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I was so shocked by everything he said, I sat there for a moment as he walked to the bar, my fork hovering halfway to my mouth, my pie almost forgotten. Almost. With a little shake, I blinked rapidly, then shoveled the last of my pie into my mouth (after all…pie). Someone who knew not only my name but also my parents. He seemed to know all about my whole family, in fact. How could I resist following him after an entrance like that? A million questions were teeming in my brain, but this was clearly not the place to ask them. I followed his example and went up to the bar to pay, still gaping at him, though trying hard not to be too obvious about it. I paid in a rush, leaving Matt a generous tip, then hustled out the door to try to catch up to this Damon who seemed to know so much about me. Somehow, though, he'd already vanished, as though I’d imagined him. "Son of a bitch,” I muttered as I stood on the sidewalk, looking this way and that. No sign of him at all. He hadn't been that far ahead of me. One more weird thing to add to the list. I walked to my car, puzzling over how he could have gotten away so fast. Only once I was behind the wheel and began googling the Salvatore Boarding Horse on my phone to get directions did it it hit me. He'd said I was three when my parents wanted him to meet the “next generation of Campbells.” But the guy couldn't have been as old as I am. How could he have known my dad when I was so young and not be pushing sixty? This Damon Salvatore was a lot more than he seemed if he knew about The Five, and he knew about our family tradition as Hunters. That was the tipping point for me. There was no way I wasn't going to pursue him now. Probably exactly what he was counting on. The way I saw it, there were only two possibilities. Either this guy was setting a trap for me, in which case he knew a whole lot more than seemed possible, or else he was telling me the truth, which also seemed impossible. I was hooked. I went back to the Mystic Falls Motel, grabbed my gear, and threw it in the car, then left a message for Sam on his voicemail as I drove across town to the Salvatore Boarding House. “Hey Sammy, I’ve got a lead. I’ll tell you about it later once I’ve got more information. You keep working the job from your angle, and we'll compare notes later. Call you tomorrow.” The words were on the tip of my tongue to tell him where I was going, but I figured I’d wait until I knew more about this Damon Salvatore. I had a feeling I’d be talking to him most of the night, and Sam had his own work to do. Besides, if this was going to be dangerous, I’d rather not drag my little brother into it too. Much as I know Sam can handle himself, I was sure he'd try to talk me out of going, and I was in far too deep to step away after everything Damon had said to me. It was a big place with a long drive, and the house was fairly secluded. As I parked, I sat behind the wheel for a second and stared at the building. The lights from inside looked cheery and inviting, but I’d been around enough not to let appearances fool me. “Dean,” I said to myself as I grabbed my bag and headed for the front door, "you are one dumb bastard. Please don't let this be a trap. Please don't let this be a trap.” ''Too late now,” I muttered in reply. “You wanted answers, dumbass. Hope it's worth it.” With a deep breath, I reached up a hand and knocked, then waited on the stoop, listening to the sounds of the owls and crickets in the surrounding woods. "Pretty sure this is how people in horror movies die.” ║#TheEnemyofMyEnemy @DepravedHero
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For months, Sammy and I had been traveling together, and it seemed like we’d been around each other just long enough to need a break. Much as I loved my brother, he and I were fighting a lot lately just from being cooped up together so long, so by the time we arrived in Mystic Falls, I had told him we needed to work on this job separately in order to get a little distance and perspective. And also so we wouldn’t end up punching one another in the face.
There had been reports of killings, bodies found in the woods, shredded to ribbons, and the description practically screamed something supernatural, though the local police were blaming wild animals for the attacks. Wild animals, my ass. This sounded like an out of control wendigo or werewolf to me.
Sammy would take the police, going undercover as a Fish and Wildlife officer while I would get to know the locals and see if I could get any first hand accounts of what was really going on.
It was a nice enough town, though the water here had a funny aftertaste I couldn’t quite name, and my dad’s journal mentioned the place, though there weren’t really any details beyond that. It wasn’t like him not to talk about what he’d encountered on a hunt, so I had to believe there was something more to that story. Clearly, this wasn’t the first time something supernatural had happened in this town, and I couldn’t help wondering what it was about this place that drew those dark forces. Was this series of killings part of a bigger cycle? A pattern that would help lead me to whatever was out there? Or was it something new?
Apparently, the local watering hole, Mystic Grill, was a big gathering place, and I figured that was as good a place as any to start my search. Sammy, I’m sure, would tell me I was just looking for a burger and pie, and he would be right, but you can find out a lot about what’s happening in a town like this from bartenders and servers. They tend to overhear a lot of people’s conversations without even trying, and that seemed to me the smartest way to approach the situation. With that in mind, I’d settled myself into a booth. From where I was sitting, I could listen in on the conversations at the bar and keep my eye on the door as well.
The server was a sandy-haired guy who seemed to know everyone who walked in the door, and I overheard someone call him Matt as he brought someone a basket of fries at another table. “What can I get you?” he had asked as he’d come to take my order. Friendly enough, but he seemed in a bit of a rush. Understandable since it seemed he was trying to manage the orders on his own and manage the bar as well.
“Cheeseburger and fries,” I said, giving him a bright smile, ordering a beer to go along with my food as well. “And pie. You do apple pie here?”
“Uh...yep. We sure do.”
He scribbled everything down, then reached to take my menu. I handed it over with a big innocuous grin.
“So...you see the news about those bodies found out on the edge of town? What do you think that is? Bear? Mountain lion?”
He gave me a startled look, then his eyes narrowed. “Yeah, I don’t know. I don’t really follow that stuff. Sorry.”
“Really? Huh. I came to town to do a little hunting and fishing, you know, but I hate to go out there if it’s dangerous.” I waved a hand dismissively, laughing a little. “Eh. Maybe it’s exaggerated. You know...the news likes to sensationalize things.”
He took a breath, and I sensed a tension in him that I didn’t understand, but it made me curious. “I...I dunno, man. Sorry. I gotta...I’ll bring you your stuff.”
And just like that, he shrugged, then turned and walked away.
“Well,” I said under my breath, “that’s not weird at all.”
Definitely something odd about this place, I decided. Whatever it was, Matt seemed to know something about it too, and it clearly scared him.
When he brought my food, I didn’t ask him anything else. No sense in making him any more nervous, and there would be time to come back to him once I’d learned more information. Instead, I ate my burger and fries and listened in as people talked, trying to blend in and not call any more attention to myself. Still watching Matt out of the corner of my eye,
I had just begun on the pie when a dark haired, good looking guy came over to my table, calling me by name. I paused with fork still poised midway to my mouth, staring up at him and searching his face with surprise.
As usual, I hadn’t been using my name anywhere, having signed into the motel we were staying in under the name “Mortimer Snerd,” so being called out by name was a shock, to say the least.
“Who’s asking? And where did you hear that name?”
I tilted my head, studying the man’s face warily. He didn’t look like a demon, but then demons never do at first.