Supernatural
Squatters rights
written by: Memphis_heat123
DISCLAIMER: I am in no way connected to the show or its actors. I am not making any money. The story is for fun only.
SUMMARY: Jess's parents find a box that had been buried on their land for nearly a century. They learn, too late, that the curse box contains angry spirits who claim the land as theirs. Spirits who will do anything to rid the land of trespassers. WARNINGS: Mentions the spankings of minors, but no actual spankings. WARNING: Contains child abuse by possessed parents, not graphic.
NOTE: Story # 1 in the series is titled: Weddings and Graduations.
Story # 2 in the series is titled: Kayla
NOTE: This story is set two years after Kayla.
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Allen and Ruth Moore were sitting on the front porch of their farmhouse. The couple had been married for forty-three years, and had bought the land they live on thirty-seven years ago.
It was a nice piece of property, including seventy acres of land, a huge house, and three small lakes. The couple had been happy here, and so had their daughters. Allen and Ruth knew, that even though Jessica and Kayla loved the land, that neither girl wanted to live out their lives on it.
They knew that their daughters dreamed of another life, a life in a bigger city. And they did not blame them, nor did they discourage their dreams. They had always told their daughters that they could be anything they dreamed of being.
The couple looked up when a red pick up truck rambled to a stop in front of the house. The door flung opened and sixteen-year-old Kayla jumped out.
"I got the sapling trees." She said, as she walked onto the porch.
"Thank you Kayla." Allen smiled at his youngest daughter. "What time are you leaving for Meagan's?"
"In about an hour, I'm fixing to go get ready now." The teenager said, with a smile. Meagan and Kayla were planning on driving to Dallas for a concert. Allen and Ruth were reluctant to let her go, but had finally agreed.
They trusted Kayla, she was a good kid. But she was still a kid, and they knew all of the dangers that were out there.
"Remember." Allen said, his voice taking on a sterner tone. "You do not leave a drink open, you do not accept a drink form anyone, and you do not leave the concert with anyone. Is that understood?"
"Yes Sir." Kayla said, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Both of her parents had told her that same thing at least a dozen times in the past three days.
"Go on and get ready." Allen said.
"Are you sure it's a good idea?" Ruth asked, after her daughter went inside.
Allen gently took her hands in his and smiled. "We can't keep her locked up in a closet, Honey. She's sixteen; we have to let her grow up."
"I know." Ruth sighed. "But I already lost Jess, and now Kayla's growing up."
"We didn't loose Jess, and she's with a good man."
"Sam is a good man." Ruth smiled. "He treats Jess right, and he's very responsible. I pray that Kayla will find a man as good as the one Jess found. And as good as the one I found."
"Hey." Allen protested. "Don't go marrying off my baby girl just yet."
"I meant when she gets older." Ruth chuckled.
"A lot older." Allen added.
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Later that afternoon, Allen and Ruth were standing several feet away from a line of pecan trees.
"This should be a good place to plant the apple trees." Allen said, as he picked up a shovel and started digging.
Ruth knelt down and started getting one of the saplings ready for planting. After Allen finished the hole, they both placed the sapling in the ground and filled the hole. Then they moved a few feet away and planted another one. They were working on their third tree, when Allen hit something with the shovel.
"What was that?" Ruth asked.
"Let's find out." Allen replied, as he knelt down and pulled a wooden box from the ground.
"What in the world?" Ruth asked.
Allen sat the box on the ground and used his hand to wipe the dirt from it. The box had strange symbols carved into it and even stranger symbols written on it.
"It looks old." Allen said. "Wonder what's inside it."
Allen pulled out his pocket knife and slid the blade under the lid, and then he twisted the knife and the lid popped opened. He carefully lifted the lid, them him and Ruth jumped to their feet when a thick green mist came from inside the box.
They stared in shock as the mist got thicker and surrounded them. The wind picked up and an eerie wail filled the air. Allen and Ruth clutched each other's hands, and started to run towards the house. But stopped and stared in horror when two figures appeared in front of them.
The figures looked human, but they were translucent and were floating a few inches from the ground. One was male and other female, and they were dressed as if they were from a hundred years ago.
The mist disappeared, but the wind got stronger. Allen and Ruth turned to run in the other direction, but the floating figures appeared in front of them once more. In a split second, the ghosts were an inch from the frightened couple. That was the last thing Allen and Ruth Moore saw before they slumped to the ground unconscious.
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Kayla walked into the farm house with a huge smile on her face, she had a blast at the concert. She was surprised when she wasn't greeted by her parents. It was after midnight, and her parents were usually in bed by ten. But she figured that they would stay up until she got home.
The teen walked into the living room and saw a strange wooden box sitting on the coffee table. Curious, she walked over and was about to pick it up.
"Don't touch that!" A deep voice growled behind her, causing her to jump and spin around.
"Dad, you scared me." She smiled. "I ha….."
Her sentence was cut short when Allen reached out and grabbed the back of her hair, pulling the teen backwards.
"Owww!" Kayla cried out in pain and in shock. "W..what are you doing?" She asked.
Allen's answer was to slap the girl hard across her face. The only thing that kept her from landing on the floor was Allen's tight grip on her hair.
"Daddy?" Kayla asked, her voice small. She looked at the man in utter confusion, her Dad had never slapped her before.
Allen dragged her to the kitchen and over to the cellar door, then he opened the door and tossed her inside. Kayla tumbled down the stairs and landed with a thump on the floor. Then the door was slammed shut and the teen was left alone in the dark.
Kayla lay motionless for a few moments, as she cried silently. She was scared and confused. Her Dad had never hurt her before, never. She was no stranger to being spanked, but she had never been hit like this.
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Two days later, Sam was woken up from a sound sleep. He blinked his eyes opened and looked up into the worried face of his wife.
"What's wrong, Babe?" He asked, as he sat up.
"I still can't get a hold of Mom and Dad." She said, worry evident in her voice. "Something's wrong." She had been trying since the day before, but they were not answering. "Kayla hasn't been on face book in two days. That kid lives on face book."
"I'll call Dean." Sam said, reaching for his phone. "I talked to him last night and him and Dad were in Dallas, they're leaving this morning. I'll have them to check in on them."
Jess nodded.
"Hey, Sammy." Dean's cheerful voice filtered through the phone.
"Hey, Dean." Sam said. "Are you still in Dallas?"
"Nope. What's wrong, you don't sound right."
"Jess hasn't been able to reach her parents or Kayla for a couple days; she's pretty worried about them. So am I. It's not like them to not answer their phones."
"Dad and I are about fifteen miles from Bradley, we're check on them" Dean assured his younger brother.
"Thanks, Dean. Call as soon as you do."
"Not a problem, talk to you in a bit."
Sam hung up the phone and said. "Dean said they'd in on them."
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Dean parked the Impala in front of the Moore house and him and John got out and walked to the door, both scanning the area for signs of danger.
"Something's wrong." Dean said, as he removed his gun from the waistband of his jeans. John did the same.
"Why do you say that?" John asked.
"No animals." Dean said, as they stopped at the door. "I've been here a couple times, both times the place was loaded with chickens and other animals."
The door was standing wide open and Father and Son walked in, everything looked normal.
"Shhh." John hissed, as he stopped walking and listened.
Dean stopped and listened as well, and then they both heard a faint scrapping noise coming from below them.
"The cellar." Dean said. "The doors in the kitchen."
They walked into the kitchen and to the cellar door, which was locked with a padlock. John stood watch as Dean quickly picked the lock and opened the door. John and Dean grabbed flashlights out of their jacket pockets and turned them on. They walked down the stairs into the dim cellar, listening and looking for what was making the scrapping noise.
They made it to the bottom of the stairs, but didn't see or hear anything for a moment. Then they heard a whimper coming from against one of the walls and walked over, their guns still out and aimed at the noise.
They shown their flashlights against the wall and stopped when they saw a figure huddled in a corner.
"Kayla?" Dean asked.
The girl looked up and they saw that she was filthy and looked as if she had been in a fight. She whimpered and tried to scoot further back into the wall.
Dean put his gun away and slowly walked over to the girl, he knew that his Dad had his back.
"Kayla." He said, gently. "It's me, Dean. I ain't going to hurt you." He squatted down in front of her and gently reached out a hand and laid it on her shoulder. She looked up and Dean could tell that she had been crying.
"Dean?" She asked in a whisper.
"Yeah, it's me." Dean said. "What happened?"
"I….I fell." She whispered, as tears started running down her cheeks. She couldn't tell on her parents, she couldn't. She couldn't tell that for the past two days they had been beating her and that they hadn't let her eat or drink anything. She just couldn't, they were her parents.
"Must've been one hell of a fall." Dean said.
Dean gently put one arm under her legs and the other under her shoulders and lifted her up. He knew that the girl hadn't fallen; it looked as if she had been used as a punching bag. But he could find out what happened after Kayla was safe. "Come on, let's get you out of here. Where are your parents?"
At the mention of her parents, the teen burst into sobs. Dean and John looked at each other, thinking that that meant they were dead. John nodded towards the stairs and Dean nodded back. They would get the girl to safety, then come back and look for Allen and Ruth.
John lead the way, gun drawn and ready to fire. Dean was right behind him, carrying the crying teen. He wanted to stop and comfort her, but he knew that they had to get her out of there before whoever or whatever hurt her came back.
They walked back up the stairs, through the kitchen, and into the living room. that was when John saw the wooden box sitting on the coffee table.
"Damnit." He said, as he picked it up.
"What's that, Dad?" Dean asked.
"Trouble." John replied. "Get her out of here, now."
Dean nodded and picked up the pace, running to the door. But before he reached it, the door was slammed shut.
"That belongs to us." A voice said. Dean turned and saw Allen and Ruth standing there. But the young hunter knew something was way off with them, they looked different. They looked angry and pale.
"So does that." Allen said, looking at the box in John's hand.
"Too bad." John said, aiming his gun at them. "We are taking both with us."
"Guns will not stop us." Ruth said.
"Maybe not." John said. "But this will." In a split second, John shoved the gun into his pocket and pulled out a bottle of Holy water. He threw water on them and they yelled out, their bodies smoking slightly. Then they disappeared.
"Now Dean!" John ordered, as he backed up towards his son.
Dean shifted Kayla so he could grab the doorknob. He opened it and carried the teen outside, his Dad was right behind him. Allen and Ruth appeared again, but quickly disappeared once John threw more holy water on them.
Once outside, Dean placed Kayla into the back seat, and then jumped in behind her. John slid in behind the wheel, then he sped away from the ranch house and down the road.
"How's Kayla?" John asked as he drove.
"Unconscious." Dean said, as he gently examined the girl. "They really did a number on her, but she'll be okay. Nothing's broken."
"You sure she's out?" John asked, not wanting her to hear what he said next.
"Yes Sir." Dean replied.
"Allen and Ruth are dead." John said.
"T…there's no way of saving them?" Dean asked.
"No, son."
"What's with the box?" Dean asked, trying to keep his emotions under control. He really liked Allen and Ruth and was going to miss them. And he knew that his brother and them were really close. It hurt Dean to know that Sam had lost someone else that was special to him. And it also hurt him to know that Jess and Kayla lost their parents. But Dean shoved those thoughts aside, he had to focus.
"It's a Syphion curse box." John replied. "Very powerful and very deadly. The spirits that have taken over the Moore's bodies were once human. They died, most likely in a violent way, and became ghosts. But someone with a lot of juice put a binding spell in them and forced them to kill for them. Then someone else made that box to trap the spirits."
"So are we looking at a witch?" Dean asked.
"Doesn't matter what forced them to kill for them." John said, as he glanced over at the box sitting in the passenger seat. "This box has to be near a hundred years old, and looks as if it's been buried for a while. I doubt anyone's looking for it."
"How do we ki…stop the ghosts?" Dean asked. Dreading the idea of ganking ghosts that looked like Allen and Ruth.
"I have no idea." John said. "Call Sam and tell him we're going to stop at the Riverton Motel in the next town over. I'll call Bobby and see if he has any ideas, and see if he join us."
"Yes Sir." Dean said, as he pulled his phone out and dialed Sam's number.
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Sam and Jess were sitting on the couch when the phone rung, Sam quickly answered it. He listened silently as Dean told him what was happening. Sam wanted to cry, wanted to throw the phone across the room. But he didn't, he had to be strong for Jess and Kayla. He had to keep his emotions in check.
"Thanks Dean." He said, after Dean told him everything. "I will get there as fast as I can." Then he hung up.
"What's wrong?" Jess asked as her eyes watered. She knew form Sam's expression and thick voice that something was wrong. "What happened?"
"Jess, I am so sorry. Allen and Ruth are….they passed away."
"No." Jess whispered as she cried. "They can't be dead." Then her eyes got wide. "Kayla?"
"Kayla's fine, she's with Dad and Dean."
"W…what happened?"
Sam told her what Dean had told him. He didn't want to; he wanted to shield her from the truth. But she had the right to know. Jess started sobbing and Sam wrapped his strong arms around her and held her to his chest.
Jess wanted to stay like that forever, buried in her husband's embrace. But after a moment, she pulled away and wiped her eyes. She had to get to his little sister.
"Let's go." She said.
Sam nodded, and the couple quickly packed a bag and headed out the door.
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Thirty minutes later, they were sitting on a plane heading to Dallas Texas.
"Do I want to know how you managed to get two seats on this plane?" Jess asked her husband. She was wearing dark sunglasses to cover her red and swollen eyes.
"Probably not." Sam replied, opening his lap top. He had called Dean moments before boarding the plane and was told to start researching the Moore's land, to see if anything happened on it before the Moore's moved in. "I just hope our Ethics teacher doesn't find out about it."
"Kayla must be so scared." Jess said, as her eyes started watering again.
"Kayla's fine." Sam assured her. "Dad and Dean won't let anything happen to her, I promise."
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TBC
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