Supernatural: Hook Man
A/N: Would've loaded this sooner, but the internet connection is driving me crazy at home due to construction that's been going on for a while now. Oh well, that's how life goes sometimes.
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CHAPTER TWO: HOOK MAN STRIKES AGAIN
Rev. Sorensen pulled up in the driveway of the sorority house, Lori sitting quietly beside him. She knew that her dad didn't want her to go back, but she needed to. "I know this is your first time really living alone since Mom died," she said.
"That's not it," Rev. Sorensen protested. 'I worry about you."
Lori sighed, frustrated that her dad was bring this up again. "There are 22 girls in there and it's perfectly safe."
"That's exactly what I'm worried about," Rev. Sorensen stated. "You don't think I know what goes on in there?" he asked.
"Dad, do we have to have this argument again?" Lori asked angrily. "I'm over 18. I can live my own life."
"Oh, which means, drinking, partying with that roommate of yours!" Rev. Sorensen snapped, loosing his temper.
"I'm an adult," Lori declared, having had enough. "I can take care of myself. Good night." And she got out of the car.
"Lori!" Rev. Sorensen shouted. "Lori, come⦠Lori!" but she slammed the door and left.
Lori was walking up the stairs, passing two other girls going downstairs and stopped at a girl's bedroom doorway; there was a long scratch on the wall leading up to the doorway. Inside, the girl was working at her computer, so Lori ignored the strange scratch and walked into her bedroom. She was about to turn on the light when she saw that Taylor sleeping and stopped.
"Taylor, you awake?" Lori whispered; Taylor didn't respond to her, but kept on sleeping. Smiling slightly, Lori left her alone and went into the bathroom to get ready for bed.
Dean, Liz, and Sam drove up and got out of the car; Dean opened the trunk and handed Sam a rifle. "Here you go," he said.
"If it is a spirit, buckshot won't do much good," Sam remarked, opening the barrels to check the inside.
"Yeah, rock salt," Dean said, handing a couple of bullet-shape containers filled with salt to Sam.
"Huh," Sam remarked, impressed. "Salt being a spirit deterrent."
Both Dean and Liz took out a coil of rope each, and shut the trunk.
"Yeah. It won't kill 'em," Dean agreed. "But it'll slow 'em down." And they started walking toward the trees.
"I still think we need some iron," Liz added. "You know, in case the salt can't hold this spirit back long enough."
"We'll have some on the next job, Liz."
"That's pretty good," Sam cut in, interrupting a possible fight. "You two and Dad think of this?"
"I told you," Dean said. "You don't have to be a college graduate to be a genius." Just then, they heard noises among the trees and stopped walking; Sam raised his gun and looked around.
"Over there," Dean whispered, nodding toward the trees. "Over there."
Sam aimed the gun and cocked it; a figure came out from behind the trees, and it was the sheriff.
"Put the gun down now!" the sheriff ordered. "Now! Put your hands behind your head."
"W-w-wait, okay, okay!" Dean shouted as he, Liz, and Sam dropped the gun and rope onto the ground; they then put their hands behind their heads.
"Now get down on your knees," the sheriff ordered. "Come on, do it! On your knees!" and they got down. "Now get down on your bellies. Come on, do it!"
"He had the gun!" Dean complained as they laid down.
"Oh, be quiet, Dean," Liz grumbled.
Lori came out of the bathroom in her pajamas, watched Taylor shift slightly in her sleep, and got into bed; little did Lori know, the Hook Man was waiting inside the open closet.
When the next morning dawned, Lori rolled over in her bed and opened her eyes, instantly spotting a puddle of blood on the floor. Her eyes grew impossibly wide when she realized that the blood was dripping from Taylor's bed. Taylor was dead, and there was blood everywhere.
"Oh my God!" Lori screamed, sitting up, and then looked at the wall near Taylor's bed. Written in blood and carved into the wall were the words 'Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?' Underneath the words was a large cross with four smaller crosses surrounding it, also written and carved in blood. Lori screamed again.
After spending the night in a cell and having a serious talk with the sheriff, Dean, Liz, and Sam were soon leaving the building.
"Saved your ass!" Dean declared to Sam. "Talked the sheriff down to a fine. Dude, I am Matlock."
"Yeah, and I'm Nancy Drew," Liz complained, suffering a headache again.
"But how?" Sam asked, confused and annoyed.
"I told him you were a dumbass pledge and that we were hazing you," Dean answered, impressed with himself.
"What about the shotgun?" Sam asked, now annoyed.
"I said that you were hunting ghosts and the spirits were repelled by rock salt," Dean explained. "You know, typical Hell Week prank."
Sam couldn't believe it. "And he believed you?"
"Well, you look like a dumbass pledge," Dean teased as they reached the car, and managed to avoid being elbowed by Liz again.
Seconds later, several cops ran out of the building and sped away in police cars. Watching this, Sam, Liz, and Dean exchanged a look. Something was going on.
Lori, wrapped in a blanket, was sitting in the back of a parked ambulance when Sam, Liz, and Dean drove by. They saw her before going around the corner and out of sight.
"I just want to take her home," Rev. Sorensen requested.
"I understand that, Reverend," the sheriff said. "But Lori's now connected to two murders, and I can't ignore that."
"Listen to me," Rev. Sorensen said seriously. "Arrest her now, or let me take her home."
The sheriff thought about it for a second. "Make sure she's available for questioning," he said.
"Thank you," the Reverend said gratefully, and he walked over to Lori. "Sweetheart, you ready to go home?" he asked, and she nodded.
Lori stood up and started walking with him.
Dean, Liz, and Sam parked their car on another street before walking around to the back of Lori's sorority.
"Why would the Hook Man come here?" Sam wondered. "This is a long way from 9 Mile Road."
"Maybe he's not haunting the scene of his crime," Dean suggested as they snuck across the driveway. "Maybe it's about something else."
"But what?" Liz wondered.
Just then, two sorority girls came out the side entrance of the building, so Sam, Liz, and Dean leaned against the side of the house next to some bushes to hide themselves.
"Dude, sorority girls!" Dean exclaimed, excited. "Think we'll see a naked pillow fight?"
Liz rolled her eyes and punched his shoulder to get his attention. "Return to reality, Dean!" Liz hissed.
Grunting, Dean turned around and saw that Sam was trying to climb onto the balcony of the house. Sighing, he helped him up, he also helped Liz up, and then climbed up himself. Once they were up there, they snuck in Lori's window one at a time, and Dean accidentally fell on top of Sam and Liz.
"Oh, sorry!" he whispered after Liz smacked him again.
"Be quiet," Sam hissed.
"Me be quiet? You be quiet!" Dean hissed.
"You be quiet!" Sam hissed back.
"You both be quiet!" Liz hissed at them both.
Sam carefully opened the door slightly and saw another sheriff leaving the bedroom; he waited until the sheriff went downstairs and then opened the closet door. Once in Lori's bedroom, Sam, Liz, who instantly sneezed, and Dean saw the writing on the wall.
"Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?" Sam read, stunned. "That's right out of the legend."
"Yeah, that's classic Hook Man all right," Dean remarked as Liz ended up sneezing again, and he tapped his nose. "It's definitely a spirit."
"Yeah, I've never smelled ozone this strong before," Sam agreed as both Dean and Liz moved over to the window. "Hey, come here." They walked back over to Sam, who pointed to the cross symbol beneath the writing. "Does that look familiar to you?" he asked.
Dean, Liz, and Sam returned to the Impala, sat on the hood, and looked at a picture of the cross symbol that they'd found during their research.
"It's the same symbol," Sam declared. "Seems like it is the spirit of Jacob Carnes."
"All right, let's find the dude's grave, salt and burn the bones, and put him down," Dean suggested.
"Yeah, and before he kills anyone else," Liz agreed, wanting this spirit dealt with.
"After execution, Jacob Carnes was laid to rest in an Old North Cemetery," Sam read. "In an unmarked grave." And they all were annoyed.
"Super," Dean and Liz both groaned.
"Okay, so we know it's Jacob Carnes," Sam agreed. "But we still don't know where he'll manifest next. Or why."
"I'll take a wild guess about why," Dean said, discovering a ticket under the windshield wiper and realized he'd parked next to a fire hydrant. "I think your little friend Lori has something to do with this." And they got in the car.
The fraternity Sam and Dean had crashed in was having a loud party that night, so Liz was able to sneak in and join her brothers.
"Hey," Sam said the moment he saw her, dragging Dean behind her.
"Man, you've been holding out on me," Dean told Sam, impressed. "This college thing is awesome!" and he winked and smiled at a passing girl.
"This wasn't really my experience," Sam admitted.
"Let me guess. Libraries, studying, straight A's?" Dean asked, and Sam nodded. "What a geek. Alright, you do your homework?"
"Yeah," Sam answered, unrolling several pieces of papers. "It was bugging me, right? I couldn't figure out how the Hook Man tied up with Lori, but I think I finally came up with something."
"1932. Clergyman arrested for murder," Dean read, Liz peering over his shoulder. "1967. Seminarian held in hippie rampage."
"There's a pattern here," Sam explained. "In both cases, the suspect was a man of religion who openly preached against immorality. And then found himself wanted for killings he claimed were the work of an invisible force. Killings carried out get this with a sharp instrument."
Dean and Liz exchanged a surprised look. "What's the connection to Lori?" he asked.
"A man of religion? Who openly preaches against immorality?" Sam hinted, and both Dean and Liz suddenly understood, and it was a scary thought. "Except maybe this time, instead of saving the whole town, he's just trying to save his only daughter," he added.
"Reverend Sorensen. You think he's summoning the spirit?" Dean asked.
"Maybe," Sam said, shrugging. "Or, you know how a poltergeist can haunt a person instead of a place?"
Dean nodded. "Yeah, the spirit latches onto the reverend's repressed emotions, feeds off them, yeah, okay."
"Certainly explains why we didn't find the spirit on 9 Mile Road," Liz agreed, shivering at the thought. "The reverend probably didn't like the boy dating Lori, so the spirit took care of it."
Sam nodded. "Without the reverend ever even knowing it, exactly."
"Either way, you should keep an eye on Lori tonight," Dean suggested, and Sam nodded again.
"What about you?" he asked.
Dean glanced at an attractive blonde, who was smiling at him by the pool table. "We're gonna go see if we can find that unmarked grave," he said reluctantly and Liz smirked; he looked at the blonde again, shook his head in disappointment, and walked away with Liz following and laughing.
It was late before Dean and Liz were looking around with a flashlight, jumping at certain cracking sounds; after a few minutes, they came across a headstone that was engraved with the cross symbol.
"Here we go," Dean said, and they walked over to it.
Dean and Liz were busy digging up the unmarked grave, and they'd gotten quite a ways in.
"That's it. Next time, I get to watch the cute girl's house," Dean complained, just as they both broke through the wooden floor of the grave and they found Jacob Carnes' remains. "Hello, preacher." And they threw their shovels aside.
Sam watched as Rev. Sorensen and Lori argued through the windows of their home for a few minutes before the Reverend turned out the light and left the room. To Sam's surprise, Lori came outside and sat down next to him on a bench.
"I saw you from upstairs. What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I'm keeping an eye on the place," Sam answered, and Lori looked at him, surprised. "I was worried," he added.
"About me?" Lori asked, amazed.
Sam nodded. "Yeah. Sorry."
"No, it's cool. I already called the cops," Lori joked, smiling, and Sam laughed. "No, seriously. I think you're sweet. Which is probably why you should run away from me as fast as you can," she suggested.
"Why would you say that?" Sam asked with a frown.
"It's like I'm cursed or something," Lori confessed. "People around me keep dying."
This struck a cord with Sam and he thought of his mom and Jessica. "I think I know how you feel."
Dean snagged a container of salt, which he handed to Liz, and a bottle of lighter fluid out of his bag. Liz quickly poured the salt into the coffin while Dean squirted lighter fluid all over the preacher's bones, he then lighted a match.
"Goodbye, preacher," Dean said, and he threw the match into the grave and they both watched the bones burst into flames.
A/N: Ashes to ashes and dust to dust for the Hook Man. Right? R&R everyone!
