"RUN!" Dean yells, aiming a salt-loaded gun at the air around him. "Find the damn link and burn it!"
Sam runs faster, breaking through the front door of the house and running down the rough gravel road. "Melanie Ross was Christian" Sam thinks. "From a very religious family, murdered violently and we've already burned the bones. What would the link be?"
An image of Melanie's old crucifix pendant at the Ross's house flashes through his mind. Got it. Sam turns around to the parent's house up the road and is immediately knocked over. Hard.
Lying on the ground, Sam hears soft grunting and the displacement of gravel in front of him. He starts to sit up and winces at the already-forming bruises he feels on his chest and back. Looking in front of him, expecting something along the lines of a grizzly bear form the force of impact, but he instead finds a girl. She's bent over and holding her stomach tightly. She looks up and notices him as well.
"Hunter?" She asks, breathing heavily. Sam gapes. How the hell-
"Yeah.." he states cautiously. "You?" He already knows the answer.
"Yeah." The girl looks at the house and seems to read his thoughts. "Melanie Ross?"
"Yep. What's trailing you?" He glances behind her.
The mysterious girl looks over her shoulder to what's behind her. "Uh... pixies. Nasty pixies."
Sam stands, "Well, I gotta go burn a necklace."
"I'm coming, if that's okay."
Sam answers before he realizes what he's actually doing. "Sure, that's fine."
"Which way?" She asks.
Sam thinks. They can't go back because an unsettled spirit is slitting throats, particularly his brothers, and they can't go forward because of apparently particularly nasty pixies. He looks right, seeing a forest. "Through the woods?"
She shrugs. "Why not? Let's go to Grandma's."
They both take off at the same time, dashing into the brush and ducking under countless branches, Sam's clothes catching on numerous thorn bushes. The girl runs ahead of Sam, not getting into nearly as much clothing trouble as he is. Her body fluidly makes its way through the forest and doesn't make a sound. As they run Sam hears the girl chanting something under her breath.
"What are you doing?" Sam pants. The last thing he needs is a witch.
She looks back at him. "Oh, you know, just...praying."
They reach the Ross's house all the lights off. Sam reaches into his pocket and curses. He forgot his lock picks!
The girl simply kicks the door in with the heel of her heavy duty boots and it hits the inside wall with a loud bang.
"What the HELL are you doing?" Sam hisses.
The girl shrugs. "Nobody's home and I forgot my picks too."
Sam rolls his eyes and runs into the house. He picks up a metal trashcan from the corner of the room and enters Mr. Ross's study. In the glass case behind the desk lies the necklace. Sam grabs the salt, box of matches, and gasoline from the duffle bag thrown over his shoulder.
The girl knocks over a vase and smashes the glass around the necklace.
"What the hell are you doing now?!" Sam whispers loudly.
"The lock's already broken," She knocks over a lamp and pokes her thumb towards the door. "Might as well make it look like a robbery."
He rolls his eyes. "Just grab the necklace and throw it in the can.
The girl looks at the crucifix and grimaces before reaching out for it. Moonlight shines through the window above the case and illuminates her pale hand, revealing a dark colored liquid coating her palms.
"Woah," Sam stops her. "You alright?" He follows the length of her arm to her shoulder and scans down her body. He notices her left hand covering her stomach and he moves it away. Underneath her white shirt is slicked with dark red blood, her hands covered in it, too. "Holy shit."
"I'm fine," She reassures. When Sam gives a doubtful look, she smiles a little bit. "It's not my blood. Really."
"It's not?" Sam asks, unsure.
"Seriously. See?" She lifts up the shirt and shows her bare stomach, the finely chiseled muscles absent of any bleeding wounds.
The girl lets her shirt drop and motions towards the crucifix. "Now, don't we have a pendant to burn?"
Sam nods and takes the crucifix from the stand and throws it into the metal bucket, dousing it in gasoline and tossing a lit match in. It bursts into flames and Sam sighs in relief. Dean's okay now.
Dean!
"Oh my god," Sam mutters, racing out the door.
"Where are you going?" The girl asks, catching up with him quickly and running along beside him.
"I gotta make sure Dean's okay!" He shouts back. They pick up the pace and arrive back at Melanie's house, Sam taking the stairs two at a time.
"Dean?" He sees the spot he left Dean in is empty. "Dean!? Where are you?" He runs into the kitchen.
"His name is Dean, yeah?" The girl asks. Sam nods and she begins to search for him as well.
"Dean!" She yells. Her voice comes out strong and commanding, seeming to echo into every corner of the house.
Sam screams once more. "DEAN!"
"Calm down, Sammy. I'm here, I'm fine," Dean's gruff voice answers from the hallway. "You've only been gone fifteen minutes. I can handle a ghost for longer than that."
Fifteen minutes? It felt like it was much shorter than that. Then again, it must have been at least five minutes to get to the Ross's house, let alone breaking in, burning the pendant, and running back.
"Who the hell are you?"
Sam is snapped out of his thoughts and pushed violently behind his brother, Dean now pointing his gun directly at the mystery girl.
"Woah there, buster, let's not get trigger happy." Despite her laugh, her eyes lack the humor her voice conveys.
"Who are you?" Dan demands again, stepping forward and pressing the gun to the girl's neck.
Her voice changes dramatically, going from joking to bone-chillingly cold in seconds. "Maybe I'd tell you if you turned on a damn light, offered me a chair, and pointed that thing somewhere else."