Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or "Comfortably Numb." Eric Kripke and Pink Floyd happen to be. I just borrow... steal... from them XD. Lol. Chapter 1
Comfortably Numb
Hello,
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
Come on now I hear you're feeling down
I can ease your painAnd get you on your feet again
Relax.
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
-Comfortably Numb; Pink Floyd
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Sam reached the scene and nudged his way through the dispersing crowd. Dean, behind him, was shouting at the people to move, but his voice seemed to carry away in the atmosphere and blend in with the apprehensive cries.
As soon as he reached the inner rim of the circle, he saw what they were all screaming about.
Sam heard Dean's quick intake of breath before he spun around and gave his brother a wide-eyed glance. Dean wore a stunned look on his handsome face as he tried to talk. Nothing came out. Not even a gasp.
Dean forced himself to speak, to call out, "Bobby…!" He looked frantically through the crowd before seeing a lone hand fly up and wave.
"There he is!" Sam breathed, "come on, come on, people! Let the man threw!" He hollered over the crowd.
Bobby pushed his way through until he reached the boys. His eyes darted to the inside of the circle were the injured girl screamed in agony.
"Come on," Bobby grunted and fought his way into the center.
As Bobby went to the girl, Sam and Dean went to the frantic family. But before they could really start asking anything, an ambulance came and whisked away the girl. The family sprinted to their cars, leaving the threesome empty-handed.
"Crap," Bobby breathed and turned around to face the boys.
"What are we gonna do?" Dean looked to Sam, then Bobby.
"Well what do you think we are gonna do, idgit. We're going to the hospital."
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John had left the Impala for Dean to drive, him taking a hunk-of-scrap he borrowed off of Bobby.
He really, honestly felt bad… Sam, his youngest, was graduating. Graduating! Wow, how old he felt. If only he knew how short his life was to be. Maybe, just maybe, he'd take all of this in… He'd dwell on these opportunities to spend time with his sons.
Another thing he really, honestly knew was that his sons were excellent hunters. That had been his doing. He smiled to himself. He had made them like they were.
Damned. Scarred. Angered.
No, he told himself. They were happy. But… happy was the only word he could find; and, deep down, he knew they weren't truly happy.
But that couldn't matter. They had to kill Azazel… everything, well, was his fault. That demon alone––with his grotesque yellow eyes––had caused so much chaos in the Winchester family… Hell, he was the reason they fault. So this was obviously the Yellow-Eyed Demon's fault.
Or was it?
There goes my stupid conscious speaking again, John laughed. But do they call it a "conscious" for nothing? I mean, really. He was missing something here, and he couldn't figure it out for the life of him.
So… risky.
He had done many things that were risky.
So… stupid.
Ditto that line.
So… pointless.
Avenging the death of his wife––his children's mother––pointless? Really? But… but… it was important. He knew this because, well, it had to be important.
So… selfish.
Now that was a word he had been hearing a lot. Selfish. Oh how he hated it!
He flipped the radio on, and let the sounds of Pink Floyd wash away that little voice in his head.
There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how
I am I have become
Comfortably numb
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Dean slipped into the driver's seat while Sam went to crawl into the back.
"Don't bother, Sammy," Bobby hollered over from his rust-bucket of a car. "I'll follow you."
Sam nodded and dropped down into the passenger seat. He sighed and briefly considered riding with Bobby. It was just… awkward riding with Dean.
Dean glanced over, and giggled.
"What?"
"Are you going to the hospital like that?"
"Crap," he muttered, pulling the graduation gown off of his head and tossing it in the back seat. He grabbed his cap, stroked it, and then did the same except a little more gently.
He had wore his blue suit under his graduation garb, so he didn't have to change out of his clothes. He would, however, have to devise a plan of who he was.
"Dean, who am I?"
"Err," Dean scratched his stubbly chin. "Sam Winchester, I believe."
"Really, thanks Captain Obvious. I meant, who do I tell these people I am?"
They pulled into the hospital parking lot and drove around back to "Emergency Room Parking."
"Oh, you mean you think the people saw you graduate or whatever," Sam nodded. "Well, you're our intern." Dean cracked a broad grin. "Or you're gonna sit in the car!"
"I," Sammy said, disgusted. "Am not sitting in the car!"
"Then you're our intern," Dean smirked.
"Greaaat."
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Dean had fetched his blue suit out of the back seat, and his badge out of the glove compartment. Bobby had done the same.
They began to walk across the parking lot, each looking sharp in their suits. Bobby had even took his hat off.
"Bobby, how do you know we're looking at something… out of the ordinary?" Sam asked, wording his question with care.
Bobby glanced from side to side, to make sure nobody was listening, "I felt a chill."
"A chill." Sam repeated. "Just what I needed to hear on my graduation day."
"So it means it's a…"
"Yeah Dean," Bobby held the door open for the brothers. "It's a ghost."
Dean and Sam walked in, both thinking the same thing. At least we know how to kill it. Sam laughed to himself, he was the research man most of the time. Dean never did stuff like that, and Bobby could access any book, newspaper archive or contact they needed if it didn't involve the internet.
"Wait here, boys." Bobby strolled to the receptionist's desk. Once he was out of sight, Sam turned to his brother
"Dean…"
"No Sam, let me talk." Sam nodded. "I'm sorry I didn't come, I mean, it was something big and I should've been there to support you. You've never said no to me, or… or skipped out on me. You've always had my back––" Dean sighed.
"I'm really sorry, especially the way I treated you back there… it was uncalled for."
Sam bit his lip, "Oh whatever, it was only graduation." Sam laughed, "Nothing too important."
Dean smiled and hit Sam on the back; he was relieved that he was on good terms with his brother again.
"Oh, and Dean?"
"What?"
"You know I didn't mean all of that stuff I said about Dad… right?"
"Yeah, Sammy, I knew."
"Good," Sam smiled.
"Bitch."
"Jerk." Yup, everything was back to normal.
By that time, Bobby had came back.
"She's on the third floor. Not seriously hurt but…"
"But what, Bobby?" Sam crinkled his brow.
"She has psychological damage, or so they think. She only suffered minor injuries, like a broken arm that they can't cast till tomorrow when the swelling goes down… but she's freaked out. Seriously freaked out."
"So… do we have one pissed off ghost on our hands, or what?" Dean leaned back against the wall.
"I think so…" Bobby picked through each word. "I mean, all of the signs are there… so, yeah. But we have to talk to the girl first, but she's not open for questioning for another two hours…"
"Why so long?" Sam looked from Bobby to Dean.
"Because she's doped up right now, Sammy." Bobby said, then added, "but we could go have lunch and Sam can do some research…"
"Lunch? I'm in." Dean smiled, "Bacon cheeseburger, here I come!"
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In 1922, North High School (in Des Moines, Iowa) was established. Because of the large amount of students that attend (the school holds over 1,100 students grades 9-12), graduation ceremonies were forced to be held outside of the school's own auditorium.
Alexandra P. Wellington was a soon-to-be graduate of North in 1932, but three days before graduation, she was brutally murdered by her step-father William Jennings. Wellington's body was left outside the auditorium next to the school.
To this day, Michael Lancaster Music Hall (where the initial graduation ceremonies are held) is said to be haunted by Wellington. According to the records, there have been five ghost attacks (occurring after graduation) outside of this building, in the courtyard where said victim was killed.
Dean whistled, "sounds like we have a lunatic bitch."
Bobby chuckled, "Does it say where she's buried?"
"Mmm," Sam scrolled down. "Nope, but I'll find out."
"You do that, boy. Me and your brother will go pay a visit to our victim.
Okay,
Just a little pin prick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go.
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Twenty minutes later, Bobby and Dean were standing outside a hospital room belonging to Laurie Clements, the victim of a supposed ghost attack.
The nurse that lead them to the room––the young, the brunette and, as Dean later told Sam, a "incredibly hot chick named Lynette"––knocked on the door before popping her head in.
"Laurie? There are some detectives here to see you." Lynette took a supple step into the room. "They're from the FBI."
Laurie's eyes widened. But that was about all that Dean could see through the slightly cracked door. This is just a bad idea, he thought as he threw Bobby a questioning glance. She'd never agree to us seeing her.
Yet, astonishing as it may seem, she did. With a slight nod of her head, she agreed. The nurse left, eyeing Laurie to make sure she was comfortable.
"So," Bobby smiled. "You're Laurie Clements?"
She scanned both of the faces of the men before nodding.
"Hi Laurie," Bobby gave his friendliest smile. "I'm detective John Anders and this is my partner, detective Evan Schwartz."
"Hi," she squeaked out.
Dean and Bobby pulled up two, hardback hospital chairs to her bedside. She squirmed and looked at the two.
"So," she said, her voice only a whisper. "Are you going to believe me? 'Cause its no use in telling you if you aren't gonna believe me."
Bobby was taken back. He thought this girl would be hard to handle! But here she was, ready to give him any information he wanted as long as they believed her. Now, he thought, we just have to find out what she saw to confirm his thoughts, and help this girl on her way to recovery.
"Why wouldn't we?" Dean laughed.
She sighed, "Because. Everyone things I'm crazy." She sat up and slid toward them, paying special need to his injured arm, "But I'm not. Oh you must believe me!"
"Shh, shh. Just calm down, and tell us what you saw." Dean gripped her forearm with light fingers. "Just scoot back and relax." She did so, and Dean released his hold.
"Okay, so what happened." Bobby gently prodded.
She lowered her head for a split second before raising it again, "I kept… catching glimpses of something throughout the who ceremony. It was weird. Like… something was watching me. Some, well, sad soul. But it couldn't have been someone… because, because… it wasn't real."
She started to cry, "it was the worse thing ever. It tried to k-kill me. I was so scared…" Her voice––soft and wistful––mingled and faded with the beeps of the hospital. She quivered and tried to speak again––but it was stuck in her throat.
"Laurie, can you tell me what the thing looked like?"
"It… it looked like something from a horror movie… something from my worse nightmares. And when I saw it, well, it made me feel numb… and detached. Like I wasn't even there. I tried to fight it, but it kept on coming. The fighting… the fighting was a never-ending battle. But it was so… so evil looking."
Then she broke down into fits of crying.
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb
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(a/n): Thanks for the one, lonesome review I got! Lol. Also, great thanks to everyone who read, alerted or such this story. It's really appreciated! Now this time drop a review :D.
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PS: I am a HUUUGGE Pink Floyd fan, lol. Just thought I'd... tell ya that.