Chapter 1.
HOME
Rebecca was listening to the conversation of newcomers and Missouri for quite a while, being crouched near the staircase, both of her hands o the ground, feeling out some shakings that would indicate that somebody was coming her way.
"We believe…that there might be something in the house right now." one of the males said almost diplomatically, Rebecca noted, as she guided her brown hair behind her ear. Missouri was quiet for a while.
"You mean that there might be something in your old house?" she was trying to make sure.
"Yes."
"Then that is not just a possibility, there really IS something in there. There is another group of hunters now in Lawrence, and you see, one entered the house, but never came back." the room was quiet for a while, and Rebecca had to calm down so she would not cry. Sam was going to be okay, she had to be. She would feel it if she wouldn't.
"Becky, sweetheart, would you please come and join us and tell what happened to out Sammy?"
Everything was dark, she noted to herself for the thousandth time, as she tried to keep her sanity. She could still fell him. She could feel them fight a lot, and she could not escape. She realized where she was- the ghost trapped her in one of the walls and she was unable to get out of there. He kept her alive for a reason. Once he's done with the poor girl and her children, he would be strong enough to devour her and the power she possessed. Sam took a deep breath. She had to endure. Becky will save her, for sure.
"So, it was three days ago?" Sam asked, tyring to make sure he heard right. Rebecca nodded, her hands clenching into fists, as she looked out of the window. Sam took the opportunity to lean over to Dean.
"You know what that means, right?" he whispered.
"Yeah. People named Sam loved to have a freaky party together three days ago." Dean answered, watching Rebecca intently. Sam Glared at him, but Dean seemed not to take any notice of it.
"What's going on in that head of yours?" Sam asked him, as Rebecca excused herself and ran to the bathroom.
"I think I know her from somewhere." Dean said. Sam groaned.
"God, don't tell me you slept with her in your long past!"
"Idiot, I would deffinetly remember that!"
"Boys, please stop!" Missouri interrupted them, rolling her eyes.
"Thos two girls helped me a lot in the past, and to see one of them in such pain and distress…just hearing her thoughts would make me want to cut my wrists…" Missouri trailed off, her eyes widening. It dawned on Sam and Dean as well, and they were off the couch in a flash, Missouri trailing clumsily behind them.
Dean first rattled the doorknob wildly, before realizing the door was lcoked.
"Becca, step away from the door!" he bellowed, kicking the door down.
Rebecca was cupping water in her palms, bent over the sing, looking at the three intruders with a confused look.
"What…the…hell?" she asked, one side of her mouth twitching upwards. This was absurd.
"Ah…well…um…" Dean and Sam stuttered, looking for the right words.
"Girl, don't send these depressive vibe around my house!" Missouri told Rebecca, panting loudly.
"Oh!" Rebecca laughed.
"Sorry. It just reminded me of how you always lectured Sam on her depressive thoughts." Missouri chuckled.
"Oh yeah. That girl would smile and laugh, even if her mind broke up into tiny pieces."
"If Sam's mind would break, I'm sure we would hear a lot of noise with all that crap she carries around."
"A lot of noise…" Sam muttered quietly, as he looked at Dean.
"It might be a poltergeist." Dean frowned.
"I hope not." he shrugged.
"'Cos I don't have the mood for a fucking poltergeist."
"It has to be a pretty nasty one, I believe." Missouri said, as she led them back to the living room, Rebecca going up to the room in Missouri's house.
"I think I might help. Those poor people there…and poor Sammy, they have to be saved."
"Oh, don't pity her now; at least she'll learn not to go on a job without me." Rebecca said from the staircase, loading her shotgun.
Sam was listening intently inside the walls for any sounds. She has not heard any out of the normal. The screams of the small girl seeing something in the closet, the excited shouts of the small boy, begging for juice and the woman's concerned voice each time Sam moved in the space between walls. The pressure of the ghost was growing bigger and bigger, and Sam was sure she would not hold on any longer. Either the ghost will kill them all, or Sam will go mad.
"Alright everybody. We will have all the floors split up and we will place the cleansing bags in each corner of the house." Missouri handed the cotton bags to the three hunters. Sam took the second floor, Missouri went down to the basement and Dean and Rebecca stayed on the first floor.
"Now remember," Missouri said before they departed.
"The ghost will see what we want to do sooner or later, and once he does, things will turn nasty. We better end this quick and find Sam. She could be anywhere, so keep an eye for her as well." All three hunters nodded, and they split up.
It has begun.
Sam found a small crack in the wall, from where she watched the bedroom she was in. How could she get out? She could make the hole bigger and bigger, until she could crawl out, but she was sure that the poltergeist had the walls fortified for her not to leave.
The house shook. Something was happening.
The walls seemed to fade a little bit, and Sam saw more clearly a tall, young man that just walked in. His brown, shaggy hair was falling into his deep brown eyes. In his hands, he was holding a hammer and a small cotton bag. They were trying to banish the ghost out of the house, Sam realized, as the man came near one of the walls where she was trapped. He knocked on it to find a dull spot, before he wanted to break a hole in it and place the bag there. He did not notice the wire from a lamp unplugged and inched closer to the male. He will sure not notice it in time, and it will kill him.
Sam started banging on the walls from the inside and screaming loudly.
The male did not heed anything, but he started working faster. He knew that something was happening, but he didn't know exactly what.
Sam won't save him in time.
"I still don't get it why you're here and not with Missouri." Dean grumbled, as he and Rebecca entered the kitchen.
"Missouri can take care of herself." Rebecca answered. That made Dean stop abruptly and turn to face her.
"Are you implying something, Becky?" Rebecca only grinned, while he sighed. Mumbling something under his breath, he turned back to the kitchen counter.
"You look out for some floating things trying to kill us."
"Aye, aye, sir." she rolled her eyes and started searching the drawers, out of sheer boredom.
"So, how did you and Sam get together?" Dean asked, cutting a hole in the wall with the axe he was holding.
"We go waay back…we're best friends since we were 15. As teens, we were interested in things like this…and it angered somebody." Rebecca said simply, but it explained everything.
"Oh. How many people?" Dean asked, as he was weighing the packet in his hand.
"My dad, Sam's mom and our siblings and best friend."
"I'm sorry." Dean apologized, looking at her. There was something in that look, but Rebecca didn't know what. But she was sure as hell that it made her feel nice.
"You don't have to be. It's been a long time ago. It made us strong and we started hunting those bastards, looking for the one that did it." Rebecca laughed as she turned her back to the drawers. Dean grinned, as he threw the bag in the crack. He leaned against the counter.
"I remember our first ghost. Oh my god, we were so bad! I got scared by the ghost and ran away, while Sam shot herself in the foot. I think the ghost left only because he felt sorry for us." Dean laughed, but he noticed the drawer right behind her was opening. The one with silverware.
"Behind you!" he interrupted her, grabbing her arms. Rebecca turned abruptly to be struck by the blade.
Sam realized her prison was weakened every time somebody threw the cleansing bag in the corner of the house. The male slipped the bag inside, and the wall faded almost completely.
Duck!" she screamed, as she broke through the wall and her hands grabbed for the wire. It wrapped around her wrists, binding them together tight.
Hey, her wrists still better than his neck.
The male looked at her, as he tried to help her break free.
"Sam?" he asked carefully.
"Yeah. And you?"
"Sam." he said again.
"No,tha-" Sam was interrupted by something pulling her by the ankles back to the wall. She shrieked, scared. She didn't want to go back there!
"Help!" she screamed at the man, but there was no need, because he already grabbed around her waist, pulling her to him.
He tried to pull her back to the door, but the force was way too big, and it started pulling him back as well. He realized that they would both be trapped soon.
"Sam, I've got to let you go. But we'll find you, I promise." The male told her and Sam's eyes started burning with tears, as she shook her head rapidly and her bound hands grabbed for his shirt.
"Don't let him pull me back there. I'll grow insane if I'll be there any longer." the male realized that Sam was not kidding. Her gaze started being a bit faded, crazy. He nodded, as he slung the bound arms around his neck, caught a better grip at Sam and braced his legs against the chest of drawers.
"Dean!" he roared, as he pulled back.
Dean just pulled a bleeding Rebecca out of the kitchen. The attack ended, but she got out of it with a pretty bad gash slashing her right shoulder and arm. She looked as if she would faint any minute; she lost a lot of blood already.
Dean didn't know if she was okay, the attack was not expected. She got lucky, for the knife was aiming for her neck, but instead it got her shoulder. It still looked critical.
He sat down and leaned her back against the wall.
"Becky!" he said alarmed, as he slapped her cheek a few times. Rebecca twitched, as she turned to face him.
"God, that was bad. So stupid." she muttered, banging her head against the wall.
"Hey. First, we get you out alive, then we call you stupid." he tore a piece of her shirt, the sleeve, and wiped the blood off her arm. He frowned as the gash cleared up and he saw what happened.
"Dean!" Sam roared from upstairs. As Dean was about to yell back that he can't, Rebecca stopped him by grabbing the front of his shirt.
"Go. I'm fine. Maybe he found Sam." Dean looked indecisive, but he then nodded and ran up the stairs. A thump echoed through the hall from the room Sam was in. He opened the door to find his brother on the floor, with a woman on him, his hands around her waist, her hands on his neck, bound together, both panting loudly.
"Damn brother, you go to second base."
"Shut up, Dean."
