Phone Calls (Casey's plot)

[Casey]

Casey hung up the pay phone just outside the Austin motel. He checked his watch. Five minutes would probably work.

Over the past three hours he’d been systematically calling contacts from the cell phones he’d found in the motel room. He started to rewind the cassette tape out of reflex when he caught himself. That had been the last call, and had got a mortified version of the recording. In spite of himself he pressed the rewind button again and pressed play when he reached the end of the tape.

"There isn't enough time for us to talk,” came the voice, from the speaker, “This is Dean Winchester. I'm calling you from a pay phone in Austin. You knew my father. My brother and I are in danger, plus anyone who has helped us along the way. We have to disappear for awhile. We may not appear for some time. I'm calling you to say that if we die in this war, then please don't try and look for us. We are going deep undercover and we needed one person to know. This is all I can tell you for now. If by a miracle, we shall see each other.”

It was a miracle, literally, that he’d managed to get his hands on the recording of Dean’s voice. The fact that it was crisp and clear enough to be mistaken for a human voice, even when altered, was just a Godsend. Casey tapped the side of his leg as he leaned against the car he had recently acquired. He felt like he was lying to these people and for that he felt guilty. What elevated some of that was the fact that the tape would do one of two things.

Either the contact would make like the Winchester and disappear or they would do the exact opposite of what Dean was telling them to do and try and hunt the hunters. He just had to sort out which ones where planning on doing which. Of course it helped to have hacked into the phones of the contacts before placing the calls.

Reaching though the open wind he pulled out his lap top, a not as resent purchase. He listened closely as the conversation between the last contact and his contact drew to a close and the call ended. Setting the lap top back in the car Casey rubbed the side of his face. This one didn’t need much thought, he wasn’t going to disappear like most of the others, he was going to look to the ends of the earth for the Winchesters. At least for a while, the hunter would probably wan in interest after a couple of months unless something kept his focus. Not everyman had the dedication of John Winchester and his sons.

What needed thought was what Casey was going to do next. He wondered if he should just let the contact chase after the “ghosts” until he ran out of steam and let it be that. Of course this hadn’t been the only associate of the brothers to be spurned into the search and it was foolish to think that by stopping now would end the involvement of other people. Casey had made that choice a long while ago.

The truth was he was desperate. He’d been searching for the brothers on his own for months and had only found the motel, their last known location. Casey had tried everything he knew to locate them and as humble as he was even he had to admit he knew of more ways to look for a missing person than almost anyone on the planet.

He looked up and sent a silent prayer to the Heavens, asking if he was doing right thing. The only response he received was the cold desert wind cutting though the night. Sighing he dialed the contacts number.

“Hello, Dean is that you?” Came a frantic voice.

"No, this isn't Dean,” He said calmly. “You can call me Casey. I know that Dean has called you, and I am willing to help in any way I can. I have the contacts necessary to send you help from other hunters, and from humans wishing to improve their skills. I hope you accept my help."

The hunter breathed for several moments before he began to tell Casey how he’d been pulled into the mystery. Casey just listened quietly as the man quickly told him what he already knew.

“Listen to me carefully,” He said firmly when the man had finished, “I want you to keep what you know to yourself. Only tell me and those I tell you are safe what has happened tonight. If the Winchesters are in danger as you have said the last thing we want to do is bring the attention of what they fear upon us. I doubt Dean would appreciate the distraction.”

“Do you know what is I they’re running from?”

Casey pinked the bridge of his nose, “No, but I intend to find it out. I’ll send you communications though other means from here on. Godspeed,” and hung up the phone.

He looked up into the night sky one last time before climbing into the car.

[Casey]

Casey sat in the passenger’s side of his car, feet up on the dash lap top by his side. He’d spent the night driving out of Austin and had just made it across the Texas border. The last thing he wanted was Jefferson’s eagerness to lead to a face to face. Actually meeting meant there would be a face for Jefferson could associate the voice with and he was already hesitant about being heard too much. Identifiers were dangerous, the fewer ties he had the better.

When he stopped for breakfast at a small town drive thru, he’d searched for all he could find on Aiden Wood. What he’d found was a series of tragedies that would be considered atypical a hunters past. As with most it started with death, in his case the death of his parents lead to his eventual adoption by a hunter named Malcolm. Casey had checked Malcolm’s number on the public records against a contact with a similar name in the Winchester’s phone. I matched one on Dean’s, and the number had gone straight to voice mail.

The fact that the Winchester’s had not had Aiden’s number was concerning, primarily because Aiden had not received “Dean’s” phone call. He crumbled up the wrapper left over from his breakfast and threw it out of the window into a trash can. Taking his feet down for the dash he moved into the driver’s seat and secured the computer. As he started the car he tried to figure out how to address his hunter problem.

Ultimately he decided direct was best. As he pulled on to the two lane highway he dialed the number he captured from Jefferson’s call the night before.

"Dammit Jeff,” was first thing out of the earpiece other than a dial tone, “I told you that I'll help your ass, so just leave me alone for all of a couple hou--"

"This isn't Jefferson, Aiden. My name is Casey." He said calmly to the hunter before he could officially start a tirade. "Assuming that Jefferson listened to me, I believe you've heard about the Winchesters. I was the one who informed Jefferson, and I need your help as well."

"Alright...Casey...who the hell are you?" He smiled to himself. Suspicion, he was glad Aiden had the state of mind to question him. It was promising.

"Someone like you,” He said as he turned onto the interstate, “and someone that needs to help the brothers. You were listed as a contact in Dean's phone,” a small lie, “so I presume you know them enough to know that they need help. When I say that they're missing, I mean that I cannot find them by any means."

"What's it matter if they're missing? They're always missing somewhere, and they turn up a few days later." Now his doubt was beginning to grow tiring.

"They've been gone longer than you may realize, Mr. Wood. And the matter is the apocalypse."

Perhaps apocalypse was too strong a word choice, at least for the moment. It did successfully cause Aiden a pause in thought.

"What do you need me to do? And what apocalypse?" He asked carefully.

“At the moment nothing, when Jefferson calls you again this morning though I suggest to tell him I have contacted you. Also I will be sending information through different means from here on out. Do you have any other questions before this conversation end?”

“Yeah, what do you mean by ‘different means’?”

“I will be contacting you through text messages and e-mails.”

“Wait you have my e-mail? How the Hell did your hands on it?”

Casey smiled, “I have my ways.”

As he hung up the phone he heard Aiden say, “No one knows my e-mail!”

He turned off the phone and slipped it into his front pocket. Hopefully that was the last of his verbal communication. One less tie.