Whispering Melodies
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spn_summergenTitle: Whispering Melodies
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stars91
Recipient:nyxlily
Rating: PG-13 (mild language)
Author’s Notes: 1,587 words - Thanks goes tomoire2 and cornerofmadness for the beta! No copyright infringement intended! I used the prompt – "Dude, your devout followers are licking me again!".
Summary: A dozen missing children in a small Texas town gives Sam and Dean their next hunt.
Sam studied the information on his laptop again. As of yesterday afternoon, there were now a total of twelve children missing from the same town in east Texas. This wasn’t just any town either; it was Weser, Texas, named after the ship that first brought the Polish immigrants in that area to America in 1854. To the everyday Joe who read this article, the town’s name probably didn’t ring any alarm bells, but this was Sam Winchester and he was no everyday Joe.
"I think I have a job for us."
Dean Winchester looked up over the local newspaper he’d been scanning, locking eyes with his brother. "Yeah?"
"Weser, Texas," Sam answered with a pointed look. "Twelve missing children."
Dean laid the newspaper down on the scratched up diner table and grabbed the cooling cup of coffee that had sat untouched for the past half hour and took a sip. "Damn."
"I second your ‘damn’ and raise you a ‘son-of-a-bitch’," Sam returned as he closed his laptop and started stuffing it into his duffle bag.
"You think this is legit or some nut job trying to recreate?"
Sam shrugged. "Can’t be sure, but the article said that the local authorities couldn’t find any physical evidence. To quote the local Sheriff, ‘it’s like they just disappeared into thin air’."
Dean nodded his head knowingly. "Of course."
The brothers slid out of the booth they’d been occupying. Dean tossed a few dollars on the table to cover their coffees and tip before heading out to the parking lot and their black Impala.
* * * * *
"So what’d Barney Fife have to say?" Dean asked, nodding over his shoulder to the local uniformed officer that Sam had been speaking to.
"Not much. The only thing all of these disappearances seem to have in common is a small abandoned farm on the edge of town. A lot of the local kids apparently like to dare each other to go stand in the barn."
Dean raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment.
Sam turned to look at the Sheriff’s Deputy once more before he continued, "Barney said he’d even done it as a kid. It was just creepy and full of cats and who knows what other kinds of animals but there wasn’t any legend that went with it or anything. The townies didn’t think anything about it until the kids started to go missing."
"But now?"
Sam leaned against the side of their car. "Now they’re ready to burn it to the ground just to be sure."
Dean cocked his head and shrugged his shoulders. "Couldn’t hurt."
Sam pushed off the car and turned to open the passenger side door. "You know as well as I do that isn’t going to solve the problem."
* * * * *
"It’s like Garfield’s personal friggin hotel," Dean exclaimed as he waded through the dozens of cats that were pooling at his, but mostly Sam’s, legs as they investigated the old barn that the Sheriff’s Deputy had mentioned earlier that day.
"I don’t get it either. It should be rats," Sam said as he continued to scan the inside of the barn with his flashlight.
Dean flashed his light towards his brother. The majority of the cats were circling him like he was some kind of god, or that he had food, or he was the food. Maybe they were demonic cats, who the hell knew anymore. Not that Dean really thought the cats were demonic, more than likely they just sensed that his brother was the animal lover. He was always finding sick or stray animals as a kid, bringing them home and begging their dad to keep it for as long as they were in that particular town.
Dean pushed that thought back as the mention of rats entered his conscious train of thought. "Don’t say rats. I hate rats."
"Well, if we are dealing with the Pied Piper there should be rats in here not cats," Sam reminded his brother.
"Maybe it isn’t the Pied Piper, maybe it’s something else."
Sam gently kicked his leg out, hoping to suggest to some of his new friends that they should go stand somewhere else. "Come on, Dean, don’t you think that all these missing kids in ‘Weser’ are more than a coincidence? I mean, the town was named after the ship that the immigrants came to America on and that ship just ‘happened’ to be named after the Weser River, which just ‘happened’ to be the river that the Pied Piper drowned the rats and possibly the town’s children in."
"I know…" Dean grumbled as he bent down to check out what looked like a discarded shoe in between some bails of straw. He was becoming increasingly annoyed by the cats that were now licking his hands at every opportunity. "Would you do something with these things?"
Sam spun around to look at his brother. "What exactly do you want me to do?"
"I don’t know, call them off or something?"
Sam flashed his brother an annoyed look. "Sure, no problem Dean – ‘Leave him alone, go play somewhere else’," Sam said mockingly to the cats.
The Winchesters watched in stunned silence as the cats at Dean’s feet scurried away as if on command.
"Okay, now that was creepy," Dean said seriously.
"I….I…." Sam stuttered.
Dean held up a hand to stop his brother. "Let’s just get this done."
The rest of their search had been pretty uneventful and had turned up very limited clues as to what had happened to the missing children. They were just about ready to call it a night when something in the hayloft of the barn caught Dean’s eye. Silently signaling to his brother, he quickly climbed the wooden ladder that led to the upper loft. Sam waited patiently at the bottom of the ladder for his brother, bending down to pet a few of the cats that were still at his feet.
Suddenly, there was loud cursing from the loft startling Sam. He pocketed his flashlight and climbed the ladder as quickly as he could. When he finally had both feet securely on the wooden planks that made up the loft he dug his flashlight out once again and scanned the area for his brother. When the light caught Dean’s form, Sam was relieved.
"Dude, your devout followers are licking me again!"
Sam laughed as he watched Dean push away several cats that were licking his brother’s hands as he sifted through a busted bail of hay.
"They’re not my devout followers."
Dean stood up suddenly. "Oh, really?"
"Yeah, really."
"Say it, I dare you," Dean challenged.
Sam sighed, it was late and he wasn’t in the mood to play one of Dean’s games. "I’m not saying it."
"Say it!"
"Dude, I’m not saying it," Sam returned, the annoyance in his tone evident.
"I friggin’ double dog dare you! Now say it and get these damn cats away from me!"
Sam pursed his lips. "FINE!" Looking down at the cats he said, "Leave him alone, go play somewhere else."
Dean smiled as the cats scattered at his brother’s words. "You’re like the Cat Whisperer or something."
Sam glared at his brother, staying silent for a moment.
"Did you find anything?" Sam finally asked.
Dean threw something at his brother, Sam’s reflexes easily allowing him to catch it.
"A Rangers hat?"
Dean watched his steps carefully as he made his way over to where Sam was standing. "Yeah, youth size and it looks fairly new, couldn’t have been up here very long."
* * * * *
The Winchesters didn’t have to wait too long for the colorfully dressed music man to make another appearance. Since each of the twelve currently missing children had disappeared on consecutive nights, with only one exception, it was a pretty good bet they would be able to catch the supernatural creep the following night.
Dean and Sam had armed themselves with more rock salt than most small towns in Alaska use during an entire month – you could never have too much rock salt. Searching through their dad’s old journal, Sam had found an incantation to hold the portal open long enough for them to get the children out and another one to close it permanently but not before sending the weirdo flute player back to where ever he came from.
The Winchesters watched with satisfied smiles as each child was reunited with their parents. The twelve kids were basically unharmed, except for a few scratches and scrapes from being dragged through the barn and up to the hayloft where the Pied Piper of Hameln had managed the portal from one Weser to another. It never ceased to amaze Dean and Sam how as little as a common name could forge such a link for the supernatural.
Dean turned and opened the driver’s side door of the car, ready to slide in behind the wheel. "What the…."
Sam hurriedly opened the passenger side door to see what the problem was. He couldn’t help but smile. Curled up asleep in Dean’s favorite leather jacket that his brother had left in the car earlier that evening were two tiny kittens.
Dean looked across the interior of the car at his brother. "Dude …."
Sam shrugged his shoulders and gave his older brother a wide smile. "No idea."
"Sam."
"Aren’t they cute," Sam commented, ignoring his brother as he climbed into the car and pulled the jacket across the seat to him.
"Sammy!"
The End!
Author:
stars91Recipient:
nyxlilyRating: PG-13 (mild language)
Author’s Notes: 1,587 words - Thanks goes to
moire2 and cornerofmadness for the beta! No copyright infringement intended! I used the prompt – "Dude, your devout followers are licking me again!".Summary: A dozen missing children in a small Texas town gives Sam and Dean their next hunt.
Sam studied the information on his laptop again. As of yesterday afternoon, there were now a total of twelve children missing from the same town in east Texas. This wasn’t just any town either; it was Weser, Texas, named after the ship that first brought the Polish immigrants in that area to America in 1854. To the everyday Joe who read this article, the town’s name probably didn’t ring any alarm bells, but this was Sam Winchester and he was no everyday Joe.
"I think I have a job for us."
Dean Winchester looked up over the local newspaper he’d been scanning, locking eyes with his brother. "Yeah?"
"Weser, Texas," Sam answered with a pointed look. "Twelve missing children."
Dean laid the newspaper down on the scratched up diner table and grabbed the cooling cup of coffee that had sat untouched for the past half hour and took a sip. "Damn."
"I second your ‘damn’ and raise you a ‘son-of-a-bitch’," Sam returned as he closed his laptop and started stuffing it into his duffle bag.
"You think this is legit or some nut job trying to recreate?"
Sam shrugged. "Can’t be sure, but the article said that the local authorities couldn’t find any physical evidence. To quote the local Sheriff, ‘it’s like they just disappeared into thin air’."
Dean nodded his head knowingly. "Of course."
The brothers slid out of the booth they’d been occupying. Dean tossed a few dollars on the table to cover their coffees and tip before heading out to the parking lot and their black Impala.
* * * * *
"So what’d Barney Fife have to say?" Dean asked, nodding over his shoulder to the local uniformed officer that Sam had been speaking to.
"Not much. The only thing all of these disappearances seem to have in common is a small abandoned farm on the edge of town. A lot of the local kids apparently like to dare each other to go stand in the barn."
Dean raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment.
Sam turned to look at the Sheriff’s Deputy once more before he continued, "Barney said he’d even done it as a kid. It was just creepy and full of cats and who knows what other kinds of animals but there wasn’t any legend that went with it or anything. The townies didn’t think anything about it until the kids started to go missing."
"But now?"
Sam leaned against the side of their car. "Now they’re ready to burn it to the ground just to be sure."
Dean cocked his head and shrugged his shoulders. "Couldn’t hurt."
Sam pushed off the car and turned to open the passenger side door. "You know as well as I do that isn’t going to solve the problem."
* * * * *
"It’s like Garfield’s personal friggin hotel," Dean exclaimed as he waded through the dozens of cats that were pooling at his, but mostly Sam’s, legs as they investigated the old barn that the Sheriff’s Deputy had mentioned earlier that day.
"I don’t get it either. It should be rats," Sam said as he continued to scan the inside of the barn with his flashlight.
Dean flashed his light towards his brother. The majority of the cats were circling him like he was some kind of god, or that he had food, or he was the food. Maybe they were demonic cats, who the hell knew anymore. Not that Dean really thought the cats were demonic, more than likely they just sensed that his brother was the animal lover. He was always finding sick or stray animals as a kid, bringing them home and begging their dad to keep it for as long as they were in that particular town.
Dean pushed that thought back as the mention of rats entered his conscious train of thought. "Don’t say rats. I hate rats."
"Well, if we are dealing with the Pied Piper there should be rats in here not cats," Sam reminded his brother.
"Maybe it isn’t the Pied Piper, maybe it’s something else."
Sam gently kicked his leg out, hoping to suggest to some of his new friends that they should go stand somewhere else. "Come on, Dean, don’t you think that all these missing kids in ‘Weser’ are more than a coincidence? I mean, the town was named after the ship that the immigrants came to America on and that ship just ‘happened’ to be named after the Weser River, which just ‘happened’ to be the river that the Pied Piper drowned the rats and possibly the town’s children in."
"I know…" Dean grumbled as he bent down to check out what looked like a discarded shoe in between some bails of straw. He was becoming increasingly annoyed by the cats that were now licking his hands at every opportunity. "Would you do something with these things?"
Sam spun around to look at his brother. "What exactly do you want me to do?"
"I don’t know, call them off or something?"
Sam flashed his brother an annoyed look. "Sure, no problem Dean – ‘Leave him alone, go play somewhere else’," Sam said mockingly to the cats.
The Winchesters watched in stunned silence as the cats at Dean’s feet scurried away as if on command.
"Okay, now that was creepy," Dean said seriously.
"I….I…." Sam stuttered.
Dean held up a hand to stop his brother. "Let’s just get this done."
The rest of their search had been pretty uneventful and had turned up very limited clues as to what had happened to the missing children. They were just about ready to call it a night when something in the hayloft of the barn caught Dean’s eye. Silently signaling to his brother, he quickly climbed the wooden ladder that led to the upper loft. Sam waited patiently at the bottom of the ladder for his brother, bending down to pet a few of the cats that were still at his feet.
Suddenly, there was loud cursing from the loft startling Sam. He pocketed his flashlight and climbed the ladder as quickly as he could. When he finally had both feet securely on the wooden planks that made up the loft he dug his flashlight out once again and scanned the area for his brother. When the light caught Dean’s form, Sam was relieved.
"Dude, your devout followers are licking me again!"
Sam laughed as he watched Dean push away several cats that were licking his brother’s hands as he sifted through a busted bail of hay.
"They’re not my devout followers."
Dean stood up suddenly. "Oh, really?"
"Yeah, really."
"Say it, I dare you," Dean challenged.
Sam sighed, it was late and he wasn’t in the mood to play one of Dean’s games. "I’m not saying it."
"Say it!"
"Dude, I’m not saying it," Sam returned, the annoyance in his tone evident.
"I friggin’ double dog dare you! Now say it and get these damn cats away from me!"
Sam pursed his lips. "FINE!" Looking down at the cats he said, "Leave him alone, go play somewhere else."
Dean smiled as the cats scattered at his brother’s words. "You’re like the Cat Whisperer or something."
Sam glared at his brother, staying silent for a moment.
"Did you find anything?" Sam finally asked.
Dean threw something at his brother, Sam’s reflexes easily allowing him to catch it.
"A Rangers hat?"
Dean watched his steps carefully as he made his way over to where Sam was standing. "Yeah, youth size and it looks fairly new, couldn’t have been up here very long."
* * * * *
The Winchesters didn’t have to wait too long for the colorfully dressed music man to make another appearance. Since each of the twelve currently missing children had disappeared on consecutive nights, with only one exception, it was a pretty good bet they would be able to catch the supernatural creep the following night.
Dean and Sam had armed themselves with more rock salt than most small towns in Alaska use during an entire month – you could never have too much rock salt. Searching through their dad’s old journal, Sam had found an incantation to hold the portal open long enough for them to get the children out and another one to close it permanently but not before sending the weirdo flute player back to where ever he came from.
The Winchesters watched with satisfied smiles as each child was reunited with their parents. The twelve kids were basically unharmed, except for a few scratches and scrapes from being dragged through the barn and up to the hayloft where the Pied Piper of Hameln had managed the portal from one Weser to another. It never ceased to amaze Dean and Sam how as little as a common name could forge such a link for the supernatural.
Dean turned and opened the driver’s side door of the car, ready to slide in behind the wheel. "What the…."
Sam hurriedly opened the passenger side door to see what the problem was. He couldn’t help but smile. Curled up asleep in Dean’s favorite leather jacket that his brother had left in the car earlier that evening were two tiny kittens.
Dean looked across the interior of the car at his brother. "Dude …."
Sam shrugged his shoulders and gave his older brother a wide smile. "No idea."
"Sam."
"Aren’t they cute," Sam commented, ignoring his brother as he climbed into the car and pulled the jacket across the seat to him.
"Sammy!"
The End!
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