Climbing Up The Walls
Chapter Two: Fake-Outs and Stake-Outs
By: kripke's keepers
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"Sammy?"
"Sam!" Dean leaned over and popped his little brother on the cheek briskly. "Wake up, Sammy. We're almost at Bobby's." He pulled on Sam's ear. Sam snapped awake and slapped his brother's hand away from his face.
"Why can't you wake me up without being a jerk?" He demanded, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Aw, come on now, Sammy. I'm not that mean." He smiled winningly. "I could have put shaving cream in your hand and tickled your face with a feather." Sam turned and glowered at his older brother.
"You did that yesterday." He muttered sulkily.
"Oh! Did I?" Dean smiled cheekily and turned back to the road. "That's right. I did."
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
"Whatever." Sam slouched in his seat, his lower lip stuck out childishly. "Why are we going to Bobby's?"
"Because Ellen's there and she said she has a case that we could take care of if we wanted to." Dean glanced at Sam. "Turns out we wanted to." Sam scoffed. Dean continued, "But first, to breakfast."
They got out of the car and walked into the small diner. The electric neon sign glowed in hot pink and sky blue flashes. There was a lot of black and white checkered signs around them.
"Hm. Candie's Pop Shop." Dean said, raising his eyebrows. Sam looked at him. "Aw, Sammy. Don't be so grumpy." Dean slapped his brother's shoulder and walked into the restaurant.
The sound of creepy, lilting music met their ears and they glanced at each other.
"Is that 'Lollipop?'" Sam asked in a disgusted tone, staring at his brother. Dean shook his head.
"I don't know what's worse." Dean said as he slid into a booth. "Me dragging you in here or you knowing this song." Sam glared at his brother as the waitress rolled up to their table on roller-skates.
"Hiya! Welcome to Candie's Pop Shop. Would you like an ice cold Coca-Cola to drink? Or maybe some flavored soda? It's swell." The waitress's voice cut through their conversation like a knife. Sam winced slightly and Dean's eye twitched at the pitch of her voice.
"I'll have water." Sam said as he pushed his frustration down. Dean nodded in agreement.
"A water and I'd love to have a Coke," he squinted at her nametag, "Janie." He smiled charmingly at her. She blushed in pleasure and smiled.
"Okay. Do you know what you'd like to eat?" She blinked her eyes in an addle-pated way and Sam shot his brother a look. They both glanced down at the menus in front of them.
"Yeah," Dean started, "I'll have the Varsity Team Burger with bacon and extra onions. Fries."
"I'll have the chicken." Sam said. Janie suddenly looked confused.
"Well, there's lots of chicken on the menu. What would you like?" She blinked at him and waited. Sam sighed.
"I'll have the Junior Varsity Chicken Sandwich. Fries." He muttered sulkily. He went to hand Janie the menu and his fingers met the table. He glanced up and saw that Dean did the same thing.
"Oh. You guys are silly." Janie laughed highly. "The menus are in the table." She smiled and rolled away, swaying her hips in an attempt to be sexy.
"Dean." Sam said, waving his hand in front of his brother's face to get Dean's attention.
"Yeah?"
"What is the case about?" Sam asked as he leaned back in the booth and stretched his arms over his head.
"Ellen didn't tell me." Dean shrugged and leaned back, putting his hands behind his head. "But she said it's interesting." He closed his eyes. "I need some rest, Sammy. An easy hunt would be nice."
"Are you okay?" Sam asked, his brow furrowed as he studied his brother. Dean nodded, smiling.
"Yeah. I guess I'm just tired." He opened his eyes and grinned. "I hope it's zombies." Sam shook his head and laughed, letting his brother change the subject.
"You would."
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The Impala skidded to a stop outside of Singer Auto Yard. Dean and Sam looked at each other and back at the closed gate.
"Has that gate ever been closed?" Dean asked. Sam shook his head and leaned out the window slightly to take a closer look.
He squinted his eyes and leaned a little further out the window. He was grabbed and pulled from the Impala through the window before he or Dean knew what was happening. Sam was thrown on the ground and a bizarrely dressed person straddled him and held something up to his neck.
"State your purpose." The figure demanded in a deep, shaking voice. Sam stared at the person in surprise. The man was in a baggy black jump suit and a big ugly gas mask. His tangerine colored hair stuck up in all directions as he leaned closer.
"We're here to see Bobby." He said lowly, trying to keep his voice calm.
"Sammy!" Dean shouted, jumping from the Impala and running up behind the figure. He went to jump on the figure but the man laughed.
"Ah ah ah, Dean my boy! I wouldn't do that." The figure pressed his knife closer to Sam's neck. "Now, I will ask again. What is your purpose here?"
"Ellen called Dean, told him she had an assignment for us." Sam answered in a rush. Dean threw up his hands in exasperation.
"Dammit, Sammy!" He exclaimed. "You don't even know who this is!" The figure laughed.
"I don't even know who you are. So we're mostly even." The man laughed, throwing back his head.
"If you don't know us, then how did you know our names?" Dean demanded, edging around to look at the guy's face. They heard the intake of breath as he was about to say something when they all heard Ellen's voice.
"Lenny!" The guy turned around and looked at the gate. "What are you doing?" Ellen shook her head and motioned at the Winchesters. "They're friends." They heard Lenny's gasp.
"Friends?!" He jumped off of Sam and helped him up. "I'm so sorry about that!" Lenny laughed and pulled the gas mask off.
Sam and Dean jumped slightly at the girl standing in front of them. She laughed and shook out her hair, the six inch spiky hair flying everywhere and standing straight out. Her bright blue-green eyes flashed with mirth as she looked the brothers up and down.
"So, you're the Winchesters." She said in a high, quirky voice, wrinkling her freckled nose. Her mouth split in a smile. "Nice." She turned around and ran bare footed to leap over the gate, wrapping Ellen in a hug. She was muttering apologies to the older woman who could only smile and shake her head.
"Lenny?" Dean asked. Sam shook his head and brushed himself off.
"I don't know if I want to know." He muttered, getting back into the Impala.
Dean followed suit and watched Lenny push the gate and swing onto it as it opened. She had her head thrown back in glee as Dean pulled the Impala through the space. They heard the joyous screech of Lenny's laugh as she swung the gate closed again.
The Winchesters shared a look and shook their heads slightly as they turned back to face the front.
When they entered the house, it was oddly quiet. Sam and Dean glanced at each other and followed Ellen deeper into the house.
"Where's Bobby?" Dean tossed to Ellen as they entered the living room. She turned and shrugged.
"Working some case down in Savannah, Georgia. Some spirit wreaking some havoc on some Southern belles. Lenny and I are looking after the place for him." Dean glanced at Sam with raised eyebrows.
"Hmm. Let me guess. Our case isn't going to be nearly that fun?" Dean asked as he leaned against one of the tables covered with books. Ellen shook her head.
"Not quite." She gestured to Lenny who pulled out a bizarre laptop covered in several different colors of duct and electrical tape. "See, there have been a few reports of missing people in this area in Boston." She pointed to the map on the screen. "Nothing too big, but family members have later reported seeing them around town." Dean and Sam shot each other glances.
"Shape shifter," they both mumbled, thinking of their last encounter with shape shifters.
"That's what we thought." Ellen said as she nodded to Lenny. There was a whir as a printer went off. Lenny loped off to get it and stumbled back into the room with a pile of papers in her hand. "These are the specs and some information we gathered about the people themselves." She handed the papers to Sam who nodded his thanks.
"Why didn't Bobby go look into this one?" Dean tossed to Ellen as they headed for the door.
"Don't know. He could have done this one; it was in at least two days before the one in Savannah, but for some reason, he said you guys had to do it. Didn't know why. You just did." Ellen shrugged. "I don't ask him too many questions most days." She said with a sideways smile. Dean and Sam looked at each other and shrugged slightly.
"We'll see you later, Ellen." Sam said with a smile. Ellen laughed and slapped his back.
"Later boys." She said with a smile. "If you do have any questions though, there are some hunters from up in that area that I'm sure would be glad to help." There was a crash and a sudden scream from Lenny inside.
"Uno! No!!!" The sounds of a stomping chase shook the house's first floor. The Winchesters looked at Ellen who could only shrug.
"Lenny's something else." She said with a smile.
"Who is she?" Sam inquired, glancing at the ceiling.
"Ash's sister." She smiled at the looks on their faces. "Is there any doubt?" She laughed.
"Later Ellen." Dean called as he slid into the Impala. He turned the key and shifted into drive, speeding out of the auto yard and out onto the main road leaving Ellen waving goodbye.
"So." Sam said, glancing at Dean.
"Dude, that girl is weird." He glanced at his brother. "And we have seen some weird stuff." Sam laughed and shook his head.
"Well, she is related to Ash, so that's something you should think about."
"Yeah." Dean said, shaking his head to himself. He reached out and turned on the radio. "Now, Sammy, to Boston!" He said with a laugh and Sam shook his head at his older brother with a smile.
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"These news reports say that the disappearances have been occurring around the Harvard campus." Sam said, taking a sip from his soda as Dean devoured his cheeseburger.
"And?" Dean asked with his mouth full.
"And," Sam started, "it could have something to do with what the shape shifter wants. You know, they always want something, so maybe it has something to do with the college." He glanced out the window at the scenery whipping by.
"What, so the shape shifter wants to go to college and they didn't get in to Harvard?" Dean asked, glancing at Sam and back at the road.
"We don't know. That's the problem. We need more information about the campus life. Local stories. I don't know." Dean looked over at his brother as he polished off his burger.
"So we're reporters?" Dean asked with a smirk. "Ellen lied to me." Sam looked at his brother with a questioning expression.
"About what?"
"This hunt being less interesting than Bobby's." He shook his head with a grin. "Sorority girls, Sammy. We have to interview sorority girls." Sam shook his head.
"Dean, I said get the local stories, not throw a mixer."
"What? Come on," Dean urged. "These girls know some very important things, I would bet." Dean reasoned as he turned onto a street in Boston and stopped in front of a restaurant. He put the Impala in park and turned to look at Sam.
"Fine." Sam said, looking at his brother before looking out the window again. "But I get to think of the aliases this time." He muttered. Dean smiled and slapped Sam's back.
"Great!" He threw the door open and got out cheerfully with a slightly sulky Sam in tow. "Why are you in such a grumpy mood?" Dean asked, opening the trunk.
"I didn't get a lot of sleep since our last hunt, Dean." He turned and leaned against the trunk, casting his eyes on the town and people. "I got hung upside down like a slab of meat and they were going to drain my blood." He looked at Dean who shrugged.
"You shoulda had a quicker draw." Dean said unsympathetically. Sam snorted.
"Or you should have gotten there sooner. You've gotten bad at tracking." Dean punched Sam's arm lightly.
"Don't make me embarrass you in front of all these nice people, Sammy."
Sam rolled his eyes and looked back at the crowd with a smile. He scanned the crowd for a moment before he frowned and grabbed Dean's shoulder. Dean looked up with a question on his face. Sam nodded towards a young girl, juggling school books and a tray of coffees.
"Her?" Dean breathed. Sam shook his head slightly. He nodded his head toward the guy behind the girl, watching her as she struggled with a slight, predatory smile. Before Sam could say anything, Dean was striding across the street and straight up to the girl. Sam paled and followed Dean at a run.
"Excuse me, Miss," Dean said to the girl who looked up at him, startled. "Do you need some help?" The girl laughed in a stressed out way.
"You have no idea, honey." Her voice was as thick and dark as molasses and just as sweet. "I'm new and I need to get this back to my house and I just got my books from the post office and I'm really late for this meeting and - wow, I'm sorry. I'm talking kinda fast, aren't I?" She laughed at the expressions on Dean and Sam's faces.
"Don't worry about it. We're used to people talking fast." Sam said, reaching out and taking the coffees from her hand. "We're reporters." The girl smiled up at them brightly.
"Wow. That's cool." She let Dean take four of her textbooks, leaving her with one book and a lab manual.
"I'm Mr. Kent," Dean said kindly before gesturing at Sam, "This is Mr. Parker. We work for the Planet Bugle." He shot the girl a winning smile.
"Well aren't you cute?" She asked Dean, smiling flirtatiously and looking Dean up and down. "Your withers are a little bowed, but you're cuter for that, I think." She laughed at Dean's look of confusion. "Your withers... your legs. You have bow legs, sweetheart." Sam laughed then hid his smile behind a cough.
"Why thank you." He said charmingly, smiling at the girl. He gestured, "Lead the way." She smiled and nodded slightly, setting off down the street.
"So, would you mind if we asked you a few questions?" Sam asked the girl. "Miss...?" She smiled slowly.
"I'm Alicia." She grinned sheepishly and put her index finger on her nose. "I also have to tell you that I'm a Triple O freshman." Sam and Dean shot each other a look as she lowered her hand and her cheeks turned pink.
"What's a Triple O?" Dean asked lightly, pulling a smile from the girl.
"It's a sorority. Omega Omega Omega." She laughed and shook her head. "I'm a new pledge and I'm really excited, but I never thought I would pledge, you know?" She smiled and looked up at them as they turned a corner and made their way onto the campus.
"So, you've been here for a few months?" Dean asked. Alicia nodded.
"Since July. I had to come early for soccer camp and then I went through recruitment." She laughed. "I can't wait for Initiation in October."
"Sounds fun?" Sam asked with a smile. "So do you know anything about the town itself? Anything interesting that you learned?" She glanced over at Sam and her forehead creased in thought.
"Well, there's nothing that really jumps out at me other than the old stories from the college." She laughed. "And there are always ghost stories in a sorority."
"What kind of ghost stories?" Dean asked. She looked from one of them to the other.
"What exactly are you guys writing about?" Her brow was furrowed with suspicion as she paused in front of an old wine-colored Victorian with a white sign on the lawn. There were three black symbols on the sign and flowers of every color planted under and around it.
"We're doing a piece on local ghost stories for Halloween coming up." Sam tossed to her as he glanced away from the house and to her face. "We're focusing in on the sorority angle for our female readers." He shot her a winning smile and received a smile in return.
"Hm. Don't they have female reporters to do this?"
"All busy doing something more important, or so they all said." Dean said with an aggrieved air. Alicia laughed.
"Yeah. I can see that being the case. It's not very interesting. Honestly, it's the same stuff over and over again with different variations on it. There's one about a girl who hung herself but no one knows why. Fell in love with a professor and he left her, didn't get a part in a ballet that she wanted, or she was made fun of or killed in a secret club ritual." She shook her head. "I don't actually know a lot. You should ask my house mothers, Theresa and Natasha."
"Do you think we could talk to them?" Sam asked kindly.
"Sure. I wouldn't see why not." She smiled and walked toward the front of the house. "I'll need you to wait in the common room and I'll go get them." She said as they entered the house. She motioned to the bench sitting next to the door. "I'll be back in just a sec." She smiled and disappeared up the stairs.
"Dude," Dean whispered, "this is awesome!" Sam rolled his eyes and nodded at the three girls that walked past them whispering and looking back at them with smiles.
"They seem to like you. Why don't you go talk to them?" He suggested, leaning back against the wall and pulling down the sleeves of his flannel shirt. "I'm too tired to care anymore." He muttered, shutting his eyes.
"Who are you?" A high-pitched, Valley-girl accent cut through Sam's rest. His eyes flashed open and he took in a tall girl with long, straight blonde hair. He took in the tight shirt and mini-skirt in a flash before sitting up straight.
"Uh, I'm Mr. Parker, this is Mr. Kent." Sam said as Dean looked the girl up and down with a small smile playing about his lips. She blinked her bright green eyes at them and nodded slightly.
"And you're here... why?" She asked, looking slightly stern and a little bit frightened for some reason.
"Oh, are you one of the house mothers here?" She nodded at Sam, her smile almost empty of emotion. He stood up and held out his hand. She took his hand and shook it softly, like she didn't know how to shake hands well.
"Yes. I'm Theresa, Mr.-" she looked him up and down slowly before focusing back on his eyes, "Parker." She smiled slightly and looked over at Dean. "Mr. Kent." Her voice got slightly colder when she said it and Sam glanced at Dean.
"What can I help you with today, gentlemen?" She asked sweetly as she directed them into a sitting room. She sat primly on the edge a couch decorated with cabbage sized roses and motioned for them to do the same on the one across from her. They sat hesitantly on the hideous couch and Dean cleared his throat.
"We're doing a piece on local ghost stories and we ran into Alicia who told us that you and the other house mother-"
"Natasha." She supplied.
"Yes, Natasha. Well, we were told that you girls knew some interesting stories." He smiled charmingly at her. Her smile was icy.
"You've certainly come to the right place." She said cheerfully, pushing her bangs from her eyes absently. "Natasha and I have been researching the history around here for a long time." She smiled at Sam's raised eyebrows. "We're history majors and I personally just love old stories. Some of them are just so romantic." She said and sighed happily. Dean looked over at Sam with a smile.
"I'll just bet they are." Dean said and turned to look at the doorway as a brunette walked through it. She pulled her coat closer to her body and walked in with a smile until she saw Dean's face. She paled slightly and covered it up quickly with a smile, but Sam noticed and filed it away for later.
"Alicia said that there was someone here to talk to me." She said in the same voice as Theresa. Said blonde nodded and motioned for her friend to sit next to her.
"This is Mr. Parker and Mr. Kent." The two girls smiled at each other as Natasha sat on the couch.
"And I can help you how?" The brunette asked, pulling her really long, stick-straight hair over her shoulder and focusing her bright blue eyes on Dean's face. He swallowed and cleared his throat.
"Well we were wondering if there was any way that we could talk to you two about the local ghost stories around here. We're doing a piece for our paper." She nodded and smiled slightly.
"Anything we can do to help." She said with a slightly off smile.
The two girls told them all the ghost stories they could think of about the college and the local areas before the big grandfather clock on the wall struck three. They looked at each other and back at Sam and Dean.
"We're really sorry, but we'll have to cut this interview short." Theresa said as she stood up and stretched slightly. Natasha nodded and followed suit.
"We've got some very important people coming to visit the house today and we've still got house clean up to do." Natasha said and gestured to the door. Sam and Dean reluctantly went to the door and turned to smile at the two girls.
"It was certainly a pleasure to meet you two." Theresa said with a smile and Natasha nodded.
"You too." Sam said with a smile. The older Winchester smiled and they went out the door, walking down the stairs and back down the street to where they had left the Impala.
Theresa and Natasha stood at the front window of the house in the sitting room and looked out, watching the Winchesters walk away.
"That the one you had the dream about too?" Theresa asked quietly in her native British accent. Natasha nodded and nibbled on her bottom lip.
"That other guy the other one?" She asked in her Southern drawl just as quietly. Theresa nodded and snorted slightly.
"Reporters, my ass." They both smiled. "Good idea on names for that job, though. They're comic book fans, that we know."
"We don't have to worry about them though." Natasha said as she pushed her bangs from her eyes. "We still have that hunt to go on tonight." Theresa nodded.
"I know. They're not a threat." She pursed her lips and sighed, letting the curtains fall in to their proper place. "Probably just some thrill seekers wanting some glory like those Ghostfacer wankers." She shook her head, dismissing the thoughts inside, and assumed her fake voice.
"Alright girls," she called, walking into the television room, "time for clean up!" The girls let off a chorus of groans and got up reluctantly from the couch.
Natasha watched Theresa rustle all the girls up and herd them into the kitchen, but she didn't follow right away. She glanced out the window again, her brow furrowed in worry as she thought of the dream and the look of fear on Dean's face. She closed her eyes and her dream flashed in her mind.
"Please….it just….hurts…too much…I can't take it much longer."
The screams echoed in her mind. Her eyes flashed open as she looked at the real Dean's retreating back. She shook her head before going into the kitchen, ignoring the chills that ran down her spine.
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Dean slid into the driver's seat and shut the door. He glanced over at his brother who shrugged.
"Well that was almost useless." Dean said, tossing his notebook into the backseat.
"We did learn that those two know a lot." Sam said thoughtfully, thinking about the looks that both of the girls had gotten on their faces when they saw Dean.
"A whole lotta nothing." Dean muttered, starting the Impala and merging into traffic. Sam frowned in thought and opened his cell phone, dialing Ellen's number.
"Hello?" She answered after three rings.
"Hey Ellen, it's Sam." He heard the smile in her voice when she answered.
"Hey Sam. What can I do you for?"
"I remember you saying something about other hunters in the area that we could look up and talk to." Sam glanced at his brother who was watching the girls from the college walk through the crosswalk. He shook his head and looked out the window.
"Yeah." She laughed. "Their names are Tyler and Tosh. Two really good hunters. Not much has been heard from them though." She made a small sound. "You really should talk to Ash about them though; he knows them better than I do, but no one really knows much. You know how it is." Sam nodded to himself.
"Thanks Ellen." He said with a smile. She laughed as there was a giant crash in the background and Lenny yelled.
"No problem, Sam." She said distractedly. He closed his cell phone and sighed, leaning back in the seat.
"Well, those other hunters Ellen told us about?" Dean nodded. "No one's heard from them in months and they were quiet to begin with." Sam said despondently. Dean shrugged.
"No worries. We'll do fine without them." Sam shrugged and yawned.
"I guess so. I just want to lie down." He mumbled, his eyes watering as he yawned again. "I do think that they'd be able to help us out a little bit with the layout of the town or the politics of the creatures at least." Dean shrugged and pulling into the parking lot of a motel.
"Tyler and Tosh." He muttered to himself, rolling the names around in his mouth. "Sounds kinda lame." He grinned over at Sam who just stared at him. "What?"
"You know we've heard worse from hunters before." Sam replied, getting out of the car and grabbing his bags from the backseat.
"Yeah." Dean agreed, heading toward the office of the motel.
Sam glanced up at the name of the motel. The Wayward Lass. The boating paraphernalia all over the place should have tipped him off to what the theme for this motel was. He waited for Dean and followed him to the room when his brother exited the office.
"I'm betting sailboats." Dean said, calling what decoration would be on the dividers. Sam shook his head.
"It'll be girls. Sad or hanged or dead from heartbreak." Sam mumbled, following Dean into the room.
"Well damn." Dean said, turning from the divider filled with mourning girls to Sam with an incredulous look on his face. He dug in his pocket and slapped the five dollar bill into Sam's hand. The taller Winchester smiled and flopped down on the bed.
"Wake me up when we're doing something." Sam said, asleep within seconds of hitting the mattress.
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Dean stared out into the night and sighed in boredom as Sam nodded in and out of sleep. The two of them were sitting in the Impala, watching Sorority Circle for anything suspicious. The hands of his watch read twelve twenty-two when Dean noticed two shadows move from behind the Triple O house.
"Sammy?" Dean reached over and went to shake his brother.
Sam jumped awake at the sound of his name, not wanting his brother to repeat the waking that he had given before.
"What?" Sam asked blearily, rubbing his eyes.
"There's someone moving behind the sorority house." Dean said quietly, locking his eyes onto the shadows as they got into a car. He turned the Impala on and followed the car far enough back that the people inside wouldn't notice them.
"This should be fun." Sam muttered to himself as he straightened his clothes.
Dean stayed back enough to almost lose the car several times. He noted the car's make and model.
"Damn. '67 Mustang. Nice condition too." He said as he glanced at Sam who was still blinking sleepily. "Wakey wakey, Sammy. We need to be on our toes here." Sam nodded and yawned, shaking his head to clear it.
They followed the Mustang to an old hotel, the building barely holding together. Dean parked the Impala and turned off the lights, holding himself still as he watched the two forms get out of the car and go up to the front door, looking around. The taller one bent down and worked the lock open as the shorter one looked around sharply.
"They look..." Dean started.
"Professional." Sam finished for him, glancing at his brother.
"Well if they are just thrill seekers, they have some experience." Dean commented, opening the door and going around to the trunk for the arsenal. He opened it and propped the lid with a shotgun.
"What if they aren't just thrill seekers?" Sam asked quietly. He loaded a shotgun with salt and put silver rounds into his handgun. "One of them might be a shape shifter." Dean shot Sam a look.
"What if... No." Dean shook his head. "Shape shifters don't team up with other shape shifters." He pumped the shotgun and slung the rig across his shoulder. "Let's go, Sammy. Even if it's nothing, we can at least check it out."
Sam and Dean walked cautiously up to the door, pushing it open slightly and calling a slight creak from the hinges. They edged inside and blinked in the gloom, letting their eyes adjust. The door shut by itself, slowly, until they heard the lock click into place. They glanced at each other.
"Let me guess," Dean whispered, "there's a haunting here, isn't there?" He shook his head as they approached the front desk, studying the dust and the dilapidated shelves holding together by one rusty nail.
"That's what I would guess." Sam said quietly, looking up at the ceiling with foreboding.
"Shit." Dean spat, shaking his head as he switched out his handgun for his shotgun. Sam kept his handgun and edged towards the stairs.
"Hey." He breathed, motioning Dean over, and pointed up the stairs to a tiny difference in the light and shadows moving around. Dean glanced at him and over at the second set of stairs across the room.
"I'll take this one." Sam exhaled, edging up the stairs as Dean made his way across the lobby to the second staircase.
Sam slowly moved up the stairs, stepping on the dusty footprints on the stairs so he wouldn't crash through one of them. He skimmed against the wall, sliding up slowly, his eyes searching for something to jump out at him. He crested the top of the stairs, slowly turning to see a room in front of him with the doors open.
He edged into the dirty, dusty parlor and looked down at the gear on the ground, noting how familiar the materials looked. He was about to bend down when he heard a creak behind him. He spun, his gun level with the chest of a girl who had a gun aimed at his throat.
"Don't fucking move." She said in a sharp British accent, her long curly hair pushed back from her face. Her green eyes were dancing with anger as she glared at him. Surprise filled them just as fast. "What the hell do you think you're doing here?" She demanded.
"I could ask you the same thing," Sam retorted, his gun steadily aimed at her chest.
"I'm a hunter. It's my job to be here." She was angry again, her free hand balled into a fist. He shook his head slightly.
"You can't be a hunter." He said it without thinking about it as he looked her up and down, taking in the tight jeans, black t-shirt, and blood red leather jacket. Her eyes went from hot to icy in a flash.
"That so?" Her voice was frosty as she looked him up and down unabashedly. "I could say the same thing about you… Sam." He jumped slightly.
"How did you know my name?" He demanded to know. She laughed slightly.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." She muttered almost to herself. She quirked her head and glanced behind Sam with a smile. "Hello Dean." Her voice was angry and a little frightened. Sam glanced over to his brother as he moved around them, his shotgun pointed at the girl.
"You should be putting that gun down now, babe." Dean said forcefully. The girl shivered exaggeratedly.
"Ooh. Someone's so tough." She spat, her eyes still on Sam. She kept looking at him in the oddest way, like she was getting ready to eat him alive and that he would enjoy it. He shifted uncomfortably and tried to keep the expression from affecting him.
"Damn right I'm tough. Now drop the gun." He demanded. She sighed and smiled condescendingly.
"So sorry, Deanie. I really wish I could. It's a shame to have such a delicious thing at gunpoint," she purred about Sam, "but I don't think my partner would agree with that."
"Partner?" Dean asked before he heard a click behind his ear and felt the cold barrel of a shotgun against his ear.
"Yep. Partner." A girl with a thick drawl said, her teeth glinting in the light from the lamp on the floor. "You boys are screwing up our hunt." Dean glanced back and paled in frustration.
"House mothers my ass." He spat, still holding the gun. The blonde snorted.
"Reporters my ass." She said, shaking her curly hair from her shoulders. "You got him, Tosh?" The brunette nodded.
"Yeah." She suddenly gasped quietly as her friend's bracelet lit up. "Ty."
"Shit. Shit!" Tyler spat, holstering her gun and running into Sam, shoving him against the wall and leaning on him. He fought her slightly, pushing against her. She only shoved harder. "Don't fight me!"
He stopped fighting, his chest rising and falling fast as he stared at her. She stared at him hard.
"I need you to trust me." She said softly, pulling his face close to hers.
"What's going on?" He asked just as softly.
"This spirit hates men." She whispered, covering his eyes with her hand. "I'm really sorry about this." He wrinkled his brow in confusion.
"About what?" He asked.
"You'll see."
Across the room, Tosh slammed Dean into the wall, pushing her body against his.
"Wow, you're really eager." He gasped as she squished him into the wall. She smiled angrily and put her hand over his eyes.
"Shut up and close your eyes." She slapped her hand over his eyes and snuck a glance over her shoulder. Dean went to reply snappily and Tosh slapped her other hand over his mouth.
"Just shut the hell up, Dean, and you might survive." She drawled, leaning closer to his face and taking a deep breath.
"HEY JOE! WHERE YOU GOING WITH WITH GUN IN YOUR HAND?! HEY JOE! I SAID WHERE YOU GOIN' WITH THAT GUN IN YOUR HAND?! I'M GOING DOWN TO SHOOT MY OLD LADY! YOU KNOW I'VE CAUGHT HER MESSING AROUND WITH ANOTHER MAN!!!" Dean winced at the terrible sound coming from Tosh's mouth. Sam was in the same boat as Dean with Tyler leaning into his body screaming.
"CHAKA KHAN! CANINE TELL US! COLD EEL CAN YOU HAVE AN EYE OUT?! TELL US OH DEAR! CLEVER ON A PHONE TREE! MISSING SINCE THE FOURTEENTH! ANNIE HAS COW CHEESE MISSING IN THE WANTING! SHANGHAI! CANINE TELL US!"
Sam felt something akin to clawing fingers going through his mind. He pulled Tyler closer and buried his head into her neck and she screamed the song into his ear to drown out the sounds of the screeching of the spirit.
Dean moaned in pain and clutched at his head, trying to push Tosh away, thinking it was her voice that was causing the pain in his head.
"You stupid ASS!" She screamed, pulling him closer and locking her arms around him. "If her voice gets inside your head, you are through!" She ground him into the wall again and started screaming the song again. "I'M GOING DOWN TO SHOOT MY OLD LADY! YOU KNOW I'VE CAUGHT HER MESSING AROUND WITH ANOTHER MAN!"
Dean's eyes burned with the image of a woman reaching out to him, her hands formed into clawed hooks. Her hair was flowing around her head wildly and when she turned to go toward Sam, Dean noticed the back of her head was missing. Tosh reached up and pulled his face down, pressing her lips to his and biting his lips hard, sliding her tongue into his mouth. He almost pulled back before he pushed closer to her, his hand sliding up behind her head and holding it there.
She screamed into his mouth in pain as she was wrenched away and tossed into the wall across the room. Dean slapped his hands to his ears and slid down the wall, his eyes screwed shut against the light.
"Why'd you do it, Andrew?!" The spirit screeched, reaching out to grab Dean and shake him, tossing him from one side of the room to the other. He slid down the wall and lay in a crumpled heap.
Tyler screamed lyrics into Sam's ear, pulling him away from the wall slowly toward the middle of the room where their gear lay. The spirit grabbed Dean and threw him into another wall, dust raining down on them when he hit. Tyler reached down, groping for the salt shotgun and her fingers brushed across it as the spirit turned its attention on Sam.
"ANDREW?!" She screamed shrilly, pulling Sam from Tyler's grasp and pushing the blonde back against the wall forcefully. Tyler's head cracked back against the wall and her vision wavered before she threw herself into the middle of the room, rolling and coming up again with the shotgun aimed at the spirit. She pulled the trigger and the spirit evaporated with an angry cry.
Tyler flopped back flat onto the floor and panted in relief, pressing the bridge of her nose in attempt to relieve some of the pressure. Sam stumbled over to Dean, pushing his bloody hair from his face. He leaned over to shake his brother and Tyler paled. She jumped up and slumped against a chair as the world tilted slightly.
Struggling to remain on her feet, she staggered over to Tosh and felt the brunette's pulse. Satisfied that her partner was still alive, Tyler kicked her gently and moved to gather up the gear. She slung the bag over her shoulder and kept the shotgun out.
"Listen Sam, you and your brother need to get out of here. I didn't want to torch the whole building, but now we've got no choice." She looked over at Tosh who was blinking and groaning as she pushed herself to her feet using the wall.
"I blame you." She hissed at Dean who just looked at her, blood running down his face.
"Come on." Tyler commanded, herding them out of the room and scanning the area for the spirit. The woman was oddly quiet as they exited the room and made their way down the stairs. She waited until they were all on the porch to throw one last punch at Sam who stumbled forward into Tyler who fell into Tosh who pushed Dean off the porch, the older Winchester making a very unmanly sound as he tumbled into the bushes.
"I hate ghosts." Sam muttered as he rose, rubbing his head and pulling Tyler to her feet. She sent him a frustrated glance before throwing a lit match onto the pile of straw on the porch. The pile went up with a whoosh and followed a trail of kerosene all the way around the house. Sam glanced at Tyler who shrugged.
"We planned ahead." She said simply, jumping off of the porch into the same bush where Dean had fallen.
"No thanks to you two." Tosh said bitterly as she lay in the bush next to Tyler.
"Hey, we didn't know who you were." Dean said, pulling himself from the shrubbery and straightening out his clothes. "Tyler and Tosh?" The girls nodded. "You're supposed to be some of the best." He said half to himself.
"Hn." Tyler mumbled incoherently. Tosh leaned closer. "I hate my job sometimes." The brunette climbed out of the bush and laughed.
"All hunters say that, Ty." The blonde groaned as her partner pulled her from the plant and set her on her feet.
"I know." She whined slightly. "But this time I mean it." She put her palm to her forehead and closed her eyes. "Do you think you can drive?" Tosh's eyebrows shot up.
"Did you just ask me to drive?" Tyler nodded. "You must be really hurt to ask that." The blonde shot her friend a glare and went to get into the passenger side of the Mustang.
"Uh, excuse me." Dean said as he and Sam stood there, watching the girls talk to each other. They turned and looked at the Winchesters like they had forgotten their existence.
"What?" Tosh asked angrily.
"What are you doing?" Dean demanded, looking from the grimacing blonde to the bloody brunette.
"Uh, we're going home." The brunette said, getting into the car and closing the door. Tyler stood in the open door, looking at them for a few seconds before she sighed and leaned into the car, whispering something to Tosh. They argued for a few seconds before Tyler leaned back out.
"You can come too, if you need somewhere to stay for tonight." She said kindly, acting like she wasn't holding her head to keep it from throbbing its way off her body. Sam glanced at Dean who shrugged.
"Sounds good." Sam said, getting into the driver's seat and starting the Impala. He followed the Mustang as it pulled out of the lot and headed back to the house.
"Something's not right." Dean said as he leaned back, holding his bloody nose with fast food napkins. Sam glanced at him and nodded.
"For hunters, they're very nice to invite us back to their house." Sam said, deep in thought. Dean glanced at his brother and saw the wheels turning.
"And...?"
"And," Sam said with a smile, "something's going on here with these two." He glanced at his brother. "I don't know what's wrong yet, but there's definitely something." Dean shrugged and leaned his head back again.
"At this point, I just want some beer. Besides," he said with a slight smile, "they may be hunters, but they're sorority girls. What can they possibly do?"
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A/N: Oh Dean… you poor fool. :D
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