Celtic R. Singer Chapter 3

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Despite the lies that you’re making, your love is mine for the taking, my love is just waiting to turn you’re tears to roses!”

Skillet boomed through my car as I turned the corner of the street. Sam and Dean were back at the motel, turned out we were staying in the exact same one, getting some shut eye. It was my turn for patrol anyways.

Sam offered to go with me just for back up, but I could tell just by looking at him that he was about ten seconds from dropping, but I promised I’d call about 1.

I glanced down at the radio clock as “Whispers in the dark!”¬†started to take over the song.

1:15 am. I rolled my eyes and pulled out my phone as pulled up to a red light, I flicked it open, and looked for Sam’s number. I found it just as the light changed.

One ri-

“Cel, is everything okay over there?” He asked anxious.

I pulled the phone back from my ear to make sure I heard him right.

“Yeah, everything’s fine, Sammy.” I told him adding a little bitterness to the last part, “And tell me something, how do you know Bobby’s nick name for me?”

He paused a moment, “I don’t know, I just figured Cel is short for Celtic. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, it just took me back for a second.” I told him, “And what are you doing up so early anyways?”

“Waiting for you to call.” He said sadly.

I chuckled lightly on my end, “You don’t have to worry about me, Sam.” I assured him, “I’ve been doing this my entire life.”

“So have Dean and I.” He added.

I nodded, “You know I hate it when people tell me things I already know.”

“Sorry.” He said.

“Stop apologising.” I told him, “Look, Dean’s shift is starting about an hour, you want anything while I’m out?”

I heard him smile on the other end as I pulled into a convenience store, “A coke and lays original chips if you don’t mind.”

I smiled at him, “No trouble, see you later.”

“Yeah, you too.” He said and I hung up.

I jammed my phone into the pocket of my baggy, brown leather jacket along with my fists.

As I walked in I took notice to everyone who was around, the middle aged man at the cashier, two younger guys about my age by the magazine rack, and a small group of girls by the drinks. Other than that I didn’t see anyone, so I pulled my sunglasses off and made my way to the soft drinks.

“Excuse me.” I said and walked into the middle of the group of girls to open the door. I heard one of them scoff and rolled my eyes.

Another reached for my chain leading to my wallet, I dropped Sam’s coke, grabbed he wrist and turned her around so fast her head almost spun. I had the arm she was going to use to pick pocket me against her back, the other one was at her side and I was holding it hard.

“What are you trying to do?” I inquired leaning over shoulder.

“N-nothing.” She squeaked.

“Bull.” I said and pushed her as I let her go.

I grabbed a new coke, and a Dr. Pepper for myself. I hurried to grab lays, Doritos, and a hand full of chocolate bars so I could leave.

I dropped a twenty as the guy bagged it and didn’t look back, I knew it would’ve only come to about twelve something but I didn’t want to see those girls anymore.

But when I got back out to the parking lot, I saw the guys that were at the magazine rack at my car. I mentally scolded myself, I hadn’t even seen them leave.

I attempted to get in without but that didn’t even come close to happening.

“What do you think you were doing with my girl?” One of them asked.

I stared at him coldly, allowing my teal eyes to dig into him.

“Teaching her never to attempt to steal from a chick in a leather jacket.” I told him.

“And if I don’t want to let you go?” He asked stepping forward, his friend, who hadn’t said anything, reached into his pocket.

My instincts told me there wasn’t danger, but keeping my guard up would be good.

“I’ll make you.” I warned, as he stepped closer, his friend in toe.

“I warned you.” I told him and reached into my jacket pocket. His friend quickly pulled out a knife, I smirked evilly at him and pulled out a simple revolver.

The look on those two ‘tough’ guys’ faces were priceless.

“I’ll let you go with a warning.” I told them.

They took off, and I smiled to myself as I got back into my car.

After circling the streets a little more I headed back to the hotel to see Dean pulling out as I came back in.

I waved and he waved back sourly. I shrugged it off and grabbed the bag with food in it before heading into Sam’s room.

I knocked a couple of times and he let me in.

“Hey.” He smiled.

I smiled back, “Hey, found anything to connect the victims?” I asked as I sat the bag down on the table and dug around in it a little.

“Uh, nothing too big, but I think it’s enough.” He admitted.

“Talk.” I said and tossed him a can coke.

He smiled and took a quick sip as he pulled out his computer, “It turned out that all of them had been cheating on their spouse, be her a wife, girlfriend, fiance, what have you. And non of the women knew about the other until their funerals.”

I nodded as I bit into a snickers, “So all these guys are manwhores and dicks, what’s knew about that?” I asked

“I’m not too sure to be perfectly honest.” He told me, “But I know it has to have something to do with the legend.”

I nodded, “Okay, did you research far back enough to find out if any of them share a distant ancestor?” I asked.

He looked away, and then back at me, before sheepishly replying a quiet, “No.”

I grabbed my laptop and got comfy on one of the beds, “You wanna take the first half, and I’ll take the second?” I asked.

He nodded and we set out to work.

Sam’s pov.

It was about one pm or so when Dean came back from his rounds. He came in with two pizza’s in hand and almost slammed the door.

“Dean!” I whisper yelled at him to make him stop.

He did instantly and looked at me weird. I motioned over to his bed, where Celtic lied passed out with her computer next to her. He looked kinda like an angel instead of a rough and tough hunter like she was.

Dean slammed the door anyway. Second the door collided with the frame, Celtic was up with a gun in hand before she sighed and put it away.

Stretching out she said, “Hey, Dean. How was it?” She asked.

“Oh, good.” He said sarcastically, “Even better when I come back and you two are being nerds together, and the only girl I came across so far that’s rejected me, is asleep in my bed!”

She nodded politely, but her eyes were utterly board.

“To be honest, I think you got the better end of the deal.” She told him, “You’re bed is a hell of a lot more comfy then mine.”

Dean looked like he was about to yell at her, and maybe pull a gun. But instead he threw the pizza boxes down on the table and stomped into the bathroom.

Celtic and I locked eyes.

Normal pov.

“Is he mad at me?” I asked Sam when we locked eyes from across the room after Dean locked the bathroom door.

His eyes darted around before they found mine again.

“A little.”

I rolled my eyes, and picked up my computer moving over to the table with Sam.

“I found something interesting last night.” I told him opening a tab.

“What was that?” He asked looking over to my screen.

“Non of the victims had any blood in common,” I told him, “All of them grew up in different towns, had different home lives, were completely different people.”

“Other than cheating.” Sam added.

I nodded, “Other then cheating.” I added as I scrolled down the page, “But all of them had reservation, of the highest kind at this place.”

“Monro’s Marrow?” Sam questioned at he read.

I nodded, “It’s a male’s only club,” I told him, “And this place is sick. Any man that’s starting puberty is allowed in.”

“You’re kidding?” He asked.

“Wish I was, Sammy.” I told him.

“Please don’t call me that.” He asked.

“You aren’t opposed when you’re brother does it.” I said.

“Yeah, but he’s family.” He told me, “It’s different.”

I grinned at him, “Then don’t be callin’ me Cel.”

We shared a light laugh, and then got back into work.

“Essentially we need someone to go in, paying the prettiest of pennies to get a lap dance.” I said.

The bathroom door swung open and there stood, Dean in nothing but a towel with saving cream on half his face, smiling ear to ear.

“You had me at males only.” He said, “What do I gotta do?” He asked almost running forward to me.

“Put some cloths on for one.” I said and turned away, “After that we’ll talk strategy.”

 

Celtic R. Singer Chapter 2

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The room was full of bad music, smoke, drunks, and pretty women. This was where all of the victims were just before they ‘killed’ themselves. I had already interviewed the families and friends, they reported nothing unusual in any of them before they were killed.

I picked up my drink and held it to my lips as someone sat down next to me.

“You, uh, come here often?” He asked.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see brown hair and blue eyes. Another idiot who’s failing in his attempt to pick me up.

“Not anymore.” I replied.

“How come?” He asked.

“You’re here now.” I told him a smirk pulling on my lips to see a frown pulling at his features.

“Maybe we started off on the wrong foot.” He said, “I’m Dean.”

“And I’m non of your business.” I told him and got up.

“Oh come on don’t be like that.” He said, “You ever kissed an F.B.I. agent?”

I knew he was bluffing, “Why would I want to kiss one of my colleges?” I asked him.

His face fell, “You’re a Fed?”

I nodded and pulled out my badge to show him, as I placed a ten on the bar.

“I’m here investigating the recent spikes in suicide.” I told him.

“I like you’re tip.” The bar waitress said coming about to pick up my ten and my empty cup.

“I liked my waitress.” I told her.

She smiled and turned away.

I slid my leather jacket on and said, “It was nice talking to you Dean.”

“You too.” He said like he should be somewhere else.

I walked out with a smirk on my face. Another notch in my belt.

I sat in my car and opened up my laptop. I was going to stake the place out for a little while. I checked into the history of the bar, the employes, and that dean guy. But without his last name it was near impossible.

It was almost midnight when the place closed down. My sight showed me nothing out of the ordinary. There was nothing. No one rushing, no one taking too much of their time, no one acting odd, except for drunks stumbling out the door.

I sighed and turned on my car. I was going head back to my motel, but my growling stomach had other ideas for me. At midnight not restaurants were open. But thank goodness for convenience stores.

After grabbing three sandwiches, four bags of chips, two bottles of soda, and a handful of candy bars I was headed back to look over evidence.

Nothing was making sense right now. They were all either drained for hung, and there weren’t any teeth marks to suggest vampires, or sulphur to suggest ghosts. There wasn’t any demon activity around to suggest that, but I did leave one thing out.

I threw the bag of Doritos off of my laptop and started searching for witch rituals that needed blood, death, males, and cassava.

There was one, and it was coming up soon. This sabbath was going to be big, they needed 13 victims, and they already had ten.

Without hesitating I picked up my phone and called Bobby.

“Cel?” He asked like he just woke up, “What’s wrong?”

“Austen, Texas.” I told him, “Get your ass down here as soon as you can, Bobby. Witches are brewing something big, and I don’t think I can stop this myself.”

“What are we talking?” He asked fully awake now.

“A sabbath.” I told him, “One that isn’t friendly like Halloween, or the spring equinox.”

“What kind?” He asked.

“One that requires men between the ages of eighteen and twenty four, lots of death, lot’s of blood, and an edible root called cassava.” I told him, “I’ll fill you in completely on what I have when you get here.”

“I’ll be there soon as I can.” He told me, “Until then there are two hunters in town with you right now.” I raised an eyebrow, “They’re brother’s, names are Sam and Dean Winchester. I’ll call them and have them meet up with you, oh and Cel?”

“Yeah?”

“Be nice to them. They lost their ma too.”

I rolled my eyes, “I’ll try.” I told him, “See ya soon.”

“Bye.”

I hug up and decided that now would be a good time to get a little shut eye. It had been a long day.

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I was leaning on my Chevy waiting for these two outside a dinner. Bobby called me this morning and said they were going to meet me here at nine am. It was already ten and they were no where in sight. I sighed again and about to leave when I head someone yelling at someone else.

“This is your fault!”

“How is it my fault?”

“You took forever in your shower, and now we’re late! Bobby warned us about ticking her off.”

“Hey, if she get’s pissed at us I’ll put her in her place. No woman can tell me what to do- Sweet car!”

I looked over my shoulder at him and rolled my eyes, neither could see it because I was wearing my sunglasses.

“Thanks Dean.” I said and smirked, “You find another girl to bang last night?”

“You’re the other hunter that’s here?” He asked.

I nodded, “And I guess you are too. How you guys know Bobby anyway?”

“he was a good friend of our dad’s.” The tall one said.

“Okay if this idiot is Dean, that means you’re Sam right?” I asked and he nodded.

“And you are?” He asked politely, “A girl that’ll put you in your place if you think you can put me in mine.”

Sam chuckled lightly knowing I heard his brother’s comment. Dean on the other hand scowled at him and I.

“Name’s Celtic.” I told them, “Celtic Singer.”

“You’re Bobby’s girl?” Dean asked.

“Adopted anyway.” I told him.

“Must be a little confusing having a name like that.” Sam told me, “Celtic as in a celtic witch.”

“And then mine has the S sound instead of the K.” I nodded,”You don’t realize how much I got bullied just for that.”

“And now you’re saving their asses, it’s ironic.” Dean said.

“You guys hungry?” I asked, “Personally I’m starving.”

“Yeah, sorry.” Sam said.

We went in and got a booth at the very back of the restaurant. I sat on one side with my back to the wall, Sam and Dean were across from me with their backs to everyone else.

We ordered, and when the waitress left to put them in did we talk.

“A lot of food for a little girl don’t you think?” Dean teased about my order.

“High metabolism, and a big appetite.” I told him, “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Sam coughed and I turned my attention to him, “So do you have so far?”

I explained to them everything I had so far; from the draining to the lacerations, deaths posed as suicides, witches and the sabbath that’s right around the corner.

“That’s all I got so far.” I told them.

“Do you know what that sabbath is for?” Sam asked.

I nodded and pulled out my laptop, “I came across this while researching.” I turned it to show them, “I think this might be why they’re doing it.”

“This is a legend!” Dean argued.

“So are ghosts, and gnomes, and vampires, and werewolves, and witches. What’s your point?” I asked him.

“Avassac, Celtic goddess of the roots, once fell from her position when she fell in love with a mortal man. He promised her love and happiness, but in the end left her for his promised wife. This left Avassac pertrived-literally-and it’s said that only the blood of her true love can raise her back from her current form.”

“Avassac?” Dean asked.

“Cassava backwards.” I told him, and pulled the computer back seeing the waitress come with our order.

“Thank you.” I said as she set it all down.

“So what do you think we should do?” Sam asked me, “I mean this was your case, right?”

I smiled a little at him, boy was he sweet.

“I say we eat, keep on eye out for strange activity, take shifts patrolling the town for more murders, and when Bobby shows up, fill him in.” I told them, “What?” I snarled at Dean.

“That’s you’re master plan?” He barked back.

I rolled my eyes, “No, my master plan is to kill all the witches that are in attendance of the sabbath, and save the kid that’s this guy’s descendant.” I growled back, “But until that time comes, all of us have our hand tied, so we just need to stop any other sacrifices these bitches are gonna do.”

Dean shrunk back in his spot, and Sam looked at me amazed. I shrugged as I dug into my hash brown.

Celtic R. Singer

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I pulled up to the police station in my 57 candy red Chevy convertible. I had the top up so I looked professional. With my sunglasses still on I scanned over the area, nothing was unusual. I made my way up the steps and pulled open the glass door. As I walked up to the front desk I pulled off my sunglasses revealing chilling teal eyes.

“May I help you?” The officer behind the desk asked me.

I reached into my blazer pocket and pulled out my badge.

“I’m agent Mitchell,” I told him, “I’m here to see the sheriff.”

He nodded, “Please wait here a moment.”

I nodded as he left, I looked around the room. Nothing really out of the ordinary. Cops filling things, and doing paperwork, people coming with complaints. If only they knew.

“Agent Mitchell.” The sheriff came out and shook my hand.

“Hello sheriff.”

“Please, step into my office.” He led me to a small room in the back and closed the door behind me. In it was a desk and three chairs, one for him, and two on the other side of the desk for company, there were many trinkets and do dad’s on his desk and his shelves were lined with trophies.

“Please sit down.” He said as he went behind his desk, I sat down in the chair on the right and crossed my legs, “So what can I do for you?”

“I was wondering if you could tell me about the resent murders occurring¬†around here the past few weeks.” I started.

He chuckled a little bit as he leaned back into his chair, “I hardly see as this is any concern of the F.B.I.” He told me.

“We’d just like to look into this to make sure there was nothing this department couldn’t handle.” I assured.

“It wasn’t murder.” He told me leaning forward, “It was suicide.”

“Suicide?” I asked.

He nodded, “All of the victims were either drained of blood by cuts on their wrists or hung themselves.”

It was my turn to nod, “And all of these victims were male, as I understand?”

He nodded, “All between the ages of eighteen and twenty-four.”

I nodded, “Sheriff, it’s not too much trouble, would it be possible for me to see some of the bodies?”

He chuckled again, “Sure, I can take you down right now.”

I nodded, “Thank you.”

I pulled my long, curly, dirty blonde hair into a pony tail as the doctor pulled out the most recent victim.

He pulled back the white sheet, and instantly I had to cover my nose. I had sharper senses then most, hearing and smell were my highest developed.

“This one was a strange one.” The doctor told me, “Not only were there lacerations on the wrist,” Red and purple bruises covered both of his wrists, “And his neck,” The same marks were apparent there, “But what was really interesting was that he didn’t go the same way the rest of them did.”

“How did he die?” I asked.

“Well, I’m sure you already got a whiff of it, but that’d be oven cleaner, and cassava.”

“cassava?” I asked.

He nodded, “It was the bitter one of the two roots,” He told me.

“If not prepared right it could be poisonous.” I finished.

He nodded, “That’s right.”

“If this were suicide, then why does he have lacerations and all the others don’?” I asked.

The doctor shrugged, “He could have tried a few different ways to kill himself, and then decided on poison.”

“One more question.” He looked at me intently, “Poison is one of the most painful ways to die, so why would someone wishing to escape pain put himself through more of it just to die?”

He shrugged, “I couldn’t tell you that, detective. The only one that could would be the one on the table in front of you.”

I nodded, “If it’s alright I’d like a copy of all the other biopsies.”

I walked out met the sheriff right outside the door.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” He asked me.

I nodded, “A list of all the family members, co-workers, and friends you have on all the victims. Along with birth and family records, along with anything else you have on them.”

“I can have them ready for you at the station for when we get back.” He told me.

“Thank you, sheriff.” I said and shook his hand again.

I grabbed the reports and went straight to the station. After receiving about thirty pounds of paper from the secretary there I headed back to my motel room.

I unlocked the door carrying in, I don’t know how much and dumped that on the bed. I pulled my hair down and took off my blazer and blouse leaving me in only my black tank top and dark grey slacks. I picked up my cell phone and grabbed a phone book.

After ordering Pizza I set out to work.