impala_dean (impala_dean) wrote in endless_epitaph, @ 2009-04-19 14:13:00 |
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Current mood: | worried |
Entry tags: | dean winchester, lincoln-nebraska, plot: cursed tarot cards, plot: the justice card, sam winchester |
Who: Dean and Sam Winchester
When: January 25th
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.
Sam and Dean sit across from each other at a diner, Dean is eating a large hamburger while Sam is working on a lean salad.
“Sammy, you need to learn how to eat man food,” Dean said with his mouth full.
“I eat man food. I just don’t want a heart attack before I’m 30,” Sam said while he was doing some internet research as he ate. “So I did some more research on our mistress and Megan. Both of them dated the same kinds of guys. Older men, some married. Rich. All left them high and dry. Some of the women even tried therapy. I checked into mysterious deaths and the ones close to what we’re looking for started a few months ago. A total of 6 men before we got the bassinet guy.”
“That’s nine guys. So, we have any kind of connection?”
“Make that ten.”
“What are you looking at now?”
“Local police report. Seems late last night a guy was killed in his car,” Sam paused. “By lightning.”
“Merciful Zeus,” Dean replied.
“Exactly. Another strange death attributed to the mysterious Justice killer,” Sam said.
“So, who was the Don Juan this time around?”
“He wasn’t. Did a search on the guy, and he was a model citizen. Eric Winters, happily married, worked at a clinic here in town as a therapist. Helped a lot of people and couples, won a lot of awards.”
“Then why would this person go after him? He didn’t seem to fit the bill for needing Justice.”
“No clue. I suggest we go and investigate his practice and interview his wife. Find out for sure if he was the model husband and employee,” Sam said sipping his drink.
“Okay, I’ll check the practice, you meet up with the good doctor’s wife,” Dean said finishing his drink. “See if he was as good as he seemed.”
“Just be careful Dean. We don’t know who’s behind this yet and the last thing we need is to get killed by the wrath of Athena.”
“You too Sammy. And no using your Sith powers either.”
“Dean…”
“I’m serious Sam. I don’t want Castiel and his buddies killing you cause you can’t control yourself. I went to Hell to keep you alive, and I’m not going to let you make the sacrifice I made for nothing. Understand?”
Sam nodded.
“Now, first person to find something calls the other. Agreed,” Dean asked.
“Agreed.”
Winters Residence…
Dean knocked on the door, after a few minutes a woman opened the door. She looked like she had been crying.
“Hi. I’m Detective Young,” he shows her his fake badge. “I was wondering if I could talk to you about your husband? I know this is a bad time, but it’s important to an investigation I’ve been working on.”
She nodded and let him in. “I’m not sure how I can help.”
“Well, I’ve been investigating some serial murders around town lately. Mysterious deaths. That sort of thing. And I know what I’m about to ask you is at the worst time, but it’s important, so I need you to be honest with me.”
She nodded.
“Your husband…was he faithful?”
“How could you ask me that after my husband was killed just yesterday?!”
“I know…but some of the deaths have been under mysterious circumstances, all of them were boyfriends or husbands that were unfaithful. I’m just trying to see if its connected.”
“Well, I can assure you that its not. We might have our share of fights, but we had an honest relationship. He didn’t cheat on me.”
Dean was starting to run into a brick wall here.
Garrison/Winters Psychiatric Clinic…
After coaxing the secretary into talking to “reporter” Sam Perry, Sam found himself waiting for Dr. Garrison. She was an accomplished psychiatrist. Dean looked at her wall and it had pictures of all of her success stories. Happy couples and men and women.
Even had Mr. and Mrs. Carmichael up there.
“Mr. Perry. I’m Doctor Garrison,” she said holding out her hand. “Pleased to meet you. What paper did you say you were with?”
“Well, I’m actually from Lincoln University. This is for our paper, The Lincoln Letter.”
“You seem a bit old for a college student.”
“Well, I took some time off for a road trip after high school. Tried to earn money for school after so, I was a late starter. Currently I’m majoring in journalism, but my minor is in Psych. I heard about your clinic, so I thought I’d do a story on it.”
“Very nice of you. Have a seat,” she gestured to the seat in front of her desk. “What would you like to know?”
“First of all, what kind of clients do you usually have come here?”
“Oh, we serve all types. People with mental problems. People trying to get over their fears. And usually, we get a lot of married couples trying to fix their relationship.”
“Really? And what is your success rate,” Sam asked.
“We do fairly well. It’s a science, not an art. And it always depends on the person and what they’re willing to do to get better. If not, well, then I’ve done all I could do.”
Sam nodded and looked around the room and saw a painting on the wall. It was Athena.
Winters Residence…
“So, his partner at the clinic was putting the moves on him, but turned her down. And he was planning on quitting opening his own clinic. Is that right?”
She poured Dean some tea.
“Yeah, he also found out that she wanted to tear apart some of the marriages. At least the ones where the men were unfaithful. She hated men that cheated. I think she was cheated on by her ex-husband or something.”
That’s when a thought occurred to Dean.
“Well thank you ma’am. I have everything I need now. I’m sorry for your loss.”
He gave her a weak smile. “I’ll show myself out.”
Dean left her house and the second he fired up the Impala he called Sam on his cell. After a few rings, he picked up.
“Hello.”
“Sammy. Thank God. I think I know who’s behind this.”
“So do I.”
“Have you talked to Dr. Garrison yet?”
“I have.”
Sam was acting strange. “Sammy…you okay?”
“Okay as Thunderstruck.”
That was their code word.
“I’ll be right there.”
“See you in a few hours,” Sam said.
Dean hung up and zoomed down the highway.
Dr. Garrison hung up the phone for Sam. She had a gun pointed at him. “I don’t know how you know what I’m doing. But once your partner gets here, you’re both going to get some sweet justice.”
She goes to her desk, gun still pointed at Sam and pulls out of her desk drawer, the Justice Card.
“Don’t you just love Greek Justice? Its so…poetic.”