Reuniting The Weak [Dean]

Kesh was fiddling with the wiring while the boys still spoke in the street. Yes, her car was a crap pile. She'd lost the key for it so ended up having to hot wire it every time she wanted to drive somewhere, but she didn't mind all that much really. Hot wiring wasn't as hard as she'd first thought and she'd now become quite adept at it. Once the old Mustang was running over, she pulled out, glancing in the mirror to see Dean moving towards his car and she pulled out. She knew the town kinda well. Sort of. She knew were most of the motels were and the diners, etc. All the places she needed to know. She was kinda glad that tourist towns provided visitors with maps of hot spots and all that sort of thing.

She pulled up outside their motel and waited for them, tapping her fingers lightly on the steering wheel and pulling the wires apart so the engine went off. After about thirty seconds, she dived into the back seat of her car and started gathering all of her research up. It had been stacked in a neat pile on the seat but it didn't stay like that very long. It was strewn all over the car now. She dumped it all into a couple of plastic bags and climbed out of the car, waiting for the boys.

"Hurry up... It's cold," she muttered, staring up at the motel.

The wind picked up and it wasn't nice in the slightest. Kesh was shivering and wet through, to the extent where her shirt was almost see through but she wasn't really paying much attention because she was far too cold to care. She followed Sam and Dean through the parking lot and towards their room where Dean went straight for the bathroom and grabbed some towels, throwing one each to Sam and Kesh. She dropped her research onto the table and wiped the water off her face and gave her hair a quick dry before draping it around her shoulders, looking around the room, taking it in and her gaze snapped to Dean.

"It's all in those bags," she replied, pointing to them and looking between Sam and Dean. "Witness statements, coroner's reports, weather reports, local legends, police reports... All that kinda thing. Oh and a big map of the town. I circled where all the bodies were found over the years but I couldn't see any particular pattern."

She moved and sat down on one of the wooden chairs and yawned softly, pulling bits of paper out of the bags and looking them over.

"I think I've missed something somewhere though... I need to go to the police station tomorrow night and get a couple of records that I forgot to grab," she mumbled, looking over one of the police reports and holding the photo out for the Winchesters to see. "See? No marks or bites or anything... Just a bloodless body."

She watched Sam take the map and pin it up and analyse it, looking for the pattern that Kesh couldn't see and Dean looking through a tattered old book before stuffing it away out of sight again. She didn't get chance to ask what it was before Dean chipped in, asking whether she'd spoken to anyone.

"Well, I talked to a couple of locals. That was why I was in the bar, all the recent victims had been there in the week before they died," Kesh said, putting the police report she had hold of back on the table. "I didn't bother trying to get anything out of the police because they wouldn't tell a stranger without a badge anything. So I waited until they cleared out and made copies of as many reports as I could get my hands on. They don't even know I was there."

She looked over at Sam again and pointed to a blue circle.

"That's where the bar is... But the crime scenes are too randomly dispersed," she said. "I didn't get around to putting all the older ones on there though. I'll help you put them on if you want."

She stood up again and walked over to the map with a handful of papers and took the pen from Sam, circling various locations and as she finished, she handed the pen back to Sam and stood back, looking at the new circles. It didn't look like much of a pattern at all really.

"That's every murder dating back from about a hundred years ago," she said, putting the papers down and looking over at Dean. "Am I allowed to have like... an hour's sleep? My head feels all fuzzy."

Her voice had gone quieter and she clung onto the towel since it was her only source of warmth. All her other clothes were back in her own motel room and she had no jacket or anything with her. Not even in the car.

Kesh looked at all the IDs and frowned a little. She didn't have ID of any sort, not even with her real name on it. When Dean pulled out a couple of FBI badges, Kesh didn't even ask.

"I'm not going in right in the middle of the day, I'll get arrested," she said, shaking her head. "And don't try rubbing in the fact you'll pulling off something that's a Federal offence. fake FBI badges. That's a lot of jail time. If you're lucky."

She listened to them talking a little before watching Dean move over to the kitchen area to grab a couple of beers as Kesh moved over to one of the beds, curling up on it, pulling the covers over her and yawning quietly. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was asleep and she stayed that way for more than the hour she'd claimed she'd be asleep for. She was way more tired than she cared to admit. She was basically running on caffeine.

Kesh jolted awake and sat bolt upright, looking around the room.

"Did I miss anything?" she said quietly.

She blinked a few times trying to wake up a bit, listening to what Sam was saying although the way he was speaking, he seemed deep in concentration and frustrated at whatever was hidden within those circles. She pushed herself off the bed, shivering a little as she got out of the covers and wandered over to Sam, looking at the map.

"You see something me and Dean don't, huh?" she said softly, hugging herself and tilting her head. "It won't change if you stop staring at it for a few seconds."

She sighed softly and frowned at the idea of burgers.

"I like pie. But I don't like burgers. They're too... fatty and I was never allowed them when I was growing up and I just can't.. Ick," she mumbled and moved back over to the bed, wrpping herself up in the covers as she felt her shivering start up again. "It could be some kind of symbol there? Maybe something is inadvertently telling you what they are. Some creatures do that right? Leave patterns without realising it. Like werewolves go for people who hurt them when they're human... I read somewhere about a certain type of demon that leaves a symbol behind and it's usually in it's victims blood."

She pulled her knees up to her chest and stared at Sam.

"Please.. Take a break. I want to know what happened to you over the last year and a half. You were... horrible when I first met you. I showered and you looked at me like meat. But now, you're well... nice," she said softly as she patted the bed lightly in front of her.

Kesh looked at Sam and reached over, resting her hand lightly on his arm for a moment before pulling it back again rather quickly. She could tell that the past year or so had been crap for both of them and they looked a lot more stressed than she remembered.

"Well, I'm here to help now," she said. "I know what it's like to not remember stuff. When I get mad, I see red and just forget everything until I wake up the next morning. I know it's probably not the same. But I can sort of relate."

She looked down at her feet and didn't really know what else to say. But she half expected that the next time she opened her mouth would be the moment when Dean walked through the door. So, she kept quiet for a while. She liked being alone with Sam. Considering he was huge and would normally scare her, she felt safe around him.

"What's the scariest thing you've ever, ever fought?" she asked finally.

She listened intently to Sam as he spilled his beans to her and she felt a rush of sympathy towards him. She got the over-whelming urge to hug him and she moved forward ever so slightly to do so when Dean walked in, announcing the had food. Kesh flopped back and looked over at him dishearteningly. "I only want some pie... Burgers are disgusting," she mumbled, glancing over at the map and still seeing nothing in the circles.

She wrapped the covers tighter around her and looked up at the ceiling, thinking of things she could have said but she couldn't relate to anything Sam had said to her. She had no family to rely on, she only had herself and she would never know what it was like to be part of a family.

"I think we should forget about the case for tonight," she said softly, knowing she'd probably offend them or something. "It's not going anywhere. Well, not for at least another week so I think we can have a night off and get our heads straight tonight, right?"

She finally untangled herself from the sheets and moved over to the coffee maker in the kitchen and started to make some of the god sent liquid, not really fancying anymore alcohol.