I feel like if there was an award for most open fanfictions, I'd probably win. But, I get ideas that are too cool to pass up, and when I do, I wanna get 'em down before I forget. Well, that and I'm currently binge watching Supernatural. So. I'm gonna use the same things they kill in the show, and will probably throw in some easter eggs, either by design or not. Here goes!
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Jade walked into the dingy hotel room, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag. She shed her leather jacket, throwing it on one of the beds, and walking over to a thin, curly haired boy seated at a nearby desk, typing frantically on the keyboard.
"Whatcha got, Shapiro?" She asked him, putting her hands on his shoulders and leaning over one to get a better view of the moniter.
"Not much, to be honest. Would you please put that damned thing out? It's bad for you, an it stinks up the whole room." He said, waiving his arms around his face to clear the smoke out.
Jade sighed heavily.
"Fine. Just tell me what you know." She told the man, walking across the room to a nearby ash tray.
"According to the passed newspapers, there've been twenty murders in the passed century fitting the same description. victims have either been found with their throats slashed open, or stabbed with some sort of, hooked instrument."
Jade snorted.
"Well, duh. I mean, the legend is about a hook man for a reason." Jade retorted, flopping onto one of the beds and staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Hey! Don't get all snarky on me! Where were you, anyways? You said you'd be gone five minutes, and that was three hours ago! I've been worried sick!" The geek asked, getting up from the desk and facing Jade.
She sighed heavily once again, and sat up.
"I went out to top off the tank, and found a bar. That's it."
"Uh-huh. And what was her name?"
Jade smirked.
"Marissa? Alyssa? Something like that? I dunno. Helluva screamer, though." She replied, winking at him.
Robbie chuckled.
"Alright, Romeo. C'mon. Let's go take a look at any records the courthouse might have on anyone with a hook."
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"You know, in those crime shows, like CSI, or NCIS, they never show how tedious all this going through paperwork is." Jade said, taking another box of records from the attendant.
"Tell me, what does the FBI want with these records, again?" The attendant, a short, plump old lady asked.
"We just wanted to see if there was a connection between these past murders and these recent ones. Y'know. Like a history buff copycat murderer." Jade lied easily, putting on a proffessional facade easily.
The attendant nodded, accepting the lie easily.
When the attendant let, Robbie walked over to Jade, an old looking paper in his hand.
"Check this out. One Pastor Kieth Rowland lost a hand tending to the fields. Replaced it with a solid metal hook." He started.
Jade took the paper.
"Says here that he went apeshit when he caught his daughter in bed with a farmhand. Opened his eyes to 'the corruption in the town'. It looks like he walked into the nearest brothel and murdered 13 prostitutes." She read, looking at her shorter counterpart.
"And check out the sketch of the hook. Does that symbol look familiar to you?" He asked, pointing to a carving on the hook.
It was a large cross, with a bunch of other crosses surrounding it.
"The same symbol was in the second victim's room. Looks like we've got a bonafide pissed off spirit."
Jade nodded.
"Now the only thing we have to do is find the bones and burn 'em. Where's it say Rowland's buried?"
They looked over the paper once more.
"Says here he's buried in an unmarked grave in the county cemetery." Robbie said, pointing to the information.
"Well then, Robbie. Get in the car. We're goin' skeleton hunting."
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The duo got out of the car, a 1970s chevey camaro painted solid black with two red stripes down the back of it, and opened the trunk.
Inside was an assortment of weaponry, from guns, knives, and throwing daggers, to holy water, crosses, and oak stakes.
Jade pulled out the rocksalt, lighter fluid, and matches, stuffing them into a duffel bag and shutting the trunk. Robbie grabbed two shovels from the back seat, and the two headed out.
The two walked around the cemetery, staying on the outskirts to avoid unwanted attention from unknowing mourners.
After about twenty or so minutes, Robbie looked to Jade.
"So how are we going to find an unmarked gr-" Robbie started, before tripping over a short concrete marker.
Jade helped the curly-haired man to his feet before looking at what he had tripped over.
On the front of the pillar, near the top, was the same symbol as the one on the hook.
"I think we've found it, Robbie my boy." She stated, taking a shovel and plunging it into the ground.
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It was nightfall by the time the two were done, and both were panting heavily.
"H...haven't had to...dig many graves recently..." Robbie said, weakly crawling out of the large pit.
"Goddamn...really need to stop...smoking." Jade told herself, giving Robbie a hand in getting out.
Together, once they had caught their breath, they retrieved the items from the duffel bag.
Robbie salted the bones thoroughly, and Jade went back over the body with lighter fluid. She then lit a match, and let it drop into the grave.
They watched the fire, making sure the bones burned sufficiently, then re-buried the whole thing once it was all over.
They patted down the graved with their shovels, and Jade took out a rag to wipe the shovels down with.
When Robbie gave her a weird look, she didn't seemed phazed. She simply asked him, "Look. Do you know what dirt does to my upholstry? Nu-uh. Not happenin."
The two walked back to the car, stashed the items in the trunk, and headed back to the hotel.
"You want some tacos? I want tacos. Let's go get some tacos." Robbie said, hopping into the passenger side.
"Ya know, I could eat. Let's get some tacos. I think I saw a mexican resuraunt back in town. Let's go check it out."
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Robbie and Jade were sitting in a local mexican resturaunt, just about to dig in to their food, when an ambulance races by, a police car hot on its trail.
Jade and Robbie shared a look before grabbing their food, paying, and rushing to the car.
Robbie hopped into the passenger seat, turning on the police radio.
"-units report, all units report. Murder on Highrock Way, victim seems to have been murdered with some sort of, hook shaped object. All nearby units resp-"
Jade shut it off, breathing for a second.
"Fuck!' She screamed suddenly, hitting the steering wheel over and over again.
"I thought we had him. What did I forget? What could I have forgotten?"
She laid her forehead on the abused wheel, breathing heavily.
"Jade, it's ok-"
"No. No Robbie, it's not." Jade said, lifting her head off of the wheel and at him deeply.
"An innocent person died because I got sloppy, and I did sloppy work. How is that okay?" She asked him.
He thought for a moment.
"It's okay, because we know we missed something, and we know now, before we moved on. If we had moved on, that thing would've killed more and more people. Now, we know that we can put a stop to it."
Jade sighed.
"Yeah. You're right. Okay. So what did we miss?"
Robbie knew deep down that Jade hadn't forgiven herself, and would continue to let this torture her, but he knew that when she got like this, only she could pull herself out.
"Did you see the hook in there with the bones?" Robbie asked her.
"No. Did you?"
"No. Think that could be it?"
"Maybe. You know, it was his murder weapon of choice. In a way, it was a part of him."
Robbie nodded. "So we need to find this thing and burn it."
"Yup. You know what that means."
"Back to the courthouse?"
"Back to the courthouse."
"Awwww cheese doodles."
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After hours of searching, when morning was just peaking through, Jade finally found it in an old church ledger.
"Here! It says here. Hook: recieved from county police department as donation."
"I don't really see what use a church would have with a hook."
"I bet they melted it down into something."
Jade sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Because it's never simple."
"Alright, Jade. So what's the plan?"
"I'll tell you the plan, Robbie." She said, grabbing her bag.
"We're gonna go down to that church, we're gonna grab every silver thing, and we're gonna burn it. We leave no stone unturned. Thorough. We can't be sloppy, can't let our guard down."
Robbie nodded. He slipped the paper back into its box, and gave it to the attendant, thanking her for her cooperation.
"So, we go to the church and, what? Ask politely for the pastor to hand over all of the silver so we can burn it? Plus, I don't really think I'm comfortable with burning baby Jesus." Robbie said once they had gotten out of earshot.
"No. We go during the night. It's an old church, so they're bound to have an old furnace. We just pour salt inside of the furnace, and toss the stuff in. And don't be stupid. Why would people make a solid silver baby?" Jade retorted.
Robbie weighed the options silently, then nodded.
"Okay. Point made. But for now, I say we get some sleep. We're gonna need to be bright eyed and bushy tailed if we're gonna be taking on an angry spirit AND trying to gather up silver to burn."
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At 11:30, Jade's car pulled into the old church's parking lot, hidden partially in the shadow of its massive steeple, the top of which sparkled in the moonlight.
Jade fingered a ring, a gold band with a diamond in the middle, and a few green and blue gems around it, that she kept on a leather string around her neck.
"Lock and load, Robbie. Once that thing figures out what we're doin, it's gonna try and stop us."
She got out of the car, and went to the trunk.
Opening it up, she tossed Robbie a sawed-off shotgun filled with rocksalt rounds, and a pouch with more ammo. She herself picked up the same thing, tucking the pouch into her leather jacket. She also grabbed two large canvas bags and tossed one to her partner.
"Alright. Anything that even looks silver, you grab. Got it?" Jade asked, walking up the the church.
Robbie nodded silently, and Jade worked on the lock with a lockpick produced from her jacket. In a flash, she had the door open, and the two crept inside.
Robbie took one hal of the church, rounding up candle holders, crucifixes, even doorknobs. Jade took the end with the offices and grabbed pens, letter openers, and paperweights.
The two met up in the basement, and found the giant furnace that would serve as their cleansing fire. Jade threw rocksalt into it before emptying out the bags into the furnace.
A loud thud was heard from above once it was all done, and Jade and Robbie looked at one another.
"We missed something." They both said to one another.
"You go find it. I'll distract it, and buy you time." Robbie said.
"No. I'm not putting you in harm's way." Jade said, grabbing Robbie's arm.
"Jade, I'm not a little kid anymore. You don't have to protect me." He replied.
"Just because I'm your little brother, doesn't mean I need you to look after me all the time."
Jade sighed, and rubbed her forehead.
"Fine. Okay. I'll be quick. Don't get yourself killed."
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While Robbie was running around the main part of the church trying to draw the demon, Jade was ripping the rest of the building apart, flipping over desks, looking through old boxes, even ripping up some of the floorboards. She couldn't find anything she might've missed.
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Meanwhile, Robbie crept through the church, keeping his shotgun close to him.
He heard scraping behind him, and he turned, finding nothing.
With a second look, he saw a line being carved into a nearby wall, getting closer and closer to him.
He fired off a round at the place he guessed the ghost would be.
A cloud of black smoke rose up where he fired, and Robbie scrambled to get to another room, trying to keep his enemy in front of him.
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Jade started punching through drywall, trying to find anywhere she might've missed.
Once she had ripped through the last possible place, she screamed silently in frustration.
Think! Think Goddammit! She berated herself. She thought about the outside, and if there was anything she could've missed out there.
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Robbie was holed up in one of the office rooms, shotgun at the ready. He was scared, and the adrenaline was pumping through his veins. He lived for this moment, this rush that he felt. Just thinking about how he could be dead at any moment, especially since his sister wasn't there to save him.
It felt like he was tightroping across a line without a safety net.
He fired off a round at the hulking form that materialized in front of him.
Robbie couldn't remember a time he had felt this alive.
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Jade was outside, scouring the area for anything that even looked silver. She remembered the glint that she saw when she had first appeared. Jade looked up, and spotted the same glimmer of light she had seen when she came in.
Yeah, she thought, and it's only at the top of the fucking place.
She looked around, and saw a way up if she broke the glass at the top of the main door.
She threw a rock at it, and when it shattered, she grabbed the massive door knocker, and used the doorknobs as foot holds.
The climb was slow, agonizingly slow, and Jade kept picturing her brother lying dead inside the church. She gritted her teeth, willing herself not to fall as she climbed higher and higher. If she died, so did her brother.
And she'd be damned sure she'd never let that happen.
She got to the roof itself, and saw a small silver cross sitting atop the steeple.
Jade shrugged her jacket off, and tossed it around the steeple, holding onto one of the sleeves. She shimmied up the steeple like a lumberjack up a tree, and when the steeple was thin enough to wrap her arms around, she scrambled up the rest, snatching the cross off of its perch.
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Robbie was downstairs, still blasting away at the thing. Small holes dotted the wall in front of him, and if one were to look close enough, one could see the bits of rocksalt in them.
Mr. Rowlands materialized less than a foot away from Robbie, and he squeezed the trigger.
click.
Robbie's eyes widened and he frantically checked the pouch Jade had given him.
empty.
Mr. Rowlands smiled, and walked toward him.
He picked Robbie up by the neck, and threw him across the room.
The curly haired man landed in a heap, and sluggishly sat up.
Mr. Rowlands laughed, this haunting, evil laugh, and raised his ghostly hook high in the air.
He brought it down. But stopped, inches above Robbie's head. Robbie could only watch as the apparition stared down at its hands, suddenly catching fire.
He disappeared in a blaze of fire, and all was silent.
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A few seconds later, Jade burst through the door.
"Robbie! You alright?" She asked, dropping down beside him.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Just a little shaken up. But I'll be okay." He replied, starting to stand.
Jade helped him, and together, they walked out of the church.
"I take it you found that final piec of silver?" Robbie asked.
Jade nodded, and the two headed off, ready to heal their wounds and look for another hunt.
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"Hey, Tori! Can you come here, a minute? I can't find my good tie." Beckett Oliver yelled from upstairs.
Victoria Vega sighed, walked to the base of the stairwell.
"Did you check the dryer?" She yelled back.
"Why would it be in the dryer?"
"Because of that stain you got on it from the party we went to last week!"
Upon not getting an answer, Tori walked up the steps, finding the man in dress pants, and a white dress shirt that was untucked.
As well as the tie in question in his hands.
"You were right. Gosh, babe. What would I do without you?" he asked, kissing her deeply.
When they broke away, she smiled up at him, tapping him on the nose.
"Probably move back in with your mother?" She joked.
He smiled, his sexy smile, and pulled her in.
"Nah. Can't have sex with my mother."
He began kissing her neck, letting his hands wander to her rear, giving it a squeeze.
Tori was looking or any reason to break away. She looked at the clock.
"Babe, you're gonna be late for your big meeting. We can't." Tori said, breaking away.
He looked at the clocked, then smiled, his cheery mood not dampened.
"You're right. Thanks, love. I'll see you tonight."
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When Beck left, Tori quickly drove from their house in a small, gated community to her parent's home, 3 hours away.
Knocking on the door, she waited anxiously for her to open the door, looking around nervously for any neighbors she knew who could tell Beck about this.
Her mother opened the door, and ushered her inside.
"Hey, Tor! How've you been this week?" Her mom asked, sitting her on the couch and going to get some coffee started.
Tori relaxed now that they had gone behind closed doors, and she responded easily.
"Pretty good. Just waiting for the weekend." She said. Beck had to take business trips to Nevada, and usually had to stay up there over the weekend, giving her enough time to come to her mom's house and visit.
"How's she been?" Tori asked when her mom came back from the kitchen.
About that time, little feet were heard descending the stairs of Tori's childhood home.
"Mama?"
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So that's my start! I used Supernatural's season 1 episode 7, "Hook Man", for this story. I hope you all liked it!
So, On my other stories, I do this, "Food For Thought" question. But, on a few of my stories, I've decided not to. I'm not planning on doing it here, unless you all are just dying for one.
Tori lives in California, in case ya didn't get that.
Anywho, feel free to review, if ya liked it!