Mischief
Summary: Dean and Sam meet a mysterious young woman with unusual gifts. Together they experience many adventures while continuing the search to reunite John Winchester with his family.
Shafts of sunlit filtered through the tall two story windows that looked out onto a beautiful pristine blue lake. The maple interior warmed by the light made the lodge seem peaceful and relaxing. Quite a strong contrast to reality and the reason the two young men were there for.
Alert and wary eyes quickly scanned the room as they entered, one confused as he noticed the peaceful warmth that seemed to spread to every corner throughout the lodge with no sign of the horror that brought them here. The other's gaze seemed to immediately fall upon a beautiful young woman sitting near the windows. With the early afternoon sun shining through, the woman seemed to be bathed in its golden hue. His appreciative glance wavered slightly as he shook his head, not quite sure if she was real or just a figment of his imagination. 'Nope she was still there, beside' he though 'even my imagination couldn't come up with her.' He had just taken a step in her direction when a hand reached out and grabbed his arm.
Looking back into his brother's disapproving gaze, he shook off his grasp and with a regretful look back at the golden hued angel, he turned away.
"Killjoy." He muttered.
"We're here to do a job." He was reminded. "Hello. I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean." He introduced them as they reached the check in desk. The elder lady behind the counter smiled up at them.
"Oh… Thank goodness. I was hoping that's who you were." She frittered, gasping her hands together. "I'm Dorothy Lancaster. Your father said you'd be able to help me." She continued.
"Is he here?" Sam asked, the excitement clear in his voice.
"No, no. He left several days ago. Only stayed one night, the next morning I was so upset and he asked me what was wrong and I just broke down and told him everything. He's the only person I've told." She ended in a whisper.
"When you called you said that our dad had given you the number and you needed our special services. What exactly did you tell our dad?" Sam asked.
"This place is haunted." She whispered lightly, looking around her as if to see if something had heard her.
Dean's head, which had turned back towards the woman in the sun, spun back to the little old lady. "What makes you think its haunted?" he questioned.
She seemed to consider his question for a moment, as if wondering where to begin. "It started about a year ago. At first I just though it was me. Things weren't where I left them, the room keys were hung in the wrong spots," She glanced at the key cabinet behind her. "but then I started seeing things move by themselves. I was standing right here one day and the pen started moving on the desk by itself."
"That's not too unusual, slight breeze, desk unnoticeably slanted just so…" Dean explained.
"It rolled back and forth across the entire desk!" She exclaimed.
The brothers looked at each other, Dean's eyebrow raised, silently seeming to say 'yup that's different.'
"What other kinds of things have been happening?" Sam urged her to continue.
"Footsteps, I've started to hear footsteps, sometimes running in the hallways and up and down the stairs. Doors slamming. Food split in the kitchen. Curtains opened when I know I had closed them." Dorothy stopped and took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm herself or trying to work up the courage to go.
"Please you have to help me, its getting worse. Lately I've felt them, like they're trying to touch me. I'm so afraid." Her voice pleading to them.
"We've gone up against a number of evil and malevolent spirits before…" Dean started.
"They're not evil or malevolent, they're just mischievous children." The soft feminine voice interrupted. Dean, Sam and Dorothy all turned to stare at the intrusion. Her hair was really sunset red, it didn't just look that way due to the sun streaming over her. Dean doubted anyone had ever seen eyes the color of hers, a bright clear deep Aquamarine.
"They are not trying to hurt you, just trying to let you know that they're here." She continued before heading towards the door.
"How do you know that?" Dean asked finally finding his voice.
She glanced back over her shoulder at them. "Take a look at your shoes."
Dean and Sam both stared down at their shoes with a stunned expression. Her laugher floated behind her as she disappeared through the door and into the bright sunlight.
"What is it?" Dorothy asked rushing around from behind the desk. "Oh my." She exclaimed with one dainty wrinkled hand covering her twitching lips.
"They tied your shoe laces together." The old woman couldn't contain herself and laugher spilled over from behind her hand.
To be continued….
