Supernatural The Unholy Cause by Joe Schreiber

Author:Joe Schreiber
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Titan Books
Published: 2011-08-07T04:00:00+00:00

EIGHTEEN

The cruiser’s tires scraped to a halt in front of them and Sheriff Daniels sprang out of the car, handcuffs already in hand. The ferocity of her expression alone would have smelted steel.

“You two have no idea how much trouble you’re in,” she said. “You’re both—”

“Under arrest,” Dean finished. “Yeah, we get it.”

“Up against the car.” Jamming Sam forward, Daniels jerked his hands back and clapped the metal bracelets on his wrists, frisking him thoroughly. “Spread your legs.”

“Hey,” Dean said, “don’t forget me.”

Daniels stuffed Sam into the back seat of the cruiser. From the passenger seat, her big swag-bellied deputy—Jerry was the name that Dean fished out of his memory—stepped out, ready with the sap should things turn ugly. At first Dean thought the guy was going to be the one to frisk him, proving yet again that his bad luck was coming in streaks. But then the deputy saw the wreckage of the truck in the road ahead and kept walking.

“Hey, sheriff,” he shouted back. “You’re gonna want to check this out.”

“Hold on.” Daniels quickly cuffed Dean, and he felt her hands go over his body, patting him down roughly.

“Whoa,” Dean said. “Try a little tenderness, huh?”

“What’s this?” She yanked out Ruby’s demon-killing knife and examined it.

“I’m going to need that back.”

“I don’t think so.” She opened the back of the cruiser and shoved him in next to Sam, slamming the door behind them. It was cramped and smelled like some generic bleach-based disinfectant. With his hands cuffed behind him, Dean had to lean forward, bent over his knees. There were two door handles on the inside back doors, and the wire mesh separating them from the front was caged steel.

“Well, this sucks,” he observed.

Sam nodded and watched Sheriff Daniels walking up the road to join the deputy. Suddenly he heard Jerry’s voice.

“Holy crap!”

“Sounds like they found the meat-suits,” Dean said.

“Yup.”

“They’ll pin it all on us, y’know.”

“No doubt.”

They watched as Sheriff Daniels spun and headed back toward the cruiser, walking fast, almost running. She slid into the front seat and picked up her radio, keying the mic.

“This is Sheriff Daniels requesting immediate backup at a single-vehicle MVA on Highway 17, mile-marker 83. Multiple confirmed casualties, red-blanket, notify emergency services.”

The radio crackled and an ambulance dispatcher confirmed the request, echoing it back.

“I hope you two have good lawyers,” Daniels said, glaring at them in the rearview mirror. “You’re going to need them.”

“We have some people we can call,” Dean said.

The sheriff didn’t reply. As she turned the microphone around and put it back, her sleeve rose up slightly, and Dean noticed something he’d never seen before—a small symbolic tattoo spread over her right wrist. It was a ring of numbers, surrounded by a tiny ring of stars. Inside the smaller circle, two overlapping pentagrams formed an oddly asymmetrical design, like a kind of web.

He snapped a glance at Sam, who nodded back at him. He’d seen it, too.

“Nice ink,” Dean said.

Daniels stiffened. Without looking back, she tugged the shirt-cuff down again over the design, covering it up.

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