Chapter 3: To the Reason Why Angels Fall
They were pulling up into the parking lot of the iStahar Fertility Clinic. The Clinic looked like someone's rich vacation home. Sam was impressed and Dean was, too. His brother slowed down driving as they had approach the clinic.
The clinic was situated close to the Wisconsin's University. They had driven down La Crosse St. and turned right on East Avenue N. They had passed Oak Grove Cemetery on the way. Sam saw Dean looking at it on their way over. He wondered if Dean was already looking for another job to tackle or was thinking, like he was, that it had some connection to the case they were working on. Sam hoped so.
It was easy to light a corpse on fire than trying to kill a demon.
The outer side walls and roof of the clinic were painted baby blue, but the front entrance was of pure glass. Gilded statues were posted at each side of the glass-paned doors. The entrance was large and wide enough to roll an elephant through.
From here, the golden tinted statues looked ominous and foreboding. Their sheer size alone was telling Sam that they probably, were taller than him and were worth more than his and his brother's life combined. His probably cost less than Dean. So, he added Blondie to the equations.
Sam felt a nervous twitch in his gut as they neared the building, looking for a parking spot. This was some serious money. The types of money that can make unwanted things go away or disappear. Sam wanted to go away or disappear, himself, but he couldn't for the sake of these women. Their deaths were calling to him and he was there to answer their call.
From the moment Bobby presented this case to them, more than five weeks ago. It was a surprise to see it was happening here, in lovely South Dakota and Wisconsin. They had a lucky break. Bobby was vigilant in keeping tabs of his home town.
They had been tracking the damn thing, but to no avail. Each time, they got, either close enough for it to give them the slip or to witness its aftermath. There weren't much warning and they still haven't figured out who or what was causing the murders.
They had already ticked off the main characters. It smelled of the yellow eyed demon MO, but he was gratefully dead. Lilith was dead, because Sam drank enough demon blood to kill the bitch. So, that had left Lucifer, but Sam hoped that Lucifer was too busy bringing on the apocalypse to do some child sacrificing. Castiel had left them to track Lucifer's next steps.
Bringing, Sam back to his initial question. Who is tempted to pull this off? It had to be someone or something that was either powerful or dumb enough to try something like this?
Another question that came to mind was from Dr. Lucius. Why would anyone want a test tube baby?
Sam thought it might be, because the killer knew the infants would be healthy and unblemished by diseases and other human deformities or ailments. It made sense.
Why waste your time getting a baby that might have human imperfections, when these women were carrying healthy bundles of joy? Who would want to take a risk going through all of this trouble; to gamble on picking up someone's freak-a-zooid?
Then in that case, this wasn't a case for them, but for the officials. There was no supernatural activity, because they don't discriminate much, like humans do. There will be no need for them to investigate. That is, if you didn't count the weirdness surrounding their deaths.
Not forgetting, the idea that someone was stealing infants. This left them with the biggest mystery of all.
What happened to the babies? Where did they go and who were taking them? And most of all, why?
Sam stepped out of the car and walked up the grand entrance of the clinic. There was not much cars parked out in the parking lot. Sam adjusted his tie and gave himself a once over in the gleaming reflection of the car.
It took a moment, for Sam to realize that on their trip over here that Dean hasn't said much to him. Within the last five hours or so, his talkative brother was quiet. He turned back to the car and peered over the black rooftop of the Impala to talk to Mr. Motor Mouth.
"Hey, Mr. M&M. Are you OK?" Sam looked at his brother.
Dean was looking tempting in his federal suit, while adjusting his tie. Even with a sour face, Sam wanted to kiss him and maybe do some other things to those pouty lips. Motor Mouth did know how to use his mouth on a cock.
Dean scowled at his teasing and pulled his jacket on. His green eyes trained on the blue building behind him.
"Look, why don't you head back to the city and look for a motel. Maybe do some research, while you wait? I can take it from here." Sam offered, watching his brother fixed himself.
"I know you saw, what's next door? A fricken University! Where, there's a University; there're students. Where there're students; there're always beers and girls! After, I'm done here. I'm so going next door to say 'Howdy' to the neighbors. So, don't stop me!" Dean winked.
Dean's refusal was expected. Do research? Not, Dean Winchester! Not when Dean could be scoping out the hot University girls next door and chug beer.
Sam watched as Dean buttoned up his coat jacket and continued to walk towards the glass doors and into the reception hall. Sam fallowed his brother and wanted to give his brother's ear a flick. Dean was annoying the heck out of him today.
