Author's note: These fics are based on real episodes of Supernatural. The characters and plots belong to the creator and writers for the show. If you would like background on the new character you can read the previous episodes.
Playthings
Dean had been excited about this job when he saw the outside of the hotel. Old school place, the type of hotel you'd see in a horror movie or documentary about haunted places. Of course the hoodoo symbol by the front entrance suggested something other than a haunting, but he was still excited.
As they searched the halls they found the same symbol etched on a few other things laying around, someone wanted to get their point across. They knocked on the door marked 'private' and Susan, the owner answered.
"Hi, is everything ok with your room?"
"Yeah, yea of course everything's great." Dean glanced into the room and quickly pointed behind her. "Hey, are those antique dolls? Because this one…" he patted Sam. "Has a huge doll collection back home." He looked at his brother with a smile.
Dick. He nodded. "Big time."
"Big time."
Kayla bit back a laugh.
"You think we could come in and take a look around? You wouldn't believe it but he loves those dolls. He's always dressing them up in these little tiny outfits, it would make his day. Right?"
Sam couldn't even smile this time. "It's true."
She agreed and let them into the room.
It looked like a toy store, there were dolls everywhere. Dean leaned in to look at some of them. "Yeah these are nice, not super creepy at all."
Susan folded her arms. "Yeah I suppose they are a little creepy but they've been in the family forever."
Kayla kneeled in front of the model on the coffee table. "Is this a replica of the hotel?"
"Yes, an exact replica actually."
She showed her one of the figurines that was laying on the base of the staircase. "Looks like one of them got broken."
"Probably my daughter, she plays with them all the time."
After they were steered towards the door they headed back to the room. Kayla glanced around as they passed hallways and doors. The place was creepy.
"Did I mention that porcelain dolls freak the crap out of me?"
Dean looked at her. "Dolls?"
"Yes."
"I saw you ram a rod through a vampire's throat and you're afraid of dolls."
"Yeah that pretty much sums it up."
"You're such a wuss. Sam why don't you go search the internet for the history on this place, see if there's anyone else Grandma Hoodoo whacked over the years. We'll see what we can dig up."
Sam nodded and split off from them, they continued down the stairs.
"Well I assure you, I can protect you from the dolls."
"Don't make fun of me."