The Horror in the Bones Story
Chapter 1: Two Brothers and Motel Hell
Tis' the season... fall, that means Halloween will soon be here... that most gorriest time of year! So here's my Halloween episode... hope you enjoy it. Reviews welcomed!
While this is not a crossover there are references to my other favorite show Supernatural I do not claim any ownership over that show either.
Disclaimer.. I don't own Bones, oh the horror!
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"Hey bitch! Get your ass over here! ", Despite being mid-October the cloudless sunny day had Deans black Avenged Sevenfold tee soaked in sweat, his tall, lanky frame was perched percariously at the edge of the concrete hole formerly the Roadhouse Motorcourts swimming pool. Now, it was just a challenging makeshift skateboard park. Him and his buddies had rigged a couple of ramps, the trick was getting the initial drop right. That and don't wipe out in that nasty assed sludge in the lowest corner. It was late afternoon, just another wasted Saturday keeping up with his younger sibiling who was trying hard to get on his last nerve.
"Com'on! I told ya to stay with me! Now, get away from those doors! It's nothing but a hangout for burners and weirdos. Never know what you might find." Dean smirked as he brushed his straight shoulder length ravenesque hair behind his ears, he watched Sam continue peeking in one of the many empty rooms. He rolled his eyes and sighed loudly exasperated. lil twerp. So far, having to watch his ten year-old brother, for the past six Saturdays in a row, was seriously eating into his hang time with his buddies. No sixteen year-old guy wants to babysit. Aggravated, he turned his attention back to the drop, prop the board...balance... jump and go! His landing wasn't so bad...but his recovery, or rather there lack there of, after the first ramp jump sent him careening toward the black/green muck filled corner. As he landed chest flat in the edge of the mosquito infested swamp he cursed his skateboard, his shoes, his hair for getting in his eyes and his main distraction his little brother. The little brother who was currently laughing his ass off, looking down at him.
"Ha ha! Serves you right for being such a jerk! Hahaha!" In contrast to his older brothers blacked out metal look, young Sam was terribly normal in his blue stripe polo and light denim jeans. He had light brown hair just like his brother, though Dean kept dying his ...it's just a phase... their mom kept saying over and over, Sam had his doubts. Ever since Dad left and Mom had to pick up more hours at the nursing home.. his brother had changed a lot. He got stuck picking up the slack and resented it. … not my fault Dad left… Sam watched his brother climb from the pit coated in black smelly slime.
"Shut up... not a word or I'll …" Dean was glaring at Sams still grinning face.
"Or you'll what? Mom finds out you've been hanging out here...oh and that you brought me too! She'd be pissed...maybe I should tell her? Huh? ", Sam ducked just in time to avoid the soggy tee being flung in his direction. "Alright! Geez...I was just joking. Hey you look like you got crap on yer face. "
"What?! ", Deans nose wrinkled in disgust, as his fingers slid across the nasty muck facial. "Ugh… gross. Hey com'on. " Looking at the line of doors..the beginnings of a plan marked his features. "This place was a motel...motels have towels. " He began striding toward the first shut door …no sense bothering to look in the unlocked ones, crackheads and hobos probably cleaned them out…. when he tried the door it opened …no… he tried another. Sam followed close behind. At the far end, tucked behind the stairwell leading to the second floor he found one locked and hopefully untouched. He tried the knob. Locked tight. The door looked way too heavy for his scrawny self to knock down so he made a decision. He grabbed a brick he saw earlier..
"What are you doing? What if there's an alarm ..Dean! What if you get caught.?", Sams voice squeaked as panic rose. … I don't want you to go to jail... I dont want you to leave me too...
Dean was more touched than annoyed by his little brothers worries. He ruffed the boys hair and grinned ,"Don't worry Sam… look at this place, its been abandoned for years. And this isn't the first broken window." Gently pushing his brother back, he sailed the block of baked clay into the glass. It only managed to create a few large cracks. Undeterred he repeated the process twice more. A large piece of glass fell inside. Dean kicked in another shard of glass with the sole of his black Converse hightop. The hole wasn't that large, in fact he wasn't sure he could climb through unharmed. The air emanating from the room reeked of death. …probably a dead rat…phew!…
"Ok... Short Round, climb in and unlock the door." Dean ordered in his most "I'm the boss of you" tone.
"What? No way! It stinks … besides your the one needing the towel. You do it!", Sam backed away from the window folding his arms in defiance. " …and whose Short Round?"
"Indiana Jone… oh nevermind. Look I can't fit. What's the matter? Are you scared of the dark? Is the wittle baby afwaid? ", Sams hazel eyes cut like razors at his brother forusing his common childhood fear against him. …I like the night light so I can see my way to the bathroom… that's all…
"No... it its not that .…ok..so maybe like ninety percent… you said weirdos could be in here...", his voice weakened with the shameful admission of fear.
"Yeah...yeah I just said that to get you to leave the rooms alone...look this ones locked, I'll be right here, just go in and flip the locks... com'on you know ya want to see what's in there... you're the "inquisitive" one, right?"
"Fine! But you owe me..." Sam carefully eased one leg over the windows frame, ducking hard, mindful of the sharp glass surrounding him. Pushing in against the heavy blackout curtain, he discovered he was straddleing a wide a/c and heating unit that was built into the wall. This caused a slight issue. His foot wasn't reaching the floor, so he leaned in more, sliding awkwardly ...his foot, finally, hit the floor but became tangled in the curtain as he attempted to stand and pull in the other leg , "Whoa, whoa, ohh..!" losing his balance he grappled hopelessly with the dusty curtain. He waved his arms wildly beneath the heavy cloth, like a biege ghost, then fell trippingly back , hitting the bed and landing on it.
"Hey! Sam..hehehe..are you alriiiiiighttttt aaaayyyy! Oh god!, Saaam! Sam!"
Sam sputtered and huffed as he blew the dust from his mouth while pulling the cloth off his head. " Geezz! I'm okay! What are you screaming...Ahhhhhh ahhhh..." Sam bolted to the door fighting with the lock. Turning the knob, thumb fumbling with the button, unable to think...Bang bang bang! " Let me outta here!" He kept glancing back to the bed, now illuminated by the afternoon light streaming through the dusty air, its skeletal occuppants jaw hung in a macabre grin. Finally, he managed to unlock the door and ran straight into his brothers arms...they ran away...screaming.
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And we have a body! Oooo creepy.. haha nope just another day at work for our favorite crime solving team...
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