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Chapter 3: Distraction

[[ Dean P.O.V. ]]

I somehow get myself back to my car, practically crawling the whole way there. I unlock the doors and climb into the backseat, laying down flat on my back. Once I lay down, thoughts begin to flood my head, thoughts that I don't want to think about. The alcohol forces my mind to go places that I hate going to. Flashbacks of Elena and I begin to playback in my mind and it's almost as if I can actually hear her sweet laugh. I stare at the ceiling of the car and tears rush to my eyes. No, no stop thinking about it and stop thinking about her. You did what was best for her. You did what you had to do to protect her. It begins to rain and large droplets hit the car loudly. I take a deep breath, deciding I'll just pass out here for a while. I'll drive somewhere else late tonight when I'm sober.

[[ Elena P.O.V. ]]

"This is one of the first times you've posed as an FBI Agent, isn't it?" Sam asks while he drives us to the first house. I nod, "Yup. But I promise I'm ready. I'm good at acting." I sarcastically wink. Sam just laughs at me, watching the road ahead. Sam's wearing a nice suit while I'm wearing a more leather jacket look.

You know, there's really two types of agents. The ones in the suits and the ones in the leather. I prefer the leather, personally.  "So, this is what we're gonna do.  As soon as we get there, I'll introduce us.  I'll ask the cops the questions and get all of the information from them while you search the house and check out the actual crime scene."  Sam explains, slowing down as we get closer to the house. I nod, "Got it." 

A few minutes later we arrive at the first house.  This is the home of the first victim.  We get out of the car and walk up into the lawn which is flooded with cops.  "Hi, I'm FBI Agent Samson and this here with me today is Agent Gilbert."  Sam says, introducing us.  I almost laugh but I successfully hold it back. The names Sam randomly comes up with in two seconds cracks me up. He chose to use my actual last name for me, though, which is surprising. We hold out our badges and the cop checks them just briefly. 

I smile with a quick nod.  "Nice to meet you both, you can call me Phil.  Do whatever you need to do.  Help yourself and holler if you need anything."  He says to Sam and I. He begins to walk away, but Sam stops him. "Actually, I'd like to ask you some questions.  What all do you know?"  Sam asks the cop.  As soon as this conversation starts, it's a signal for me to go check out the actual house. I walk away from them, making my way into the house slowly. When I get inside, I'm immediately welcomed by the disgusting smell of trash...and death.

God, this is disgusting. There's really only a few open places to step, everywhere else there's just disgusting old trash. I hold the back of my hand over my mouth and nose. There's about four or five cops in here just talking and checking things out also. Maybe I should ask them what they've found? It might save me some time. I slowly make my way over to them, stepping over mountains of garbage. "Excuse me, hi, I'm FBI Agent Gilbert." I offer my hand to shake hands with them, while still holding one hand over my mouth and nose. They do the same thing, trying to cover the smell. One at a time, they all shake my hand, introducing themselves. "Can you all tell me what you've found while looking around in here?" I ask.

"Yes mam', uh—we've hardly found anything actually. There's not much evidence except that this trash has been here for days and the body had been here for about three days. So that smell mixed with the garbage smell is why this place reeks so badly. We also found male clothes on the floor upstairs which is odd because the victim is female and she lived alone."  One of the cops explains.  I slowly nod, a look of thought plants across my face.  "I'm gonna go look around upstairs.  Thank you all!"  I say with a smile, walking away from them and to the stairs.

As I walk up the stairs, I continue to step over garbage and trash—it's so disgusting. I hold my breath, going up each step as fast as I can. Once I get to the second floor, the smell isn't as bad. "Whew." I say out loud.  I walk into the master bedroom and I notice there are clothes and food wrappers just thrown everywhere.  It's a mess.  This house is literally filth.  I look around, checking things carefully.  I really don't even want to touch anything so I try my best to kind of keep a good amount of distance.  After looking for a good ten minutes, I find nothing new.  The cops were right, there really isn't any evidence at all.  The master bedroom is at the front of the house upstairs, so the window in the room makes the entire front lawn visible. 

I let out a sigh, walking up to the window and looking out of it for a minute, watching as Sam continues to speak with a cop.  Maybe we'll find some things at the other houses.  I sit down in a chair that sits next to the window and I look at my surroundings.  What else is out of place in this room?  It's full of trash, but other than that everything is normal. 

I look over toward a bookshelf and something small on the floor catches my eye.  "What the hell?"  I say out loud, narrowing my brows in confusion.  I get up and walk over to it, picking it up and laying it in my hand.  It's literally a tooth; a tiny, extremely long, and pointy tooth.  What the hell is this?  This has to be something supernatural.  This doesn't look like a normal animal tooth of any kind I can think of and it's obviously not a human tooth.  I'll keep it with me and show it to Sam after we leave.  I take the tooth and quickly shove it into my pocket, leaving the room to go look somewhere else.

[[ Dean P.O.V./ "Sirens"  -by Fleurie ]]

A few hours have passed and my eyes shoot open, I wake up to the sound of loud, crackling thunder. I sit up, letting out a deep sigh. I rub my tired eyes with my fingers and shake my head, making sure I'm sober. I've got a pretty killer headache but I should be good enough to drive. At least good enough for me, I honestly don't care at this point. I climb up into the drivers seat and get my keys, turning the car on. I need something to do...a distraction. Getting drunk in a different bar every single night isn't good enough anymore. 

You know what, I can't think of a better time for a case. Before I got kicked out of the bar I was reading up on some stuff online that could be considered as a possible case in Westerly, Rhode Island.  I'm already in Connecticut, that location isn't too, too far away.  It's also late in the night.  I will definitely get there by morning.  I turn on the radio and "Sirens" by Fleurie begins to play.  I pull my phone out from my pocket and stare at the screen for a moment.  I haven't really checked my texts at all since everything that happened.  That's months...of messages.

I click on my text messages and look over all the unread texts and missed calls I have from tons of people.  I go back and start to scroll down my contacts.  I click on Elena's contact and just stare at it.  Part of me wants to call her so badly...just to hear her beautiful voice.  Her voice is always so comforting and sweet...I miss her so damn much.  But the other part of me tells me not to, just to leave it alone so she will move on with a safer life which doesn't include me. 

I stare at it for a few more seconds.  What should I do?  I stare at the picture I have of her set as her contact photo.  Not one girl will ever measure up to her...not one.  Ever. 

I shut my phone off.  No, why am I wasting my time?  I can't call her.  I throw my phone behind me into the backseat.  I shake my head one more time, waking myself up.  I look up at my rear view mirror, accidentally coming across my reflection.  I look like a mess; a drunken mess.  My hair is messy, my eyes are red and my skin is a pale color.  I've been drunk for days.  I've got to get it together for a little bit, at least.  I've got a case to do.