Chapter 11: Damsels in Distress

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The longer you were out and questioning the locals, the more things seemed to add up. People had their suspicions about Stephen. Some even accused him of being the cause of all the deaths around town. You had your own suspicions of him being the cause as well.

You had your evidence. There was definitely something up with Stephen. Not only did you notice his eyes in the camera, but even the people downtown were noticing something strange. Although, they say he wasn't always weird. It was something that recently started happening. So, your question was, who turned Stephen?

You moseyed through the town as the sun was beginning to set. A surge of panic ran through you. It had been a long time since you heard from the boys. As in, you hadn't. Maybe it was foolish to worry about them. After all, they didn't say they would check in with you at all. Besides, they were strong enough. You were sure they could hold their own.

But still...there was the nagging feeling that something wasn't right. It was about 4:30 at night. The brothers had been gone for over four hours, which seemed to be a long time for what they considered to be a simple ambush.

Your pace quickened with adrenaline as you made your way to Stephen's shop. The Impala was parked just a few stores down. Before investigating the store, you ran to Dean's baby, trying to find any sort of evidence that they were okay. However, you found nothing. The doors were locked, the trunk was locked, and they were nowhere in sight.

What were you expecting? That the boys were still staking out the store to determine Stephen's pattern? No such luck. If those idiots were smart, they would have watched his routine for this whole day and formulated a plan from there.

Your right hand slid under your khaki blazer and rested on the handle of the pistol that was tucked into the back of your slacks. Nervously, you opened the door to the shop and cringed at the loud jingling it made. Announcing your entry wasn't exactly the best thing when you were dealing with a monster. You pulled the gun out and kept it held tightly as you walked.

It was probably stupid to be charging into a possible rescue mission without anything to kill the Starship. The only thing you had on your side was the gun loaded with silver bullets, and, as Dean stated early, it wouldn't kill the monster. Your head shook with a small smile. What was it about the thrill of a hunt that made you dangerously brave? Or was it stupid?

When Stephen didn't show up immediately, you chose to snoop around to find any sort of clues. There had to be other monsters around if Stephen wasn't always a Starship. He had to be turned by someone.

You found yourself walking to the far back of the store where there was a wooden door bolted shut. Your fingers graced over the door and found themselves lifting the padlock. With nerves making your hands shake, you tugged a couple bobby pins from the bun in your hair and began picking the lock, occasionally checking over your shoulders.

It seemed odd that Stephen wasn't anywhere in sight. He had been so quick to help you the day before. Where had his fake hospitality gone? You were afraid that it was because he was busy taunting the boys.

Finally, the lock clicked open. With a deep and shaky breath, you creaked the door open ever so slowly. The sight before you was dark and hard to make out, but as your eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness you were able to see stairs leading down to a basement. Keeping your gun poised ahead of you, you started down the stairs that were showing signs of rot and decay. Your steps were slow and careful because you couldn't see much. If only you had brought a stupid flashlight with you...

The stench started to hit your nose only halfway in. There was definitely something dead down there. At the bottom of the steps and off to the left, you saw something in the darkness that had your heart in your throat. There were two figures sitting limply against the wall with their arms chained above them and feet shackled to the ground. One figure was taller than the other and you knew that it was Sam and Dean.

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