The Rise of Dawn - Dean Winchester

Chapter 11. Happy Heartbreak!

Pocatello, Idaho welcomed them with a chilly temperature which made Niamh reluctantly leave the warm car. Her present clothes needed to stay back and wait for better times and warmer weather and her thin wardrobe had to be changed to something warmer, as soon as possible. As she stepped out of the car with a creek of the handle, she wrapped her arms around her body to stabilize her body temperature.

Sam noticed her behavior and spoke, "You're cold? Again?"

"No one taught me how to dress in accordance with the weather," Niamh joked and shuddered when a cold breeze picked up and tossed her blazer into the air.

Sam walked closer to her and wrapped one of his freakishly long arms around her while quickly rubbing up and down her arm. Niamh only sent him a small smile of gratitude. Dean tried to ignore the exchange of words and actions between the two, but he felt the need to speak or do something. A feeling arose in him, the one he wasn't used to feeling; it burned more and more inside of him, making him put on a sour expression with his lips closed tightly. He slammed the driver's doors, trying to catch their attention without speaking to them. Sam and Niamh only exchanged strange looks at Dean's behavior and followed him to the police station.

They left the big parking lot, passing a few white pillars, different in size, connected with two lime green linoleum roofs, one above the other, as they walked towards the entrance. On the right side of the main doors there was a bench where a girl was sitting and anxiously tapping her foot on the ground, while others were exiting and entering the precinct.

Inside of the department was bright and clean, walls were colored white in contrast to the dark uniforms police officers were wearing. Phones were ringing, people talked, criminals were yelling; all of it was too much for Niamh to sensory comprehend. She adjusted her grey suit and walked with the Winchesters toward the information desk.

"Good day, FBI agents Coltrane, Rose and Mathers. We need to speak with the police officer assigned to the case where victims' hearts were ripped out," Dean said and showed the woman at the desk his badge, Niamh and Sam copied his action beside him.

"Right away, agents," the young lady responded with a shy smile as she looked Dean in the eyes. Niamh seeing that, rolled her eyes and turned her back to them while gazing over the precinct. "Detective Warren, FBI agents are here to see you about the case."

The trio thanked the lady and went up the stairs, down the hall and through the third doors on the left where they met with detective Warren. Detective Andrew Warren was a man in his early thirties, his towering size and compact body somewhat intimidated Niamh as her eyes travelled up and down his figure. He was leaning over his office chair, forearms resting over the recliner, making his toned arms stand out under the white button up shirt decorated with brown suspenders. Niamh notices his badge that was hanging around his neck, dangling over the chair. Her lips parted and eyes darkened at a feeling this man caused to belch inside of her.

"Hello agents." His gravelly voice enhanced Niamh's attraction even more and when his eyes met hers, all her body could do was sit in the chair in front of the man and seductively cross her legs. "What can I help you with?"

"We got a call about the murders happened over the last few weeks. People's hearts being ripped out of their chest," Sam engaged into the conversation with the agent.

"Not just ripped out, agent, sewed and put back in," the detective Warren said while furrowing his brows and showed them pictures from one of his pale-yellow folders. "What kind of a psychopath you must be to do something like that?"

Niamh examined the pictures Andrew gave them and she fixated her eyes over the hearts of the victims. They were stitched with something resembling another half of the heart, making it both look like a whole graphic heart. Her eyes widened at the sight, and she quickly handed the pictures over to Sam.