DeviantShifter

08 || Binary Coding

"You said it's a deviant homocide, right?" Hank asked Connor.

Connor analyzed. "Yes. It was recorded at 2:07 AM, which took place before Castiel's incident."

"Where was it located again?" Hank asked.

Connor looked around the apartment. "On the other side of the city," he said.

"There are two then. Who knows how many there could be," Hank said as he shook his head. He proceeded to clean up the blood. The android next to him stared and thought for a little before continuing to help.

This case just got a little more difficult.

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Third Person PoV
|| Connor, Hank, Sam, Dean, Cas

After making sure everything was cleaned up, the five started to make their way to the homicide. The city of Detroit was quiet, for it had been almost 3:00 AM. Cars and taxis still roamed, but nothing too noisy or very noticeable. Before they left, they had to get Castiel some new clothes. He was now dressed in a dress shirt and black pants to match Sam and Dean.

The homicide was a ways from where they were. The five knew nothing much about the homicide. Connor only reported that he had been given the case to notify Hank and the three FBI agents.

This gave Connor time to think. It was still hard for him to comprehend that all things supernatural roamed the world all this time. He was designed to hunt deviants. This is a shapeshifter case, but was flagged as a deviant one because the shifter used androids for their doings.

Would he and Hank continue hunting these shifters when Sam, Dean, and Castiel left? Or would the job be left to other people like them? What if no one could handle it themselves, and needed some backup?

The braking of the car reminded Connor that they had arrived to the crime scene. A two-story house with at least five cars accompanied outside.

"Damn," Dean mumbled as he stepped out of the car. They weren't the only ones there; there were at least seven police cars and three ambulances.

"You said this was a homicide, right Connor?" Hank asked, leading the group towards the building.

Connor nodded. "Yes, Lieutenant."

"It might've been a party," Sam whispered, acknowledging all the cars and flashing lights that illuminated the area outside.

"A shifter was here," Castiel told them. They had reached the door now and Hank opened it up. They all stared at what they'd seen.

Bodies: strewn all over the floor and around the room. Red blood was pooled on the floor and splattered on the walls.

"Holy shit," Hank murmured.

The five all entered the house together. They stood side by side and examined everything. Connor's LED flickered between red and yellow.

"Seven victims," Connor commented.

Sam sighed and ran his hand down his face and to his jaw. "Everyone spread out. Find as many clues as you can. This is a deviant homicide, right?"

"Damn right," Dean said. "This has gotten out of hand now. We need to finish the bastards," he said as he put his hand on the pistol in his pocket.

The five went in separate directions. Sam went upstairs, Dean headed towards the living room, Hank checked the bedrooms, Castiel checked outside, and Connor checked the kitchen area.

Since the front door opened into the area closeted to the living room, Dean didn't have to search for long. He kept his hand on the gun as he walked into the living room. There were other officers here, but most were comforting the families outside.