It's day two of the Rade Week fiesta. How's everybody doing? Are we digging it yet? I bet we are. Anyway, today is the Supernatural day, and I'll be honest, this day might be my favorite one out of the week. Alright, I've stalled enough. This shot is titled, Possessive Compulsive. Here's to hoping I can keep the ball rolling.
Enjoy.
The doors of the abandoned hospital creaked open slowly, with a beam of light illuminating the dust and cobweb covered desks and chairs that were left behind. All of a sudden, a goth girl walked in, curiosity taking hold of her as she inspected every corner of what appeared to be a waiting room. Following after her was a boy about her age with an afro and glasses, nervously looking all around the room. His light was shakily following any shadows he thought that he saw move.
"Jade, I don't think we should be here," the boy whispered. "You know the stories about this place."
"Yeah, Robbie, that's why we're here," Jade said. "The ghost of Dr. Regarda. We're going to find him and summon him." As she walked down the hallway, looking for the offices, Robbie followed close behind her.
"Summon the ghost of a maniacal Hollywood plastic surgeon who went crazy and started tearing apart his patients and staff, but before he was caught sliced his own face off and bled to death…" Robbie nervously said. "Yeah, great idea. Why am I even here?" Jade then spun around and beamed her flashlight in his face, causing him to cover his eyes.
"You're the only person in school who can read the Latin incantation to summon the ghost," she explained. "Besides, you're a sucker for a gluten free cookie basket. Now shut up and follow me." Robbie nodded and followed close to Jade. The two looked at the doors, making out the rusted nameplates, none of them belonging to Regarda. All of a sudden, the two heard the sound of a door blowing open, crashing into the wall. The sound echoed all around the teens, but while Robbie let out a squeal of fear, Jade began to approach the door.
"Jade, I think that's a good sign to get out while we still have faces," Robbie said, looking nervously around the dark hallway. She ignored his plea to leave, and went up to the door. She then looked up and saw the name plate read, "Dr. Artego Regarda, Head Plastic Surgeon".
"This is it," she called out. "Let's go inside." As she said that, she turned and saw Robbie trying to go back to the exit. Jade sighed, set down her bag, and ran after him. She grabbed him by his collar and dragged him into the office. As they entered, she shut the door and began to pull out a black candle and white chalk. Robbie looked around the room, noticing the bookcase with surgical books, and swore that he saw stained blood over the books. Before he could voice his opinions, she had already drawn a pentagram on the floor, with the candle sitting in the middle.
"Get the book out," she commanded. Robbie opened his book bag and reached in, pulling out a tattered leather book with a similar pentagram on its spine. As he thumbed for the bookmarked page, Jade was already lighting the candle. Robbie then knelt down opposite of her, holding his flashlight up to read the text. He looked at her, and she nodded.
"Ok…" he sighed. "Here it goes." He then cleared his throat, and began to read from the passage.
"Venimus, ad detegendum qui non vult quiescere. Tenebris lucem sicut ignem accendit, et ostende te nobis imperio nostro. Hoc et tenebras circumstans nos mandamus. Surgere tenebrae nostrae vocationi respondent. Haec mandamus."
As he finished the incantation, they looked around for any sign of Dr. Regarda's ghost. After a few minutes of nothing, Jade blew out the candle angrily.
"You must've messed up the incantation somehow, Robbie," she said as she placed the candle and chalk into her bag. Robbie merely looked over the text again, focusing on each word.
"Jade, I swear I read this correctly," he insisted. "I guess this book is full of…" He then looked up and saw he was alone in the room. He then let out, in a high pitched voice, "…chiz." As he made his way for the door, he heard a book fall to the ground. His fear became overtaken by his curiosity, as he slowly shined his light over to the bookcase.
Jade had just made it to the lobby when she heard the loud scream coming from the hallways. She looked down it to see if Robbie was running down it, but she couldn't see his light.
"Robbie, quit playing around," she shouted, only to hear silence in response. She then dropped her bag, and angrily walked down towards Regarda's office. She noticed that the door was shut again, causing her to worry for her nerdy friend. She reached for the doorknob, hands shaking as she turned it. She opened the door, shone the light in, and saw a face right in front of hers.
"AAAHH!" she screamed as she fell to the floor. She scrambled to shine her light back at the face, only to see that it was Robbie. He reached his hand out to help her up.
"Are you ok?" he asked. "I know I'm not easy to look at, but that was overreacting." As he let out a soft chuckle, she scowled up at him as she took his hand.
"Don't do that," she said. "You made me think Regarda took your face."
"Well, luckily he didn't," Robbie said. "So, can we go home now? This place is creeping me out." Jade nodded as she led the way out. They made their way to Jade's car and rode to Robbie's house. As he got out, he waved goodnight to Jade. She waved back and drove off to her home. Robbie, however, didn't go into his house and try to get sleep. Instead, a dark smile crept over his face, and he ran off down the street into the dimly lit distance.
In a studio apartment, an up-and-coming actress just got out of the shower. As she dried her hair, she noticed the blow dryer began to sputter and die. She hit it a few times, but it refused to turn back on.
"Damn it," she spat. She unplugged the dryer and walked it out of the bathroom. As she made the way to her garbage can, until she noticed her entire apartment's lights began to flicker and dim.
"Must be a blackout," she whispered. She then walked to her closet, and slowly opened it to find her next day's outfit. When she was looking through her clothes, she noticed a shimmer come from behind them. When she looked closer, the silver shine shot out, slashing at her face. She let out a brief scream before a hand grabbed her hair and pulled her into the knife.
"So, has anyone seen or heard from Robbie?" Tori asked everyone at the lunch table. The group responded with collective no's and headshakes.
"It's been five days," Beck said. He then looked around and whispered, "You don't think it has anything to do with the…" Before he could finish his thought, Jade interrupted.
"Oh, come on," she said. "All the murders were young, up and coming actresses. Also, being weaker than the average Hollywood wannabe, Robbie couldn't have done it either." Beck raised his hands up in defense.
"I wasn't accusing him of anything, Jade," he said. "I was just saying that maybe the two are related."
"What do you mean?" Andre asked. "Like, the killer kidnapped Robbie in case he's backed into a corner?" Beck shrugged, while Cat nervously looked around. Jade and Tori then got up and sat near her, doing their best to comfort her.
"Don't be afraid, Cat," Tori said. "Robbie will be back. Won't he, Jade?" Jade then looked at Tori, and shrugged. This caused Cat to get more upset and Tori shouted, "Jade!"
"Sorry," Jade quickly said. "Cat, Robbie'll be fine, ok? He'll be back here, carrying around Rex and be singing stupid songs on his guitar before you know it." This caused Cat to smile slightly, while taking a napkin from Andre to dry her eyes.
"Kay kay," she whispered. After a bit she looked over to the parking lot. She then pointed at a black car. She asked, "Whose car is that?" The group looked over and saw the car that she pointed out.
"'67 Chevy Impala," Beck said. "Nice classic car. I don't think anyone that goes here owns it."
"Good guess kid, and I'll say you got an eye for good cars," a deep voice said. The group whirled around and saw two men in black suits. The taller one stood at six foot six, had medium length brown hair and green eyes. The shorter one stood at six foot four, had short brown hair and similar green eyes. The two were both very muscular and classically handsome, causing many of the girls to swoon at their sight. The two pulled out CBI badges and flashed them to the group.
"I'm special agent Simmons, this is special agent Frehley," the shorter agent said. "We talked to you guidance counselor told us that you knew the missing kid very well?"
"Yeah," Tori said. "We know Robbie. He is our good friend." Agent Simmons pulled back, holding his hands up. Agent Frehley then stepped in, looking very sympathetic.
"We didn't mean to offend you," he said. "We do, however, want to talk to you about when you last saw him." Everyone at the table stared back at the agents.
"Aren't you here to investigate the three murders in the past five days?" Beck asked. "You know, the major crime?"
"Yeah, but we have multiple reports about his disappearance coincidently coinciding with the start of the murders," Simmons said. "We're not accusing him, we're just trying to cover our tracks with any possible leads. So, when was the last time any of you saw him." Cat then shot her hand up.
"Ooh, I know!" she shouted. Simmons and Frehley looked at each other, then back at Cat.
"Uh, alright," Frehley said. "Tell us what you remember."
"Well, we were all coming out of the school into the parking lot, when I saw this really cute cloud. It looked like a butterfly, or was it a snail on a rock…"
"Cat!" the entire group shouted, startling the red head girl back into focus.
"Sorry," she said. "Well, when we were going home, I saw Robbie pull out an old looking book. After reading it for a bit, he ran to his bike and rode off along the same way Jade's house is." As she said that, Jade's eyes lit up in shock as the two agents turned their attention to her.
"Miss…" Simmons started to say, looking at Jade as if to silently ask for her last name.
"West," she said. "Jade West."
"Miss West, did Robbie ever come near your house that day?" Simmons asked.
"No, I didn't see him at all," she lied. Luckily, she managed to convince everyone as they shrugged in agreement.
"Well, we'll be in touch if we learn anything more," Frehley told them. "Have a nice day." The two agents walked over the Impala. As they saw them drive off, Andre shook his head.
"Man, that was too freaky," he said. "Robbie needs to turn up soon, or those guys might arrest him." Everyone nodded in agreement, except for Jade, who was starting to become suspicious of the two agents. She rose from the table and started off for her car.
"Jade, where are you going?" Tori asked.
"Going home, I feel sick," Jade called back. She then got into her car and rode after the Impala, making sure not to be spotted. While on their trail, she noticed that their route took them straight to her house.
"What the hell are these guys doing at my house?" she asked herself. She watched as they picked the lock on her front door and snuck inside. After parking the car across the street, she dashed over to her front door and quietly entered.
"How hard can it be to find a goth girl's bedroom in this freaking house?" a voice said from up the stairs. She recognized it as Simmons' voice.
"Dean, I think I found it," Frehley said. Jade then snuck up the stairs, and noticed the two men enter her bed room. She then crept up to spy on them from her doorway. Simmons was holding what looked like a Walkman with Christmas lights on it and pointing it at various areas.
"Alright, well keep eyes peeled for anything witchy," he said. "Hex bags, alter of blood candles, Ouija board, anything that can nail her to the wall, Sammy."
They think I'm a witch?! Jade was fuming, doing her best not to charge in there until she knew more.
"Aren't we profiling a little hard on this case, Dean?" Frehley asked. "I mean, the last witch we picked up was a CEO who loved baking cherry cupcakes. Just because she seemed creepy doesn't mean she's in on the kid's disappearance."
"Sam, we got a lead on this case, let's go with it," Simmons said. "We know it's not a wendigo, rougarou, vampire, or werewolf seeing as how the victims weren't mauled, sucked dry, or completely devoured. The only things that fit, unless it's that the kid is a sick puppy, are demonic possession, ghost possession, or some bad mojo on a witch's part. And judging on where we are…"
"Where you are is in big trouble," Jade shouted from the doorway, causing the agents to spin around to see her. As she reached into her pocket and pulled out her PearPhone, she shouted, "I'm calling the cops!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Frehley said, holding his hands up. "No need to call the cops. We're only trying to…"
"See if I'm a witch?" Jade spat at them.
"Well, that answers how long she's been watching us," Simmons said. "Look, we're not here to hurt you. We just needed to find some clues so we can know the best way to find the kid and stop the murders." Jade then put her phone down and stared directly at the two.
"First, I want to know who the hell you guys are," she said. "I also want to know why you're really here, no crap from any of you." They both shrugged and sighed.
"Look, our names are actually Sam and Dean Winchester," Sam said. "We're not CBI agents, we're hunters."
"Hunters?" Jade asked. "What do you hunt?"
"Oh, just monsters, ghosts, demons, evil voodoo practitioners," Dean casually told her. "And trust me, sister, none of that Hollywood monster, Twilight, douche-bag vampire stuff either." Jade stood silent in the doorway as Sam shrugged in agreement. She couldn't believe that there were monsters and demons out there, and that one of them might have gotten Robbie due to that night.
"Oh my god," she whispered. "This is my fault. I shouldn't have made him do the stupid…" She became too choked up to finish her sentence. She broke down and fell to her knees crying, while Sam and Dean stared at each other. Dean gestured for Sam to comfort her.
"You're good with the touchy feely stuff," he whispered. "Calm her down." Sam let out a sigh and went to give her an awkward hug.
"Look, you gotta tell us exactly what you two did that night," Sam told her. "Where did you go that night, and what was the book about?" Jade wiped the mascara off of her cheeks.
"I asked his help in this…summoning I read about online," she admitted. "It called for Latin incantations, and he's the only kid I knew that could read it. I just wanted to see if it really summoned a ghost." Dean laughed at this, causing Sam and Jade to shoot him a dirty look.
"Well, come on, Sam," he said. "The kid's been messing with forces beyond their understanding, and now we probably got a violent spirit taking a joyride in a teenager's body, reliving the glory days!"
"How do you know that he was even possessed?" Jade asked. "Couldn't the ghost be floating around and hurting people without possessing anyone?"
"It doesn't work like that," Dean said. "Spirits rarely ever leave their stomping ground unless they got a ride to take them from A to B. The disappearance of your friend, Robbie, along with the murders starting right there, that closely match some murders that happened a while back, allows us to put two and two together."
"So Robbie's got a violent spirit in his body and he's probably killing people right now," Jade solemnly said, hanging her head in guilt.
"Hang on, Jade," Sam said. "Look, I know that you feel bad that your friend got possessed, but we can't just let you join in on this hunt. You have no idea how dangerous this is." Jade then got serious, and grabbed her phone.
"If you don't let me help, I'll call the cops and find my own way to save Robbie," she threatened.
"You wouldn't dare!" Dean scowled.
"Try me," Jade smirked.
"I can't believe that we're stuck baby sitting on this job," Dean said, driving into the parking lot of the motel he and Sam were staying at. As the trio got out, Jade looked around in shock.
"I thought you guys knew what we were hunting," she said. "What are we doing here? Need a beauty nap?"
"So help me, Sammy…" Dean began, grabbing his room key from his suit pocket. He turned the lock and opened the door. Sam gestured for Jade to follow them in and take a seat at the nearby table.
"Home is where you keep your heavy weapons," Sam joked as he hung up his suit jacket and undid his tie. "Just sit tight while we get changed."
"Uh-uh, Sam," Dean said. "I'm first this time. See if you can get her ready for the hunt." He then shut the bathroom door, while Sam took the empty seat at the table.
"So…" he sighed, "you know anything about the ghost you tried to summon?" Jade nodded in response.
"Well, the story is that the ghost of Artego Regarda haunts the hospital," she explained. "He went crazy about twenty years back and started killing everyone in the place. He then carved his own face off in his office and bled out before the police could arrest him."
"Do you know what happened to the body?" Sam asked.
"From what I read, he was cremated," Jade asked, while Sam hung his head. "What? Is that bad?"
"Well, it just means that this job won't be easy," Sam said. "Normally, Dean and I would salt and burn the remains so the spirit could be released, but I'm guessing that since you summoned it, we'll have to find a way to send it back. Do you remember the book that you used, or anything about the ritual?"
"Well, it was old, tattered, had a crude pentagram on the spine," she explained. "The ritual called for a pentagram with a black candle in the center."
"Alright, I think I'll be able to send Regarda back, but I'll need that book," Sam told her.
"He never left the hospital with the book!" Jade exclaimed. "It has to be there." Sam smiled.
"Well, looks like we'll save him easy," he told her. As he said that, the door opened with Dean coming out in jeans and a grey t shirt.
"Sam, you're up," he said while sitting down on a bed. He started looking through a duffel bag by his bed, while Sam grabbed a change of clothes and walked into the bathroom. He then pulled out a shotgun, empty shells, and a container of salt, and walked over to take Sam's seat.
"I'm guessing he gave you the rundown of how we plan on getting rid of Regarda?" he said, setting up the shells on the table.
"Yeah, he says we have to use the book to send him back," Jade said. Dean nodded his head in approval.
"Sounds good, but first things first, time for some ghost busting 101," he said, shaking the salt container. "Rock salt is one of the two things capable of keeping a ghost away. They can't pass over it if you leave a line of it in a doorway or window sill. If your boyfriend has got one in him, blasting him with one of these will expel it." He shook a shotgun shell that he had filled with salt.
"Wait, what makes you think that Robbie's my boyfriend?" Jade asked nervously. Dean raised an eyebrow to her comment.
"Come on, Jade," he said. "Any girl willing to face a violent spirit to save a guy, even though she has no idea that ghosts even really existed or how dangerous the hunt could be…you got a thing for the guy." Jade rolled her eyes nervously at his comment. She hadn't thought about it, but even she began to question her feelings for her now possessed friend.
Do I? she thought to herself. Do I have feelings for Robbie?
"Alright, enough of the girl talk," Dean interjected, causing Jade to snap her attention back to him. "Let's get back to the fun part. Since you insist on joining the fight, you'll be getting a shotgun with a few rock shot shells. If you see anybody who isn't me or Sam, shoot." Before Jade could ask he immediately said, "Don't worry. It doesn't kill humans, just knocks them on their ass. Nothing a slice of pie and Magic Fingers can't fix."
Sam then got out, wearing a similar outfit to Dean. He then reached for a flannel shirt and began to button it up.
"So, are you done teaching minors how to play with guns?" he joked.
"Scruff McGruff can kiss my ass, Sammy," Dean laughed. Jade then rose up from her seat, wondering how the two hunters could be so casual about the whole scenario.
"Can we please get going?" she asked. Sam chuckled, while Dean picked up a double barrel shotgun and placed it in her hands.
"Ok, Eager Beaver," he smirked. "Saddle up."
The three arrived at the hospital as the sun went down. As they got out of the car, Sam and Dean walked over to the trunk of the Impala. Jade looked in and saw a whole assortment of knives, guns, trinkets, and containers. As they grabbed flashlights, she noticed a small flask that caught her eye.
"What's in this?" she asked, inspecting it carefully. "You guys get sauced before any job you do?"
"What would you know about that?" Dean asked. Jade responded with a shrug.
"That's actually holy water," Sam explained. "No real need for it on this, seeing as how Ragarda is a ghost, but if you want to hold onto it, help yourself." Jade then put the flask in her pocket and grabbed a flashlight.
"Stay close to us," Sam warned as Dean forced open the door. He aimed his shotgun around the room, but found nothing there.
"Clear," he shouted, giving Sam and Jade the signal to come in. "Do you remember where you guys left the book?"
"Regarda's office," she said. "It's just down the hallway over there."
"Let's go," Dean said, as the trio began to make their way to the office. Sam put his ear to the door as they approached, and gave a thumbs up that indicated that no one was in there. He then opened the door, and looked around.
"Nice pentagram," he said. "I guess you drew that one?" Jade nodded.
"Good art teacher, I guess," she joked. Sam chuckled, then turned his attention to the desk, where the book was laying. He picked it up, and thumbed through the pages and found the page Robbie had marked.
"Ok, let's see the incantation you used…" he muttered. After reading it, he looked up with a puzzled face.
"What, Sam?" Dean asked. "Bad news?"
"This incantation is bogus," he said. "You couldn't summon Casper with this, let alone a violent spirit like Regarda."
"Well, what the hell are we dealing with then?" Jade asked. "Robbie wouldn't do anything like this. Something must be controlling him…Is it just me, or does the room smell like sulfur?"
"How right you are, Jade," a familiar voice from the door said. The three turned around, Dean and Sam both pointing their shotguns at the source while Jade stood in fear. She saw the face of Robbie Shapiro standing at the door.
"Robbie," she said, approaching him. Before she could get too close, Dean put his arm in front of her and held her back.
"Stay away from him!" he commanded.
"Come on, Dean," Robbie remarked. "Jade and I are friends. Let me give her a hug, for old time's sake." As he finished his statement, they noticed that his eyes went fully black.
"It's a demon," Sam said. Before they could react, "Robbie" suddenly rushed to the Winchesters, knocking them out with two blows to their heads. He then turned to Jade, who was petrified at the sight. He let out a chuckle, grabbed her, and dragged her to the bookcase. He then pulled on a book, revealing a secret doorway. He opened it, and dragged her inside.
"SAM! DEAN!" Jade cried out as "Robbie" locked the door behind him.
"Ugh…Damn it!" Sam cursed. "We'll get you out of there, Jade. Just hold on!"
"Don't hold your breath, Sam," "Robbie" called out. "I want my seven minutes in heaven to last, and I'll make sure of it." He then turned to Jade, who was backed in the corner. He smiled softly at her, his eyes returning to normal.
"Jade, has anyone ever told you that you can look really sexy with a gun?" he taunted. She began to cry softly.
"Please…Let Robbie go," she begged. "Just leave us alone!"
"Why would I want to do that?" he laughed. "Your friend, although not as fit as I'd like him to be, is just so much fun. I've grown attached to the nerd, what can I say?" He began to slowly pace from side to side, pulling out a knife stained with blood.
"You see, Jade…may I call you Jade?" he asked, getting no response from her at all. "I'll take that as a yes. You see, people have been giving out credit for that lovely show twenty years ago to some meat puppet that I had the misfortune of picking. Now that some kid came back, I took the chance to make a new name for myself. Get a bit of a legend going about me, you know?"
"What are you going to do with me?" Jade quietly asked, causing "Robbie" to stop in his tracks. His smile then grew a bit bigger.
"Fun fact about demonic possession: the person being possessed gets to live some of the stuff," he smirked. "Yeah, very sadistic, but demons love the anguish. Funny thing was that I wanted to kill you right here about five days ago, when I first hopped in. Strangely, Robbie was really against that." He approached Jade, gently rubbing the side of the knife on her arm. "So much, in fact, he made it impossible for me to have my fun with you. I guess those feelings he has are pure enough."
"Feelings?" Jade asked, curiosity and shock mixing in with the sadness of her eyes.
"You didn't know?" "Robbie" asked. "He's always wanted you for himself. Admiring you from afar, helping you with that silly summoning for cookies was just a charade so he could be close to you. Even now he's screaming for me to let you go, swearing that he'll let me do whatever I want as long as you go free." He then took the edge of the knife and held it to her throat. "Now why should I listen to him, Jade?" he sneered. "Will I get a…reward for my good behavior?"
She watched in horror as he traced the knife down her throat and focus on her shirt, slowly cutting a line down the middle. She then felt the shape of the flask in her pocket and remembered that it had the holy water. She then discretely began to pull it out and open it.
"Trust me," he said. "I know that all three of us want this equally."
"Sorry, Robbie," she whispered. After she said that, she tossed the water onto "Robbie's" face, and watched as he reeled back. He began to scream out in pain and claw at his face while smoke began to come from the wounds. Jade then ran for the door and forced it open, watching Dean and Sam move back to let her out.
"LEAVE IT OPEN!" Dean shouted, as "Robbie" ran up to the door, burn marks covering his face.
"Oh, you selfish bitch," he growled. "Don't want to give it up that easily? Well, I do appreciate a good fight." He began to approach them, but stopped suddenly. He looked at the floor, causing Jade to follow suit. They both noticed that he was standing in the pentagram, but it now had markings in the areas in between the star and the circle.
"Like I said," Sam said, "nice pentagram. Good for the foundation of a devils trap."
"So you caught me, Winchester," "Robbie" said, pulling out his knife. "Just because I can't leave, doesn't mean I can't kill this kid and hop on out of here." Dean then quickly grabbed "Robbie's" wrist, twisted it, and caused "Robbie" to drop the knife. Jade then reached in, grabbed it, and put it in her pocket.
"Well, seeing as how you won't be committing Hari Kari, how about a Latin lesson?" Dean asked. He then looked to Sam, who pulled out a small book and aimed his flashlight at it.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, draco maledicte. Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."
As he finished the exorcism, they watched as Robbie fell to his knees and screamed. As he screamed, they watched as a dark cloud flew out of his mouth and sank into the ground. Robbie's body then collapsed onto the floor. Jade looked to Sam, who nodded to her. She then kneeled down and checked on Robbie.
"Jade?" he whispered.
"Yes, Robbie?" she said.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, noticing the tear on her shirt.
"No, I'm fine," she smiled, pulling him into a hug.
"Are you going to be alright, Rob?" Sam asked as Dean loaded the Impala with their bags. Jade and Robbie stood by her car. Robbie had a few bandages on his face where he was burned.
"Just a small burn, nothing to be worried about," he joked, wrapping his arm around Jade. She smiled warmly back at him, while Dean shut the trunk of the Impala.
"Alright, Sammy," he said, "time to hit the road. Bobby's got a job for us and says we'll need to stock up on silver bullets."
"Werewolves?" Sam asked.
"Even better," Dean said. "Elvis, Marilyn Monroe, Steve McQueen, and Jimi Hendrix all robbed a bank, left prints that claim them to be alive."
"Great, shapeshifters…" Sam sighed. "Guess we better be going. Take care of yourselves."
"You got it, Sam," Jade said.
"Remember kids," Dean began. "Always salt your doors and windows, keep a silver knife near your bed, and rubbers prevent little monsters from coming around." This caused Robbie and Jade to blush, while Sam and Dean laughed.
"Talk about a public service announcement," Sam remarked.
"I think that I could be a guidance counselor if I ever get the chance to retire," Dean joked. He then waved goodbye to the teens and hopped in the car along with Sam. He revved the engine up and drove off.
"So…" Robbie said. "What do you want to do now?" Jade thought for a bit and grabbed Robbie's hand.
"We could watch that new horror movie that came out last week…" she suggested. "The Exorcism of Arlene Trent?" This caused Robbie to stir nervously.
"Maybe we could rent a room, go buy a pie, and share some time with the Magic Fingers," he suggested, causing Jade to smile. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Sounds good to me," she smiled.
Well, it appears that I've been doing a lot of cameos and supporting roles from outside sources. Sam and Dean Winchester seemed like a logical choice for the Supernatural day. Hell, the show's title is Supernatural. Works for me.
So, were you not entertained? Was it not scary enough? Should I have left the Winchesters out of this? Let me know in a review.
Also, tomorrow's not only Madness/Insanity day, it's also my kid brother's birthday. SporadicDeviance is his FF name, and I figured I'd give him a shout out for his birthday.
Peace.