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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2008-05-13 02:01 pm
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One-a-Day: May 11th
Fandom: Supernatural/Heroes
Title: Death Omens (2/4)
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Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Elle Bishop, Sam Winchester, Audrey Hansen, Walters (OC)
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fic_variations Prompt: Heroes and Villains (#3)
Content Warning: Spoilers through 211: Powerless (Heroes).
Summary: Dean and Sam wait for any news on Elle, while Sam puts some things concerning the case together.
Author's Note: Follows Unfinished Business. It's not going to be horrendously long, but it is more than one part. Will crosspost when completed, and liked with all the side parts that have come/will come off of this.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Heroes or Supernautral. They're owned by NBC and the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
Part 1
Upon arriving at the hospital, they didn’t have to spin much of a story. A big gaping head wound tended to do that for you. The doctors and nurses were too worried about making sure that Elle survived rather than worrying about if the boys stories had holes in it. The cops however, when they were eventually called, were going to be the ones double and triple checking the stories, so they needed to come up with something, eventually. However, that could come later. Their main concern was Elle at the moment, and they sat in the waiting room, waiting for the doctor to come out with any news, Dean drumming out Metallica on the arm rests while Sam messed around on his computer. Dean didn’t know what he was looking for, but he could really care less at the moment.
“Hey, dude,” Sam said after a minute, before turning to his brother. “You said Elle said the name Sylar before she passed out, right?”
“Yeah?” Dean frowned, before turning back to him. “What about it?”
“It took some digging, but—” Sam turned the computer to face his brother, showing some information that he was pretty sure Sam wasn’t supposed to be able to access, but could anyway. “—turns out the FBI has been following a serial killer that they refer to as Sylar. Nothing on his real name, and they don’t really have much to go on, but—this guy is seriously messed up.”
“Seriously messed up how?” Dean frowned, before leaning in closer to look at the screen.
“Apparently he saws all of his victims’ skulls off, and then steals their brains,” Sam sighed, his eyes narrowing as he shook his head. “Apparently he’s killed a shit load of people, but the authorities could never get anything on him, no fingerprints, DNA, nothing.”
Dean studied the information for a minute, before shaking his head slowly and running a hand over his face. “Demons I get—”
“Tell me about it.”
“What are we gonna do about it?”
“I don’t know,” Sam replied. “I mean, if he comes after her again—”
“Yeah, well, I don’t think that’ll be happening,” Dean said with a sigh. “I say as soon as she’s better we throw her in the back of the Impala and haul ass out of here.”
“You wanna take her on the road with us?” Sam frowned, giving his brother a look. “You do remember she tried to—”
“I’m not saying we take her on the road with us permanently,” Dean replied, rolling his eyes. “I’m just saying we take her somewhere safe where this psycho brain eater can’t find her.”
“She probably has family or something, Dean—we don’t have to take care of her.”
“C’mon, Sam,” Dean replied, rolling his eyes. “You saw this guy. If he’s as psycho as they’re claiming he is, he’s gonna be pissed as hell that A, Elle got away and B, we pumped him full of rocksalt. She needs to hide. And no one hides better than we do.”
“Seriously, Dean?” Sam said, giving his brother a look. “We don’t need this kind of heat on our tail right now. If the FBI catches wind of the fact that we were there, on top of this Sylar guy? They’re gonna start making connections that we don’t want them to make. Elle might not be better by then.”
“Fine. If we need to bail, we bail, but I think I wanna stay put right now until then,” Dean grumbled, before slouching down in the chair slightly. “Besides, we still haven’t solved her case—what was Irish guy doing here?”
“I think he might have been a death omen,” Sam said slowly. “Someone who was looking for vengeance—a warning of some kind, maybe? I mean, we went back over that place last night, and there was no EMF at all—maybe he was just trying to warn her about Sylar.”
“Maybe,” Dean said with a shrug as the doctor came into the room, studying his clipboard for a moment before looking around the room.
“Jimmy Page and John Paul Jones?”
“That’s us,” Sam said, before closing his laptop and standing up with his brother.
“How is she, Doc?”
“She’s sustained very severe trauma to the front of her skull. She lost a lot of blood, and seems to have fallen into a comatose state.”
“Is she gonna wake up?” Sam asked, sliding his hands in his pockets.
“We don’t know yet. Due to the extent of the damage, it’s highly unlikely, but who knows really—stranger things have happened. Just wanted to let you know that the family’s been notified, and they should be here relatively shortly.”
“Thanks, but, uh—if you don’t mind we’ll stick around until they show. Just so she has someone there, ya know?” Dean said with a nod and a small smile.
“Right—and how did you say you knew Ms. Bishop again?”
“Just friends really,” Dean replied with a shrug. “We got to know her a bit and we’re just really worried about her.”
“Well, so long as visiting hours are in session, you’re welcome to stay,” the doctor nodded slowly, studying the two men carefully. “I’m sure the police will want to be around to talk to you eventually, after they’re done processing the scene. Guess it’ll be easy for them to track you down if you’re here.” He moved to the side slightly, and pointed down the hallway with his clipboard. “Room two-oh-three.”
“Thanks,” Sam nodded, before following his brother down the hallway towards the room.
Elle was stretched out on the bed in front of them, locked up to all kinds of monitors and machines keeping track of her life signs. There was the regular beep—beep—beep of the heart rate monitor, and with the gauze wrapped around the head wound and the tube sliding down her throat, she barely looked like the Elle they knew. Well—not to really say that they knew her all that well, but—she had more life than this. It was—unsettling really.
“I have a really bad feeling about this, Dean,” Sam replied, looking at his brother over the bed.
“I know, but what else are we supposed to do, Sam,” Dean replied. “We can’t just leave her here.”
“Yeah, Dean,” Sam sighed softly. “Yeah, I know.”
***
In the Los Angeles FBI office…
“Hansen!” The voice echoed across the room, and Special Agent Audrey Hansen looked up from her desk, to shoot her co-worker a confused look.
“What?”
Walters handed her a file, an angry scowl planted on his face. “Girl in Minnesota turns up in the local emergency room with half her skull sawed into. She’s now lying in a coma in the hospital out there.”
Hansen’s eyes went wide as she went over the file, looking back up at Walters as she started to move. “So they’re thinking it’s—”
“Sylar’s back,” Walters nodded as he followed her. “The sonuvabitch is back.”
Part 3
Title: Death Omens (2/4)
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Dean Winchester/Elle Bishop, Sam Winchester, Audrey Hansen, Walters (OC)
fic_variations Prompt: Heroes and Villains (#3)Content Warning: Spoilers through 211: Powerless (Heroes).
Summary: Dean and Sam wait for any news on Elle, while Sam puts some things concerning the case together.
Author's Note: Follows Unfinished Business. It's not going to be horrendously long, but it is more than one part. Will crosspost when completed, and liked with all the side parts that have come/will come off of this.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Heroes or Supernautral. They're owned by NBC and the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
Part 1
Upon arriving at the hospital, they didn’t have to spin much of a story. A big gaping head wound tended to do that for you. The doctors and nurses were too worried about making sure that Elle survived rather than worrying about if the boys stories had holes in it. The cops however, when they were eventually called, were going to be the ones double and triple checking the stories, so they needed to come up with something, eventually. However, that could come later. Their main concern was Elle at the moment, and they sat in the waiting room, waiting for the doctor to come out with any news, Dean drumming out Metallica on the arm rests while Sam messed around on his computer. Dean didn’t know what he was looking for, but he could really care less at the moment.
“Hey, dude,” Sam said after a minute, before turning to his brother. “You said Elle said the name Sylar before she passed out, right?”
“Yeah?” Dean frowned, before turning back to him. “What about it?”
“It took some digging, but—” Sam turned the computer to face his brother, showing some information that he was pretty sure Sam wasn’t supposed to be able to access, but could anyway. “—turns out the FBI has been following a serial killer that they refer to as Sylar. Nothing on his real name, and they don’t really have much to go on, but—this guy is seriously messed up.”
“Seriously messed up how?” Dean frowned, before leaning in closer to look at the screen.
“Apparently he saws all of his victims’ skulls off, and then steals their brains,” Sam sighed, his eyes narrowing as he shook his head. “Apparently he’s killed a shit load of people, but the authorities could never get anything on him, no fingerprints, DNA, nothing.”
Dean studied the information for a minute, before shaking his head slowly and running a hand over his face. “Demons I get—”
“Tell me about it.”
“What are we gonna do about it?”
“I don’t know,” Sam replied. “I mean, if he comes after her again—”
“Yeah, well, I don’t think that’ll be happening,” Dean said with a sigh. “I say as soon as she’s better we throw her in the back of the Impala and haul ass out of here.”
“You wanna take her on the road with us?” Sam frowned, giving his brother a look. “You do remember she tried to—”
“I’m not saying we take her on the road with us permanently,” Dean replied, rolling his eyes. “I’m just saying we take her somewhere safe where this psycho brain eater can’t find her.”
“She probably has family or something, Dean—we don’t have to take care of her.”
“C’mon, Sam,” Dean replied, rolling his eyes. “You saw this guy. If he’s as psycho as they’re claiming he is, he’s gonna be pissed as hell that A, Elle got away and B, we pumped him full of rocksalt. She needs to hide. And no one hides better than we do.”
“Seriously, Dean?” Sam said, giving his brother a look. “We don’t need this kind of heat on our tail right now. If the FBI catches wind of the fact that we were there, on top of this Sylar guy? They’re gonna start making connections that we don’t want them to make. Elle might not be better by then.”
“Fine. If we need to bail, we bail, but I think I wanna stay put right now until then,” Dean grumbled, before slouching down in the chair slightly. “Besides, we still haven’t solved her case—what was Irish guy doing here?”
“I think he might have been a death omen,” Sam said slowly. “Someone who was looking for vengeance—a warning of some kind, maybe? I mean, we went back over that place last night, and there was no EMF at all—maybe he was just trying to warn her about Sylar.”
“Maybe,” Dean said with a shrug as the doctor came into the room, studying his clipboard for a moment before looking around the room.
“Jimmy Page and John Paul Jones?”
“That’s us,” Sam said, before closing his laptop and standing up with his brother.
“How is she, Doc?”
“She’s sustained very severe trauma to the front of her skull. She lost a lot of blood, and seems to have fallen into a comatose state.”
“Is she gonna wake up?” Sam asked, sliding his hands in his pockets.
“We don’t know yet. Due to the extent of the damage, it’s highly unlikely, but who knows really—stranger things have happened. Just wanted to let you know that the family’s been notified, and they should be here relatively shortly.”
“Thanks, but, uh—if you don’t mind we’ll stick around until they show. Just so she has someone there, ya know?” Dean said with a nod and a small smile.
“Right—and how did you say you knew Ms. Bishop again?”
“Just friends really,” Dean replied with a shrug. “We got to know her a bit and we’re just really worried about her.”
“Well, so long as visiting hours are in session, you’re welcome to stay,” the doctor nodded slowly, studying the two men carefully. “I’m sure the police will want to be around to talk to you eventually, after they’re done processing the scene. Guess it’ll be easy for them to track you down if you’re here.” He moved to the side slightly, and pointed down the hallway with his clipboard. “Room two-oh-three.”
“Thanks,” Sam nodded, before following his brother down the hallway towards the room.
Elle was stretched out on the bed in front of them, locked up to all kinds of monitors and machines keeping track of her life signs. There was the regular beep—beep—beep of the heart rate monitor, and with the gauze wrapped around the head wound and the tube sliding down her throat, she barely looked like the Elle they knew. Well—not to really say that they knew her all that well, but—she had more life than this. It was—unsettling really.
“I have a really bad feeling about this, Dean,” Sam replied, looking at his brother over the bed.
“I know, but what else are we supposed to do, Sam,” Dean replied. “We can’t just leave her here.”
“Yeah, Dean,” Sam sighed softly. “Yeah, I know.”
***
In the Los Angeles FBI office…
“Hansen!” The voice echoed across the room, and Special Agent Audrey Hansen looked up from her desk, to shoot her co-worker a confused look.
“What?”
Walters handed her a file, an angry scowl planted on his face. “Girl in Minnesota turns up in the local emergency room with half her skull sawed into. She’s now lying in a coma in the hospital out there.”
Hansen’s eyes went wide as she went over the file, looking back up at Walters as she started to move. “So they’re thinking it’s—”
“Sylar’s back,” Walters nodded as he followed her. “The sonuvabitch is back.”
Part 3
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