster,” Dean asked.
“Well, the hotel service is a little slow. Plus, all those Asian porn websites you’ve been going to aren’t helping the speed any,” Sam retorted.
“It’s research.”
“Yeah…call it whatever you want, just make sure you wash your hands before touching my keyboard again okay?”
Dean smacked Sam upside the head. “Shut up…now are you going to keep me in suspense or are you going to tell me your theory.”
“Athena.”
“Athena…as in the Greek Goddess Athena? That would be new. We’ve faced everything else, why not a Greek goddess. That’s insane Sam.”
The site finally opened and Sam clicked on a story.
“Tell me if this doesn’t sound familiar. It’s the story of Cecrops of Athens… Athena gave his three daughters a box and they were told never to open it, inside was a future king, but when they opened it, the baby had a snake coiled around its body. It’s said that the two sisters that opened it went insane or were killed by the snake.”
“Okay…What else you got? The spider bite thing…how is that connected to Athena.”
“A weaver named Archane said she was better than Athena. And being a god she was prone to being arrogant. They had a contest. Archane depicted pictures of the not so great moments of the deities. She got cranky again and turned her into a spider.”
“So,” Dean said pacing the room. “Whatever is causing these deaths is related to Athena?”
“She was more than a just a goddess, she was the goddess of strategic warfare, wisdom, and heroic endeavor. They built statues to her just because she remained a virgin.”
“What if, whoever or whatever is behind this, is using Athena stories to get back at men. Say an ex-girlfriend who went a little homicidal maybe?”
“Michael’s mistress.”
“Would be a good start. Unfortunately, his wife may not know who her husband slept with or how many affairs. There could be a lot of women out there with a grudge against him. Maybe he promised to leave his wife and never did.”
“You’re right Sammy. That’s why we’re gonna go talk to some of Mikey’s buddies. Maybe some of them know who which girlfriend went Glenn Close on the husband and…”
“And if we find out who the other guy who died was dating…”
“We find a match. We have our girl,” Dean said with a smirk. “Dude, we should totally have been detectives. But not the lame kind.”
“What? Like Dick Tracy?”
“Madonna was hot in that wasn’t she?”
“Dean…go get us some food. I’m going to see if I cant find out some information on our spider guy.”
Tech Town…
Sam and Dean, dressed in suits, went inside Tech Town, the town’s electronics store. The guy who was bit by the spiders, Samuel Spade, worked here. So the duo went in as detectives to talk to some of the other employees.
“Hello, Welcome to Tech Town. Can I show you some of our plasma screens,” a salesman asked.
Dean pulled out his fake ID and badge.
“I’m Detective Chris Bale. This is my partner Mike Cain. We’d like to ask you a few questions about Samuel Spade. Guy who use to work here?”
“I thought they ruled his death accidental. Spider bites. Why’d the send cops?”
“We’re just looking at it from a different angle,” Sam said. “Now, was Mr. Spade dating anyone or recently break up with someone?”
“You’re joking right?”
Dean looked at the man with a straight face. “Sir, we don’t joke around in our precinct. People end up dead. Now answer my partner’s question.”
“Spade was a hound. He had his share of conquests. Was a real love them and leave them.”
“Any particular woman you can think of got maybe a little too obsessive with him? Thought there was more going on than there actually was,” Dean asked.
“There was one a couple months ago. Megan…something. I can’t remember her last name. Went out with Spade for a couple weeks. They were pretty hot and heavy, until he got tired of her. She didn’t take it very well. She came here a few times causing a scene. He even had to get a restraining order on her.”
“Do you know where she lives,” Sam asked.
He only knew the neighborhood. So the brothers headed out in that direction.
“Okay Sammy. Any of the addresses in that book match a Megan in this direction?”
“A Megan Weston. Lives a few blocks from here.”
“So, we both on the same page. Thinking she’s our girl?”
“It’s pretty likely. I mean same neighborhood and first name. She’s probably the one.”
Dean looked uncomfortable. “How do we handle this? I mean, its not often our bad guy is human. She’s just a little obsessed with greek mythology. What if she gets mad at us and chains us to a boulder and has buzzards peck out our livers?”
“We probably shouldn’t do anything just yet. We have to be absolutely certain it’s her. And if it is her, we have to figure out how she did it.”
“If it is her…she has to be working some kind of mojo. These two deaths were way to weird to be done by some kind of psycho-bitch.”
After a short drive they arrived at Megan’s house. Dean knocked on the door, a young woman opened the door. She was a little over five feet, long brown hair and piercing blue eyes.
“Can I help you,” she asked Dean who was staring at her.
Dean couldn’t help but stare. He knew that it was possible she was evil, but she was a smoking hottie. She had a Megan Fox look going for her.
“Uh…yes,” he held out his ID badge. “Chris Bale. My partner, Mike Cain. We’re here to talk about Samuel Spade. Can we come in?”
“You don’t think I killed him do you? I haven’t seen him or even thought about him in weeks.”
“We’re just covering all our areas,” Sam said politely.
She let them in and she discussed their relationship as Dean walked around the room, looking for any kind of evidence the woman was working a magic spell or something.
“I’ll admit I didn’t handle the break up well. I loved him. I gave him my heart and soul and he threw me out like yesterday’s trash. I hate guys like that. They think they’re God’s gift to women.”
Sam glanced towards Dean. “Yeah, I know the type.”
Dean turned to his brother and glared at him.
“Guys like that just need to be dealt with.”
“Like Samuel.”
“No, they don’t deserve to die…you’re twisting my words. They just need to learn how to treat women better. After things with Sam ended, I went to therapy. She’s really helped me a lot with my issues. I’m not like that anymore.”
After about five more minutes of fruitless conversation, the brothers left.
“So, what do you think,” Sam said as they headed to the car.
“Girl has her issues. But I couldn’t find anything in that house that would lead me to thinking she’s packing some kind of wiccy powers or calling on some Greek goddess to do her bidding. Never say this Sammy…but this one really has me stumped. We need to go back to research mode. Find another link.”
“I’ll call Bobby. See if he has any ideas.”
A few hours later…
“Thanks Bobby,” Sam said into his phone. He closed it and sat on the bed. Dean looked up from the computer.
“Well, Bobby have anything.”
“He pretty much came to the same conclusion as me. Athena. However, he does have an alternative theory.”
“Shoot.”
“Bobby said he heard about this shop in Chicago that deals with antique items that, get this, are cursed by the devil.”
“That’s new. So, one of the women in this tangled web is using a cursed object?”
“He made some calls and it seems there was a pack of tarot cards at that store, but somehow all the cards were distributed to different people. Bobby thinks that someone might have a tarot card called The Justice Card.”
“Would make sense,” Dean said typing the card into Google. “Woman scorned out for some Justice. Men die in the way characters who crossed Athena did. But on the other hand, we still only have two deaths. Two points make a line. Not a connection.”
“Well, we can look into records to see if anyone else has died in a greek tragedy in this town…or others.”
Dean snapped and pointed to his brother. “Bingo. Now we’re cooking.”
Across town…
A man runs out of his office, quickly locking the door behind him. Its pouring rain at the moment and he forgot his umbrella in his car. He runs to his car so he doesn’t get too soaked, but he stops in his tracks.
“What are you doing here?”
“We need to talk,” she said.
“I told you, we have nothing more to discuss.”
She gets close to him and slips a card into his jacket. “I think we’re just getting warmed up.”
“We’re finished. Just get over it.”
“Fine…have it your way,” she said as she stormed off.
Lightning streaked across the sky. The man quickly gets into his car and tries to start it, but the engine won’t rev up.”
“Come on!”
He tries again. He shoves his foot on the gas, just as a lightning bolt streaks through his car window, killing the man instantly, but sadly it didn’t end there. The car explodes in a blazing inferno.
In the shadows, the woman watches a smile creeping on her face. She holds out her hand as the card mysteriously re-appears in her hand.
It’s The Justice card in a tarot deck.
She turns and walks the opposite direction laughing to herself as sirens sound behind her.