"Ok. I found one." I pushed a newspaper toward my older sister, but pulled it back and started reading it when Tori didn't look. "16 year old Victoria Grave and Amelia Johnson disappeared on March 19th...that was three days ago." I informed her.
"Yeah I know. Continue."
"Alright...17 year old Rick Davis and Dave Johnson, brother of Amelia Johnson, claim they saw 'something' grab the two girls and drag them into Divinity school. A complete search of the school resulted..." I read on to myself then spoke again when I had finished. "Divinity school has been abandoned for 2 years now."
"Why has a school been abandoned?" Tori asked, glancing at me.
"That's what we have to find out. Well...both Rick and Dave were sent to Danvers State Insane Asylum. Obviously nobody believed their story." I set the paper down on my lap.
"So, we have to get in there and talk to them," Tori stated.
Before I could reply, someone in the car behind ours beeped their horn.
"What the hell?" Tori asked nobody in particular, looking into her side mirror.
"Maybe they want you to move away from the gas pump," I mentioned.
"Well, we didn't even get gas yet and besides..." Tori rolled her window down and stuck her head out. "There's plenty of other pumps, moron!" she shouted.
I rolled my eyes and tossed the newspaper to the side. "I'll go pay for the gas." I opened the car door, glanced at the other car then entered the gas station. When I exited the station, after paying for gas, I saw Tori arguing with someone; a guy. Another guy watched, leaning against the car behind Tori's, opposite from them.
I approached my sister's Mitsubishi Eclipse, stealing a glance at the guy on my side of the car. As I looked that way, he turned.
"Hi...do I want to know what's going on...or not? I asked, stopping beside him.
"Probably not."
I studied him for a moment then leaned on the back of the Eclipse, listening to the fight.
"Well if you can't even go to another pump, you ARE an idiot!" Tori's voice was rising.
"Listen here...girl. You could have moved your car up to the next one-"
"Why couldn't you just drive AROUND?" Tori asked, cutting the guy off.
"Hey! Listen. I shouldn't have to drive around."
"Hey...Tori?" I looked at my fuming sister.
"Hey Dean?" the guy beside me spoke up.
Neither Tori nor Dean stopped arguing
I sighed and turned to the tall guy next to me. "This may take awhile. Once Tori starts..." I trailed off as the guy grinned.
"I'm Sam. And that's my brother, Dean," he introduced, talking a bit louder than normal for the argument seemed to be getting noisier.
I smiled slightly. "I'm Phoebe and...that's Tori," I informed.
Sam nodded. "It's nice to meet you."
"Likewise," I responded.
A short, somewhat awkward silence fell between Sam and I as we searched for something to say next. The silence was disrupted by a rushing ambulance, sirens blaring.
Tori all but forgot about Dean and turned to me. "Get the gas and let's go." She got into the driver's seat.
I glanced at Sam before filling the car with gas. All Sam and Dean could do was watch as I got into the passenger's side and the Eclipse drove off.
Tori pulled up near a crowd of people and two ambulance trucks, the flashing bright lights drawing even more people. I opened the car door and got out, slamming the door shut. I made my way through the crowds with Tori behind me.
"Well...this is Divinity School," I stated, examining the boarded up windows.
"Yeah, it looks abandoned," Tori remarked. "So why are all these people here? What the hell happened?"
Tori and I glanced at each other then split up to interrogate the on-lookers.
I walked over to a random, older woman. "Excuse me...what happened here?" I questioned.
The woman looked at me. "Oh, I'm not sure, dear. The paramedics just brought out two stretchers. I think they were the two missing girls." she explained. "Poor things."
"I see..." I made my way back to Tori. "Anything?"
"Yeah. Apparently they found those two missing girls. Both of them were pretty beat up."
"They were beaten?" I questioned.
"Right. But they're alive."
"We're not going to be able to question them. We have to figure out a way to talk to Rick and Dave. Hear their stories first hand," I mentioned.
"Alright. Let's go."
Tori and I approached the big, red brick building.
"Danvers State Insane Asylum...How are we supposed to get in there?"
"Amateurs, huh? I knew it."
Tori and I turned around only to see Dean and Sam. Dean was wearing a black suit and I had to admit, he looked pretty damn good. He was the one that spoke.
"Excuse me?" Tori asked.
"Tori. Just calm down," I said.
"Yeah Tori," Dean agreed with a smirk. "What are you two doing here anyway?"
"That's none of YOUR business," Tori answered.
"We need to see a friend of ours," I added, saying the first thing that came to mind.
Sam and Dean exchanged glances."
"Who?" Dean asked.
"Dean." Sam said his name in a warning tone.
"What, dude? Just curious," Dean replied.
"Yeah well, your curiosity can go to hell. Cause we're not telling you who," Tori said.
"Listen, we know you two went to that school," Sam said softly.
"Yeah. And now you're looking for Rick and Dave, aren't you?" Dean asked.
I rose an eyebrow as Tori spoke. "Like I said before. That's none of YOUR business!" she replied. "C'mon Phoebe." She was about to walk away when Dean grabbed her arm.
What happened next happened so fast that no one was ready for it...especially Dean. Tori's fist made contact with Dean's nose and he staggered backwards, letting go of her arm.
"She punched me!" he exclaimed, holding his nose. Small drops of blood were dripping through his fingers.
"Maybe that'll teach you NOT to touch me!"
"Hey, we just need your help," Sam said, looking from Dean to Tori.
"Whoa! We DON'T need their help!" Dean shouted, keeping his hand over his nose.
"Dean, we can get this done a lot faster WITH their help," Sam replied, turning to his brother.
"Well, what do you need help with?" I asked.
"I'm NOT helping them!" Tori exclaimed.
I glanced at Sam then turned towards my sister. "Why not?"
Tori pointed at Dean. "HE'S why not!" she answered.
"Tori. I understand what you're saying, but-" I started.
"We know how to get into the asylum," Sam finished.
Both Tori and I turned to him.
"You do?" I inquired.
"HOW?" Tori added.
Sam smirked slightly. "Dean needs a partner."
Tori's POV
Sam stopped the 1967 Chevy Impala in front of Danvers Peabody Institute Library and turned to me.
"Are you ready to start?"
I nodded and followed him into the white building.
Phoebe's POV
"You ready?" Dean asked me.
"Yes."
"Here. Take this."
"A fake badge? So this is how you two do it. You lie," I stated, taking the badge from him. I glanced at him, raising an eyebrow.
Dean smirked." It gets the job done." He was about to get out of the car, but stopped and turned to me. "How does it look?" he questioned, meaning his nose.
I laughed. "Fine," I answered, getting out of the car.
"What's so funny?" he asked, getting out as well. He looked at me over the top of the car.
"Nothing," I replied, fixing my black skirt. Dean had taken me to get a suit like his.
"Let's just do this." Dean walked toward the Insane Asylum and I followed.
Tori's POV
"Find anything?" Sam asked, turning in his seat to look at me.
I stared at the computer screen. "Not yet," I answered.
Sam sighed. "Alright. Look up...Salem Village," he told me.
"Salem Village?"
"Yeah. Listen to this." He raised the book he was reading. "Danvers is a town in Essex County, Massachusetts, United States. It was a large part of what was formerly named Salem Village. Most of early victims and accusers of the 1692 Salem witch trials lived in the then Salem Village."
I looked over at him as he met my gaze. "That's all it says?" I asked.
He nodded. "The next chapter is conveniently ripped out," he answered.
"Interesting. Ok, let's see." I typed SALEM VILLAGE into the search box.
Phoebe's POV
"Hi." Dean flashed a smile. "I'm Detective Landis and this is my partner-"
"Detective Parker," I finished.
Dean glanced at me as the guard spoke.
"What can I help you two with?" he asked.
Dean turned back to him and answered. "We need to speak with Rick Davis and Dave Johnson."
"Oh, those two nutcases. Alright, let's go." The guard opened the door, allowing Dean and I to enter. "Right this way." He began to lead the way. "We've placed the two of them in the same room. They never attack each other, but what they did to those girls is pretty rough."
I waited for Dean to respond, but when he didn't, I did. "They haven't been convicted of that crime yet."
"Well it's all a matter of time. Here we are." The guard stopped and unlocked a door. "I'll be right outside if you need anything," he said.
"Thank you," I replied, stepping into the room. Dean followed. When the door closed, I glanced at Dean. "Whatever's on your mind let it go for now." I lowered my voice so that the two boys in the room wouldn't hear. "You're supposed to be a professional, remember?" I approached the accused. "Rick Davis?"
"Yeah. What do YOU want?"
Before I answered, I glanced at the trembling Dave Johnson. "We're here to find out exactly what happened on the night of March 19th."
"Yeah. What did you see when Victoria and Amelia disappeared?" Dean asked, stepping over.
"Nothing, dude! Dammit! How many times do I have to tell you people that?" Rick questioned, anger and sorrow evident in his tone.
"Whoa there. Remember who you're talking to." Dean flashed his fake badge.
"I thought the two of you saw something pull them into the school..." I started.
"It was invisible." Dave responded.
Dean and I looked over at him.
"Invisible?" Dean questioned.
"Duh! That's what I told you!" Rick exclaimed.
"Okay, I'm getting really tired of you," Dean replied, turning his attention back to Rick.
"Alright. That's all we need," I said, becoming annoyed with everyone. I turned to leave.
Tori's POV
"So, what's up with your brother, Sam?" I asked as I waited for the page on Salem Village to come up.
"Honestly, I'm pretty sure it's you," Sam answered.
I rose an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
Sam smiled. "Not like that. He's never met a woman that talks to him the way you do. Usually they fall right into his hands...or that's what he says," he explained.
I smirked. "I see. Thanks for explaining that for me...oh! Here it is!" Both Sam and I leaned towards the computer. "Yeah...Salem Village. This is where early depositions and interviews took place."
"But we need someone particular. Someone that we can link to what happened," Sam replied. "Scroll down."
"Wait! What about this one?" I asked, clicking on one of the names.
"Tituba?" Sam questioned.
"Yeah. According to this, Tituba was an Indian woman; a slave. She made herself a likely target for witchcraft accusations when she participated in the preparation of a witch cake. And look...Reverend Samuel Parris beat her until she confessed when he found out about the cake." I glanced at Sam. "What do you think?"
"I think we may have found our culprit," he answered.
Phoebe's POV
"So, what's up with your sister, Phoebe?" Dean asked me as the two of us walked to the Eclipse.
"You," I answered matter-of-factly. "She can't stand guys like you. Trust me; she's handed out more than nosebleeds to men. Just please be a little nicer to her. She's had a rough life..." I trailed off.
"Throw me the keys. I'll drive," he said, not even acknowledging what I said.
"Fine," I agreed, only because I felt a headache coming on. I threw the car keys his way and watched him catch them.
"Alright. Get in."
"Damn. Here she comes. Switch seats," Dean told me as he stopped the Eclipse in front of the library.
"What?" I questioned.
"C'mon. Switch." He was already up and moving to my side of the car.
"Unbelievable..." I muttered as I pushed past him and rested in the driver's seat.
Once we were both in the opposite seat, Tori and Sam walked out of the library. Dean glanced at me, smirked, and then got out of the car.
I got out too. "Did you find anything useful?" I asked, closing the driver's door.
Sam held up a group of papers that they had obviously printed out.
"Well...what did you find?" Dean asked, glancing at Tori.
"It's probably best if we go somewhere to talk about this," Sam suggested.
"Yeah, alright. Phoebe and I will follow your car," Tori agreed. She turned to me, holding out her hand. "Keys?"
My eyes widened slightly as I realized I didn't have the car keys. "Um...I don't have your keys," I replied.
"What? Then where..." Her voice trailed off as Dean jingled her keys. She turned and looked at him.
He smirked and jingled the keys again, holding them out. Tori went to snatch them, but Dean pulled them away before she could grab them.
Tori closed her eyes in annoyance. "Give...me....my...keys," she growled, holding out her hand.
Dean's smirk grew and he released the keys over her hand. "All you had to do was ask," he said as she opened her eyes and looked at her keys. "C'mon Sam!" he called, getting into his car.
"Stay close," Sam said, walking over to his brother's car.
Tori turned to me. "You let HIM drive MY car?" she asked, sounding pretty pissed off.
I rolled my eyes, letting out a soft sigh. "Can we please talk about this later?" Without an answer, I walked over to the passenger's side of the Eclipse and got in.
"So, what happened to her?" Dean asked, setting his beer bottle down on the bar table.
"Nobody knows," Sam answered.
"Yeah. Once her and her husband were bought by their new owner, it's unknown what happened to her," Tori added, explaining the article they found on Tituba.
"But she couldn't have just disappeared," I stated, entering the conversation.
"Well, she's dead now," Dean joked.
Tori, Sam, and I looked at him, causing his smile to fade and for him to pick up his bottle again.
"Did you find out where she's buried?" I asked as we looked away from Dean.
"Nope. Couldn't. There was NOTHING about her death," Tori answered.
"Which means we don't know where to dig and burn," Sam added.
"So, how the hell are we going to kill her for good?" Dean asked.
"What if she's not dead?" I threw in.
Sam grinned. " We're talking about 314 years, Phoebe."
I looked at him. "I know...but what if she WAS a witch? Witches can do some things that you'll never think of and they do exist. Imagine how much she could've learned in all that time. Immortality perhaps? Invisibility..." I trailed off, watching their reactions.
"Give me a break, Phoebe. 314 years?" Tori questioned.
"Rick and Dave said they saw something invisible," Dean said out of the blue.
"But that could've been a spirit or something," Sam replied.
"Yeah, but it could also be a witch. One that knows some damn good spells." Dean took a swig of beer as we sat in silence.
"Okay...I say we go to that school," Tori said.
Both cars were pulled up in front of Divinity School. It was quiet and deserted now due to the lateness of the hour.
Tori pulled the backseats up in the Eclipse, revealing a hidden compartment. "Grab what you need." she told me.
I nodded and searched through the weapons, choosing a chromed Beretta loaded with silver rounds. I then stood back as Tori picked a gun of her own. Glancing at the Chevy Impala, I watched Sam and Dean pull out weapons for themselves from the trunk.
"Ok. Let's go!" Dean called, closing the trunk of his car.
Tori pushed the backseat into place and slammed the door shut.
"C'mon girls! Keep up!" Dean called, walking up and into the school.
"You two are okay with this, right?" Sam asked as he walked with Tori and I.
"Don't worry about us," Tori said as she approached the school. She soon entered.
I glanced at Sam and managed a small smile. "It may not look like it...but we can handle these things."
"Sometimes you shouldn't have to though...right?" he asked.
I studied his gorgeous face, thinking about his words. "Right," I agreed. Turning away, I checked my gun and entered the run down school with Sam behind me.
Tori looked at us when we walked in. "I don't see your ass of a brother, Sam..."
Sam moved past me, looking around. "Hey Dean?"
We stayed silent, listening for his reply, but none came.
"Where is he?" I asked quietly, turning my flashlight on to see the darkened halls.
"Dean!" Sam called.
Tori walked forward. "Hey!" she shouted.
"What?!" Dean yelled, coming out of the room right next to Tori.
I couldn't help but jump slightly at the scare.
Tori let out a gasp and started hitting Dean with her flashlight. "You bastard!" she shouted, continuing her assault.
Sam sighed. "Ok, now that everyone knows we're here, can we move on?"
Dean laughed. "Yeah. C'mon," he replied, dodging some of Tori's hits and leading the way down the hall.
Tori growled and followed.
I moved to stand beside Sam. "Is he always this unprofessional?" I asked.
"Actually no..." Sam looked at me. "He likes to joke around, but that was just..."
"Stupid," I finished.
Sam grinned. "You could say that."
"Hey Sam?" Dean's voice called out through the silence.
"What?" Sam asked in a much quieter tone.
"I think she knows we're here," Dean replied.
"Oh gee, you think?" Tori asked sarcastically.
"Well I wonder why," I muttered.
A sudden loud noise caused us all to stop and look at the door of one of the classrooms.
"Wait here," Dean ordered, entering the room. Sam glanced at us then followed his older brother.
Tori turned to me. "If this Tituba witch knows we're here, it's all Dean's fault." She turned away, shining her flashlight around the darkened school.
I didn't reply. Instead I stayed completely silent, listening for the strange rustle I heard a moment ago.
Tori glanced back at me. "What is it?"
I met her gaze. "Shh...listen..."
Tori stood still and remained quiet as she listened for what I had heard. "I don't hear any-" Her sentence was cut short when she fell to the ground and was pulled down the dark hall by an unseen force.
"No! Tori!" Hearing distant gunfire from down the hall, I started running towards it.
"Phoebe wait!" Sam called.
I reluctantly stopped and turned around, facing Sam and Dean. "That witch took her."
"This way?" Dean asked, pushing past me and pointing down the long hall that Tori was pulled down.
I nodded. "Yeah..."
Dean pulled his gun out. "When I find this witch bitch, she's going down." He headed down the hall.
"Come on." Sam took my hand and we hurried after Dean.
Tori's POV
I opened my eyes and groaned. "Bitch," I muttered. I looked up as an Indian woman with a cane slowly approached me.
I tried to get up, but soon realized that my arms were pulled back, tied tightly to a pole behind me. I looked at Tituba, noticing a bullet-sized hole in her head. Blood dripped down her forehead.
"Ha! Gotcha, didn't I?"
Tituba closed her eyes. Slowly the silver bullet that I had shot into her head came out and fell to the floor.
I looked down at the bullet. "That's gross."
Tituba's mouth formed into a twisted smile as she looked down at me. All I could do was sit there, unable to do anything to this bitch. But I could warn the others if they were close enough.
"So...those bullets don't work on you, huh?!" I yelled out as loud as I could.
Phoebe's POV
"Damn, did you hear that?" Dean asked, stopping in the middle of the hallway.
"That was a warning," I stated.
"She's letting us know the bullets don't work," Sam added.
"Maybe we could hang the witch," Dean joked despite the grave situation.
Sam and I looked at each other. "That could work," Sam mentioned.
I nodded. "It was how those accused of witchcraft were murdered during the witch trials," I informed.
"What? Hey, I was joking," Dean replied.
"We need rope...and holy water," I remarked, totally ignoring Dean.
"Right. We can bless the rope. That way we'll have a better chance of it working," Sam agreed.
"You two have serious issues. I guess I'll go get the necessities," Dean sighed and walked away.
"Ok. Phoebe, you have to lure the witch away from Tori," Dean said, returning with rope and bottles of holy water.
"What? Why her?" Sam asked, turning to his brother.
Dean looked at him. "You have to make the devil's trap," he answered.
"Well this should be quite fun," I said, sarcasm obvious in my words.
"Nice attitude," Dean replied. "Whenever you're ready. Oh, just make sure you distract her long enough."
"Oh sure, Dean. How long are we talking about?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
Dean shrugged. "15 maybe 20 minutes," he answered.
Sam looked at Dean in disbelief. "You want her to distract a 314 year old witch by herself? For 20 minutes?"
"MAYBE 20 minutes," Dean corrected.
I scoffed. "I'll do my best."
Sam turned his attention to me. "Be careful."
I managed a small smile. "Always." With that, I picked a random classroom and walked in. I stretched, looking around the abandoned room. My idea to lure the witch was a simple one. Make as much noise as possible.
I grabbed hold of one of the wooden desks and flipped it over, watching it break apart as it hit the floor upside down. I looked around, suddenly feeling a strange presence beside me. An Indian woman stood in the doorway. In a blink of an eye, Tituba disappeared and I immediately felt her behind me.
Sam's POV
"Where the hell is Tori?" Dean asked, opening another classroom door.
"Gee Dean, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you had feelings for her," I teased.
"What the hell are you talking about, huh? She's hot and all, but I don't like her." Dean insisted.
"Whatever you say," I responded.
"Hello? Where are you guys?" Tori's voice came from the staircase.
"She's downstairs!" Dean exclaimed, ignoring my comment. He ran down the stairs and I quickly followed. We entered the boiler room.
Tori's POV
"It's about time!" I shouted, annoyed about the wait. "Will you untie me, dammit? Wait...where's Phoebe?"
"No time to talk," Dean answered. He jumped up and grabbed a pole on the ceiling. He then proceeded to tie a rope around the pole, letting a noose hang down.
Sam knelt down right under it and started drawing something.
"Uh...hello? Untie me!"
"Can't babe. You'll only be in the way," Dean replied. "Ready Sam?"
I glared at Dean as Sam answered.
"Just about." He finished up the drawing of a devil's trap, then stood up. "I'll go find Phoebe."
"You do that. I'll bring the witch bitch back here," Dean responded.
"What? Are you crazy?" I asked as Sam left.
"Man, doesn't this witch believe in tape or anything?" Dean asked.
"Go to hell," I muttered.
"Look around. We're not far," Dean replied. He looked around the room himself and spotted a pipe on the floor. "Perfect." He picked it up. "Ha ha, I like this." He tossed it from hand to hand, and then swung it into the boiler.
"What are you doing?" I inquired.
He slammed it into the wall. "Calling her back."
Phoebe's POV
I couldn't help crying out in pain as one of Tituba's spells hit me dead on, sending me flying backwards into a bookshelf. I stood slowly, a few books hitting me on their way down.
Sam ran into the room. "Hey!"
Tituba turned to him then stopped, listened for a moment, and disappeared.
Sam hurried over to me. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah...I'll live." I managed a small smile. "Where did she go?" I asked.
"By Dean and Tori," he answered.
"Tori. Is she okay?" I questioned.
Sam nodded, putting a hand on my shoulder. "You're not hurt, are you?"
"No. I told you. I'm fine," I lied, a powerful pain running up and down my back.
"You sure?" His brow furrowed slightly as worry crossed his face.
I nodded. "Positive. So...shouldn't we get to the others?"
"Yeah...yeah c'mon."
Tori's POV
Dean swung the pipe into the boiler again then waited. "Where the hell is she?"
"Uh...there." I motioned with my head, making him turn around.
Dean jumped back slightly. "Are you sure she had a husband?" he asked, glancing back at me, a disgusted look on his face.
"Do you want to focus please?!"
He turned back to Tituba, then took a couple of steps backwards, causing her to step forward and right into the trap.
"Too easy," he stated.
Tituba looked at the devil's trap and let out a bloodcurdling scream. Dean walked around her and to the rope as Sam and Phoebe slowly walked in.
"Got her, huh?" Sam asked.
Phoebe walked over to me, kneeling down to untie the ropes that bound me.
"Thanks."
"No problem," she replied as she stood. She turned to watch as Dean grabbed his rope and moved it so that the noose rested around Tituba's head. "Nothing to do, but wait," she muttered.
Tituba couldn't move as Dean pulled the rope, slowly raising the witch by her neck. He tied it so that she just hung there. The four of us waited as Tituba choked and became limp. She slowly faded away.
"Well...let's get out of here." Dean said.
I looked at him. "Oh Dean?" I walked over to him and grabbed his shoulders. "I just want to say..." I moved my knee upwards, hitting him between the legs. "That's for being an ass," I said sweetly, pushing him to the floor.
Phoebe's POV
"So, where are you two heading now?" Sam asked Tori and I.
"Who knows," I answered.
Dean laid his hand on the horn of his car, causing the three of us to look that way.
"I should probably go," Sam said with a sigh.
"Thanks for all your help, Sam," Tori said, getting into the driver's side of the Eclipse. "See ya."
"Yeah. Thanks for coming back for me. Bye Sam." I smiled and walked around the car, getting into the other side.
I saw Sam smile as Tori started the car and drove off.