I am trying out an OC so used the episode 'After School Special' (4.13). This may turn into the first chapter or I may start a new story with the same character, this is my metaphorical guinea pig. (You have a guinea pig? Where?) Also some of this is based around a high school. I am British. High schools are mysteries to me. I researched some things but please correct me if you see inaccuracies. Thanks for reading :)
Disclaimer: Something tells me I am not Eric Kripke. I own Izzy Stevenson though (that sounds strange but you know what I mean.)
Izzy Stevenson sighed and shut her laptop forcefully. That was her last lead and it yielded no answers regarding the death of a demon. Exorcising it and sending it back to hell was useless; she needed to know how to kill one. Izzy pulled her brown leather jacket tighter on and left her motel room. She'd get some food and resume the search tomorrow. It was much harder working on her own but she'd have to get used to it.
Living on fast food and sandwiches wasn't healthy or optimum, but it was cheap. As Izzy paid the cashier she saw the newspaper headline out of the corner of her eye.
Girl Claims she was Possessed after Killing a Classmate in High School Bathroom
Demon possession? "Uh, can I buy this too?" Izzy asked.
It was the perfect situation: Izzy was still high school age. She'd pretend she was interested in joining the school and ask for a tour, and then she'd scan the place for sulphur or other demonic signs whilst blending in as a student. If it wasn't enough, she'd pretend to leave but hide in some bathroom until the building is empty and have a more private look around. Maybe this was could turn into a lead and help her in her task?
The following day Izzy was pushing through the rush of students in the corridor. It felt so weird being surrounded by people a similar age but no one gave the skinny seventeen year old a second glance. It was impossible to get a good look at anything with all these people and getting shoved against the lockers as angry seniors went past wasn't fun. Staying until everyone else left would be easier and make it a whole lot quicker.
Izzy lifted herself up against the bathroom wall and peered over the edge. Silence. She let herself out and stepped into the corridor, but heard distant voices. Crap. It was supposed to be empty! Izzy flattened herself against a wall out of sight, and waited for the people to pass. There was an agonising pause as the two men, a janitor and a PE teacher, passed, but then she picked up on what they were saying. "…pissed-off spirit…" "…ghost possession…" "…no EMF…".
Izzy forgot to breathe. Who the hell were these people? Her mind was reeling, and she forgot to maintain her stillness as she shifted slightly. It was enough to catch the taller one's attention and he spun round, catching sight of the suspicious looking girl. "Um." She said. Were they hunters? Maybe they were just joking about the ghost possession. This heralded both good and bad news if it was true; bad because it meant she was no closer to finding out how to kill a demon, but good because it meant that this was a simple salt and burn.
The initial shock on their faces dissipated in an instant after seeing that she was a 'student'. Izzy liked that in a way – if she was hunting something it did tend to let its guard down slightly after seeing that she was just seventeen, making it easier to surprise and kill it. "You're not allowed to be here after hours." The older one said. "Detention tomorrow."
"I was in the library." Izzy played along as a student, hoping they didn't know that the library was inaccessible after the end of the school day anyway. Were they hunters, or was this just some insane misunderstanding? "Do…" How to say this? "You believe in ghosts and demons and stuff?"
The confusion on their face mingled with surprise and suspicion. Izzy raised her eyebrow. There should be some hunter's code or something which makes situations like these a lot easier. "Why do you ask?" The taller one said. Izzy sighed. "Sorry if this is a misunderstanding. Does salt and burn mean anything to you by any chance?" She said. If they aren't hunters I have just made the biggest fool of myself, Izzy thought.
"Who's asking?" the older one replied.
"Look, please just tell me if I'm not making any sense and you think I'm crazy." Izzy said, frustrated. This conversation was a lot longer than it should have been. The two men scrutinised her.
"We're hunters." The taller one said finally. "And you are…" Izzy sighed in relief.
"That took long enough. I'm…" Izzy hesitated for only a fraction of a second to remember what her current alias was. "Lana. I'm a hunter too. Ghost possession? I was hoping for demon possession, but that's just salt and burn then."
Dean snorted. "Lana. Yeah right." Izzy sighed. "I'm Dean. This is Sam." Dean said warily. They exchanged glances. "You should not be hunting. You're still supposed to be at school, for God's sake. You're a kid." Dean said pointedly. Izzy clenched her jaw.
"Please. Skip that. I'm old enough."
"You don't want this life, believe me. You don't look older than sixteen." Sam said. Izzy glared at him.
"We'll take care of this." Dean assured her. "Go back home. Watch TV, forget hunting. Be a normal kid."
Izzy swore in her head. "I'll be eighteen in a couple of months. I can take care of myself. And I did some research and this guy named Barry Cook committed suicide on campus in 1998. So I can find his grave and salt and burn his bones fine, thank you very much. And I can do it alone. I don't need your help." Izzy told them.
"Barry?" Sam muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
"What?" asked Dean. "That's the only death in the history of this crappy school. He slit his wrists in the first floor girl's bathroom."
Sam sighed. "I knew him." Izzy frowned.
"You went here?" she asked. Sam and Dean both nodded. Brothers or childhood friends, then.
"That's where-" Sam started.
"Right where the chick got swirleyed to death, exactly." Dean finished. Brothers, probably. "So, what? This ghost is possessing nerds?" Dean asked.
"Using them to go after bullies or something." Izzy continued.
"That sound like Barry's M.O.?" Dean asked Sam. Sam paused before answering.
"Barry had a hard time." He said, his voice twinged with sadness.
"Where's he buried?" Izzy asked quietly.
With all three of them it didn't take long to dig up Barry's bones and burn them. Sam and Dean let Izzy ride in the back of the Impala after realising that she didn't have a car. ("Some idiot caught the car number of the last one I stole, so I had to abandon that car and now everyone in Indiana is looking out for a blonde teenage car thief. It's not my fault!") They dropped Izzy off at her motel, after another couple of reprimands about 'being too young for hunting' which she promptly ignored. Stifling back a yawn, Izzy collapsed into bed, telling herself that she would find another lead tomorrow.
The next morning Izzy dragged herself out of bed and headed straight to the local library after a quick snack. She still had the motel room for the rest of the day since she expected the high school ghost to have taken longer, so she thought she'd make the best of it. It was a short walk, passing the stupid school on the way. Izzy frowned. There was a group of people standing, looking agitated including one short, dark-haired, girl who was gesturing animatedly towards her lip and looked on the verge of tears.
Izzy bit her lip. They burnt the bones, right? It was done. Impulsively she went over to the group, pretending she was some other student. "It was like, I was there but I couldn't control what I was doing. One moment I was asking where room 305 was the next I was kicking this random tall guy, I think he was the janitor but I haven't seen him around much and I don't know how and then I can't remember what happened next but I was on the floor but I could control what I was doing and this yucky black stuff was coming out of my mouth and it was horrible!"
Feeling her blood go cold, Izzy turned around. They must have missed something. The ghost wasn't Barry. Izzy sighed. Sam and Dean had left after they dropped her off, she could finish this one off herself.
Back in the motel room Izzy drafted out a quick plan of the case. Barry was the only one who died on campus, so it must be something else. A piece of information caught her eye on the profiles of the three people the ghost had possessed. "How could I have missed that." Izzy muttered, internally kicking herself. Same bus. Quickly, she drew up the bus information on the Truman High School website. The driver and the route was all the information there, so Izzy decided she'd start with the driver, then check the bus for EMF after.
It didn't take long to find Dirk McGregor Snr. and pay him a visit. She knocked three times, hard. The door swung open, revealing a portly old man and – oh. Oh. Right. And Sam and Dean. They just have to keep interrupting my hunts, Izzy thought. "Hi, um…" She trailed off, realising that the two older hunters have probably already asked all the possible questions. A (bad) alias popped into her head, but she blurted it out anyway. "Sorry, I just wanted to tell Sam and Dean that we need to go. I'm their sister. Did you have time to say everything to Mr. McGregor that you wanted to?" She asked, trying to convey the hidden question with her eyes.
"Yes, we paid our respects to his son Dirk. He passed away. We were leaving anyway." Sam said. Ah, that makes sense.
"I'm sorry about your son." Izzy said, biting her lip. They exited and Dean turned to her.
"Sister? Really? And we've got this. There's hair in the Bible on the bus. Burn it and it should be over, finally. You don't need to be here."
"First thing that came into my head! It would be slightly suspicious if two sets of people came at the same time asking the same questions." Izzy retaliated.
"Yeah, whatever." Sam dismissed. "Let's go put this ghost to rest."
The three of them found the bus with its tires blown. "Dirk!" Sam called, holding the ghosts attention whilst Dean tied it up with rope soaked in salt water. Izzy made a mental note that that worked on ghosts. She climbed into the bus, scanning the books for the Bible and the hair, snorting slightly at Dean's cover story. Dean found the Bible, but the hair wasn't there. Goddamn ghosts. Izzy frowned at what it was saying. How did it know Sam's name? It looked in Izzy's direction as it called them popular kids. Me, popular, Izzy thought. Pretty far from it.
She listened to Sam's words about high school. They must have known each other. Izzy completely left high school around a year ago, but hated it for the brief times she attended before. Getting one semester, maybe two in every year meant she was always behind, and bullies sucked. It gets better. It had, sort of. Before Izzy had time to dwell on those thoughts there was a snap of rope and Sam fired, twice. Shells filled with rock salt, hopefully. A hunter trick everyone knows.
There was a pause. Rock salt doesn't kill a ghost. The man it was possessing convulsed on the floor, then suddenly someone slammed into Sam. Izzy realised a few things at once, such as the fact that she was seventeen and small, therefore being a waste of space in a fight against a man when there were two better fighters present. "Find the hair!" Sam yelled, so Izzy ran back into the truck, scuffling through papers and books, followed by Dean. Where was it?
Dean ran back out of the bus, and Izzy saw Sam being beaten by the ghost. There was something she could do, right? She took a tube of salt out of her pocket and emptied it in the ghost's face. It flinched, enough time for Sam to retaliate. Dean had searched the previous host's body and found the hair. "Light it, Dean!" Izzy yelled. The flame spread over it and Dirk was put to rest, leaving the man who, unfortunately for Sam, fell flat on him. "Wow." Izzy stated.
"He's giving you the full cowgirl." said Dean.
Izzy stepped out of the Impala. "You never told us your name." Sam said. "Not Lana, come on." Izzy smiled slightly.
"Fine. Isobel. Well, given the past couple of days you can probably call me Izzy."
"Izzy." Sam said. "Not what I was expecting."
"And that was?" Izzy retorted, folding her arms.
"Kidding. What you told Dirk's dad was pretty accurate though. You are like an annoying little sister." Sam said nonchalantly. Dean laughed.
"Stay out of trouble, kiddo. Don't look for hunts, try to live a normal life for a while." Dean added. Izzy smiled wryly.
"Can't. I've got stuff to do." She said. The question was on the tip of her tongue. Do you happen to know how to kill a demon. These guys seemed like good hunters; if anyone knew it would be them. But that would lead to questions Izzy didn't want to answer, so she kept quiet. She would figure something out.
Dean sighed. "Still. Take care of yourself." He said.
"You too." Izzy said simply. She watched the Impala drive away. "I've got stuff to do." She repeated to herself.
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