Healed {Dean Winchester 7}

Chapter 37

Repo Man

I sighed when Dean placed Ruby's knife to Jeffery's throat and Sam tossed holy water on him. 

Not a demon.

"Jeffery. Hey, okay. Look, it's okay," Sam said when Dean stepped back.

"Sorry, we just had to make sure." Dean tucked the knife into his belt.

"Make sure of what?" Jeffery asked. "That I peed my pants today?" A small white dog whimpered at his side. "Aw, you scared my dog." He scooped the animal into his arms.

"We did not want to do that," Sam assured him.

"Listen, Jeff. We, uh, we gotta talk," Dean stated. 

"Preferably not in an alley," I added.

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"Well, this is, uh..." Dean began as he sat down on the couch in the small, dingy apartment of Jeffery's.

"Dean Winchester," I hissed, jabbing him in the ribs as I sat on the arm of the couch next to him.

"I know what it is," Jeffery said, sitting down on the other end of the couch with the dog between him and Dean.

Sam took the random chair that sat by a desk on the wall next to us. "Look, I know it must've been, um, hard," he began.

"What do you guys want from me?" Jeffery asked. 

Dean slipped an arm around my back, hand resting on my hip. "Well, uh, we're pretty sure the demon that possessed you is back."

"What? What do you mean? You exorcised him, right?" Jeffery stood, breathing heavy. "He's supposed to be in hell."

"Jeffery, look, please, just calm down. Just have a seat, please," Sam replied. 

"I don't understand." Jeffery did as he was asked.

I sighed. "Three more women were murdered over the past two weeks."

"Right, same vic profiles, same forensics, crime scene dusted with sulfur," Dean listed. "We gotta assume it was him."

"But we're here now, okay?" Sam added. "If he comes after you, we'll nail him, just like we did last time."

"What was her name?" Jeffery asked.

"What?" Dean replied.

"The last one he killed."

"Uh...Anna...?" Dean said, glancing up at me.

"Right. Anna Paxton." I nodded.

"Marjorie Willis," Jeffery named. "She's the next one on the list."

"The list? What list?" Sam asked. 

"The demon used to recite it all the time. Like a grocery list. He burned it in my head, the names of all the women he was going to kill."

"He already has his victims chosen?"

"And put in a line, in an order."

"But why?" Dean asked. "Demons aren't usually into the obsessive serial killer crap. You know, they're more of just all around evil. Why would he do this?"

"Who knows?" I replied. 

"He said it was his job," Jeffery explained. 

There was a knock on the door, and Jeffery gestured for us to be quiet before standing and moving to open it.

A man stood there, peering at us quizzically. "Jeffery, did your guests sign in?"

"I'm really sorry, Alan. They're friends of mine from my days back at the post office," Jeffery told him.