Thanks for all the reviews everyone! Anyone else slightly disappointed in the midseason finale? Maybe this will keep you guys entertained during part of the wait for the new episode. Enjoy the next chapter!
Driving to Indiana was boring, arriving at the hotel was boring, putting on that stupid fed suit just plain sucked, but all it took was one pretty girl to make all these things worth it for Dean. He'd told Sam not to wait up for him, which was good because- well… He had managed to keep himself rather well occupied that night.
Although, something was bothering him the morning after. Like he had forgotten something. Oh yeah, looking for a witch or finding out anything that could've been useful for their hunt. Whoops. Hopefully Sam's research was more fruitful than Dean's.
Miniscule bouts of guilt crept into Dean's stomach as he approached their hotel room. All guilt was swept away almost instantly when he saw Sam's expression as he entered the room. He was excited. His research must've paid off.
"Dean, I think I got it!" Sam announced eagerly. "Sounds like a spirit, and I know who too."
Luck. About time. Dean plopped down beside Sam, and dropped the bag of food he had brought with him on the table. "Awesome. What you got?"
Oh no. He had unleashed the geek. "So, back in the late 1800's slash early 1900's, there was this woman from La Porte Indiana, Belle Gunness. She was one of America's top ten serial killers. She murdered most of her husbands and boyfriends, and, get this, even her own children."
"You serious?"
"Wish I wasn't. Killed them for the life insurance."
"People are sick, man."
Sam nodded. "No kidding. She also lured men from other countries to her farm, and then she'd kill them too. She stuffed their bodies under the floorboards of this old shed."
Dean's stomach was beginning to rebel against the half pound burger he had eaten earlier.
"Here's where the connections come in." Sam went on. "Once the bodies were found, they all had missing f-"
"If you mention missing fingernails and teeth one more time, I'm gonna puke. And I'll aim for you."
Sam shrank back a little. "Sorry. So, yeah. You get the picture."
"So, if she's from La Porte, what's her spirit doing here?"
Sam's eyes darted away from Dean. His hand rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
"Sam?"
"It- it's not pleasant reasoning."
Great. "Screw it. Just tell me."
Secretly, Sam was enjoying Dean's discomfort. Knowing Dean, he'd spent the entire day hitting on girls at a bar until one of them was ditsy enough to fall for Dean's stupid pickup lines. Sam was the one that actually did all the work. To him, this was payback. He suppressed a sneaky grin. "Back in 1904, a woman from Blair was discovered, and all of her teeth had been pulled out."
"What did I tell you about the teeth thing?"
Being a little brother for twenty two years had made Sam a pretty decent actor, especially when it came to the innocent act. "Hey, it's a necessary evil, Dean." His little grin gave him away, but he continued. "Anyway, looks like Belle ripped out the woman's teeth," Emphasis was prominent in those five words, "And- brace yourself- put them in her own mouth."
Okay, that was it. "Now you're just trying to make me sick."
Even though he wasn't exaggerating, Sam couldn't help but laugh at his brother's response. "I'm not, I swear! I don't have any idea why, but it's the truth."
Rubbing both hands over his face, Dean grumbled, "I hate people. Just- just skip to why her spirit's here."
Rolling his eyes with a little smirk, Sam knew he had won. "Belle was on the run at that point in her life. When she killed that woman, she dumped the body in the woods."
"Like- the woods woods?"
"Yeah, those woods. The locals at the time were pretty superstitious, even back then, so they buried the woman in the woods, and built a little shrine over the grave. That's where the whole pile of rocks thing came from."
"In the movie it was just a warning though, right? Three kids went into the woods, they found three little rock piles outside their tent one morning, and then they all died."
"It comes from a different tradition though. The rocks stood as a grave marker, and they tied sticks to the trees as some kind of honouring for the deceased. That's where the movie got the idea."
"Okay, so you've given me the background for the movie, but you still ain't explained why Belle's spirit is in Blair."
"Getting there. When Belle died, she got cremated. She didn't have any remains to latch on to, but… She still had the woman's teeth."
"So…" It took Dean a moment, but then he realized. "She's linked to the other chick's body cuz she's still got her teeth?"
"I think so."
"Think that if we burn mystery girl's corpse that it'll take care of the Blair Bitch?"
Sam chuckled, his dimples making his smile all the more adorable. "That's what I'm hoping. But what's gonna suck is getting into the woods, finding where she's buried, without drawing attention to ourselves. If Belle finds out what we're up to, she's gonna get pissed."
"We were on a roll a minute ago, don't step on the moment now."
"We got a lot that could get in the way, though. Belle's spirit, stupid kids trying to sneak in on a dare, cops'll be everywhere trying to keep 'em out. And you know people probably tainted the place by putting up their own crap, and trying to pass it off as the witch's doing."
Dean sighed. "You're right, that is gonna suck."
Sam nodded once more. "When should we head out to the woods?"
"Well, it'd be nice to get a whole day, so how about we leave first thing tomorrow?"
"You gonna be conscious by then?"
"I won't be doing any jumping jacks, but I can do it."
"Alright. Morning it is."
"I told you you were gonna be a pain in the ass if you got up this early."
Weakly and tiredly, Dean swatted Sam's arm. "You're a pain in the ass." He grumbled. His retorts weren't the best this time of day. The sun had barely risen, the leaves surrounding their feet at the forest floor beamed in the sun's rays; their oranges and reds creating a nature made mosaic.
"How should we do this?" Dean asked. "Split up? If she likes taking people in pairs-"
"I'm gonna stop you there." Sam interrupted. "She doesn't exclusively grab people in twos, we're a lot safer if we stick together. Trust me."
"Fine, fine. And I guess we'll be able to watch each other's back better this way."
"Yeah. Those cops probably won't buy our FBI story for too long. At least if we're here early we might not run into any kids, at least not for a while." As they trudged forward, he added, "You got the map with you?"
Dean reached into his back pocket, and pulled it out. "Got it right here. And if you throw it into the river, I'm throwing you in right after it,"
"This isn't the movie, Dean."
As their banter continued, there was a sudden snap from behind them.
"You hear that?" Dean asked, his voice instantly turning to a whisper.
"Unfortunately." Sam grabbed his gun filled with rock salt, and whipped it towards the direction of the sound.
"Thought killings only happened at night."
"Well, bodies were found in the morning. Disappearances could have happened anytime." Sam's danger radar was rising. His finger twitched on the trigger, but not enough to set it off.
Before Dean got the chance to reach for his own gun, he was grabbed by an invisible force, and it hurled him into a tree, headfirst.
"Dean!" Sam shouted in panic. He could already see a cut across Dean's forehead, blood tricking down his temple. Sam rushed forward to help him, but he felt something take hold of him, and then shove him into a tree as well.
Before he blacked out, he saw a large woman flickering in and out of view, but then her, and everything else, simply faded away.
Oops, did I kidnap the boys by mistake? Nope, that was definitely on purpose. Most of the stuff about Belle Gunness was true, the only parts I made up were about the woman who lost her teeth being from Blair. Everything else did happen, as sick as it is. There'll be some (a lot) of Winchester blood next chapter, so fair warning. Drop a review if y'all've got the time, and I'll see you soon!
