These are my three stories I wrote for "Summer Sam Love 2010" on LiveJournal.
Episode: 2.15 Tall Tales
Title: Do His Bidding
Author: CaptainLon
Summary: While investigating the university where the professor was killed, Sam and Dean come across the same girl the Trickster had cooked up for the professor.
"This is useless," Dean complained as he and his little brother strolled down the corridors of the university after talking to the janitor.
"Well you heard the janitor. He saw a girl go in, but didn't see her leaving," Sam said, aiming his flashlights around the small room he stuck his head into.
"Yeah if it's a ghost - we can't kill it since we only have salt-" Dean trailed off.
"Or if it was a real girl, maybe she snuck out a window. I mean, if you had just thrown a man out the window, would you leave through the doors?" Sam suggested.
Dean just shrugged as they continued down a set of stairs.
"Help me! Can somebody help me?" the brothers stopped dead in their tracks when they heard a soft whimper nearby. Dean rested a hand over his gun tucked into the back of his pants as they hurried up the stairs again. When they heard the sounds coming from higher up, they climbed the rest of the stairs until they were at the very top. There Sam was the first to see a pretty young girl with dark curls in a white dress, sitting on the floor with her knees drawn up to her chest. Dean was lagging a little behind, but kept his composure when he saw the girl.
"Hey, what's going on? You need some help?" Sam knelt carefully by the girl as she looked up him with teary eyes.
"No, no it's too late," she hurriedly stood up and walked back and forth between Sam and Dean.
"Too late for what?" Dean asked, leaning a little on the stairs railing.
"I've already done it," the girl dried her tears with a hand and smiled sadly. When she didn't continue she rubbed her arms and stepped a little closer to Dean.
"Done what?" Sam asked this time and stepped a little closer.
"I killed him. I killed the professor," the girl sniffed a little, but the sinister smile was still on her pretty face.
"Uhm. Why did you do that?" Dean frowned, putting his hand back on his gun.
"I just did what I'm supposed to. It was the right thing to do after all. He was a dick," the girl laughed, tears spilling down her cheeks,
"Now leave this place alone!" she screamed and ran at Dean before he could draw his gun. She planted her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down the stairs.
"Dean!" Sam yelled and ran at the girl, but she was too quick for him. She dodged him and kneed him in the guts, grabbing his shoulders to spin him around before bringing her knee up again so it impacted with his face. Sam groaned in pain as he snapped back when she let go of him and tumbled down the stairs to join his brother.
"Sonofabitch!" Dean groaned from where he was sitting against the wall at the bottom of the stairs,
"You okay, Sammy?" he patted his brother on the knee when his brother just waved a hand in his direction, the other covering a bleeding nose.
"St'pd bitch," Sam groaned and blinked confused as he tried to sit up. His body ached from the kicks and the venture down the stairs, but it appeared that both brothers had avoided serious head injuries.
"S'not a ghost then. She was solid," Dean groaned the whole time as he got up. He leaned down to help his brother up and together they clumsily left the old building.
"So... should we call Bobby or...?" Sam grimaced when he saw he had gotten blood on his shirt.
"Neh we should research a little more first. I can already hear Bobby if we call him so quickly in the hunt-" Dean said.
"Idjits..." both of them said at the same time and snickered stupidly.
"Ah I guess you're right. Let's get back so we can finish this quickly," Sam said and got into the passenger's seat of the Impala.
"You're not gonna use the laptop are you?" Dean asked nonchalantly and carefully got in behind the wheel.
"How else am I supposed to research?" Sam huffed annoyed. Dean grimaced and bit his lip, but shrugged.
"I dunno. I just... nothing. Let's just get out of here."