A/N...sorry for the delay, I had trouble posting! It all seems to be resolved now, so here we (finally) go!
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True to his word the cop followed the Pontiac all the way to the DMV, his lights flashing the entire way. He followed the brothers all the way up to the counter and made sure they took a number before he finally left, assuring them he'd be back to check on their progress.
"Well, it IS right where we wanted to be" Dean looked around at the crowded waiting area. "Now that Kojak has split what say you pop over to the library and check out the history on this place"
Sam looked passed Dean and lifted his brows in surprise. "I may not need to, dude" He pointed to the wall behind his brother's head. "Check it out"
Dean turned to look at the large cork board behind his head.
There was a picture of a rather attractive young woman in the middle of the board, her pretty face smiling, her bright blue eyes looking off into the distance. Her pale blonde hair swirled around her shoulders in a waterfall of curls.
There were newspaper clippings and smaller photos showing the woman with her family and friends, at work, behind the counter at the DMV and in the lunch room.
"Says here her name is Sarah Castle" Dean pointed to the newspaper clipping directly below the picture. "Killed by an unknown assailant in a house invasion"
Sam frowned and pointed to another clipping. "Kids killed, too. Three of them. The dick wiped out the family and fled the scene"
"Douche-bag" Dean muttered. "What happened to him?"
Sam leaned in further to read the clippings on the board when a scream from behind the counter broke the quiet murmurings of the waiting people and brought the brothers rushing over to the counter,
"What happened?" Dean demanded of a young man at the desk.
The man was looking behind him, and stood as he turned back to face the hunters.
"Gosh, I dunno, man" he gasped, and tipped his chair as he hurried to the door leading to the offices out the back.
Dean glanced at Sam then leapt over the counter, without a moment's hesitation his brother followed him.
The small door leading to the other offices was ajar and Dean ran through hit, following the counter staff.
Another scream led the hunters too the lunch room at the end of the narrow corridor, and they pulled up as they entered, the sight bringing them to a complete standstill.
The room was not very large, just a couple of tables, a microwave, coffee machine and a sink, enough for the few employees housed at this regional office.
The dull gray walls were now coated in slick red writing, the bloody letters dripping down and splattering over the floor.
Sam had his phone out before Dean could prompt him and he started taking pictures as the staff surrounded the woman that had found the gueslome sight, her hysterical screams now reduced to overwhelming sobs.
"Dude, what language is that?" whispered Dean.
"I think its Gaelic" answered Sam. "Not sure, I'm gonna have to look it up"
"Anybody hurt?" asked a balding man as he placed his arms around the sobbing woman.
The distressed woman nodded and looked up into the man's face. Without taking her eyes from him he pointed towards a coat closet in the corner.
The doors were closed, but as Dean moved closer for a better look he saw the blood pooling on the floor as it dripped down from the crack between the doors.
Dean glanced over at Sam, then grasped the handle of closet to open it as the sobbing woman buried her face into the bald man's chest, her cries, while muffled, were clearly growing in intensity.
Dean yanked the closet door ajar everyone in the room other than the hunters started to scream as two mangled bodies fell from the confined space, their blood splattering across the linoleum floor.
Dean jumped back, just managing to save his boots from a bloody bath.
"Oh God, I think it's Julie and Lloyd!"
Sam used his cell phone to take a photo of the bodies, now realizing one was a man, the other could have been a woman.
"Who are Julie and Lloyd?" Dean asked.
The young fellow from the counter turned to look at him, his face white with shock. "Lloyd was the afternoon shift manager, Julie was like, you know, second in charge?" He wiped a hand across his greasy brow. "They were working back late last night. Oh god, Julie was so scared to work back late. After, well, everything that happened?"
"Happened?" Dean touched the young man's arm to try and focus his attention.
The young man shook his head. "You know people saying there was a ghost and shit" He turned and looked back at bodies. "Things were happening. Strange things. People were scared"
"The police! Someone call the police" the balding man cried.
Sam placed his hand on Dean's arm and ducked his head towards the door.
Without answering Dean followed him out of the building.
"You think it's the murdered girl?" Dean asked as they hurried their way around the back of the DMV to the gravel parking lot. "Sounds a bit like a nasty poltergeist."
"Dunno. Maybe. We need to look a bit further into this."
"Library?"
"Yup. Library it is" Sam pointed over the road. "As luck would have it, the library is just across the road"
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Mandy drove towards the market along the busy main street, her radio up too loud as she sung happily into the mid morning sunshine.
It was a good day.
She was off to get supplies for her kids after school play date. She would be baking, and knew that her special cupcakes would be a smash.
That was the whole plan behind the play date; she had set her kids up with the children of the owner of the local café. If their mom liked her cupcakes, and she was pretty sure she would, she might just get her into talking hubby into buying them off Mandy.
Mandy had already planned it out in her dreams, a home business that would lead to fame and fortune, and it could all start here, today, with a few yummy cupcakes.
It was her plan, and it was a good one, for starting her own business. She knew it would work.
She just knew.
She grabbed a lip gloss from her purse as she waited at the red light and dabbed her bottom lip, allowing herself a smile as she pictured how successful she'd be.
But...who was that revving their car?
Annoying teenagers, she was sure. She wasn't going to let some idiot ruin her good mood.
Glancing in the rearview she saw no other cars.
None beside her, or even opposite her.
Her breath caught in her throat as she realized that the sound of the roaring motor was not coming from any other vehicle.
It was her car, and she pulled her feet up from the peddles in a frightened panic.
The car continued to rev, the motor screaming as it pushed itself to its limit.
Mandy threw the gloss onto the seat beside her and slammed her car into park, trying to turn the key off as she did so.
It didn't work, the car kept revving.
Her heart was pounding in fear, she felt the cold prickle of sweat break out between her shoulder blades as she near hyperventilated in sheer panic.
Mandy pulled the hand brake on and again tried to turn off the key harder, but it broke off rather than turn.
She opened her door as the car sped off, tires squealing as the back of the car fishtailed under the pent up power.
Mandy started to scream when the car grew even faster as it burned rubber down the main street, heading straight to the T intersection at the end, no sign of letting up or slowing.
She jumped through her door as her car slammed into the library at the end of the street, the momentum forcing it through the plate glass windows, all the way through the foyer and stacks and shooting through the back wall, finally coming to rest against the brick facilities immediately out back.
Out the front of the library the rolling, twisted body of Mandy came to a halt in the gutter, her eyes staring blankly towards the sky, her broken body devoid of all life.
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A/N...barring any further problems I should have the next chapter here in a couple of days. Remember, the site stops working if you don't review! That was probably why I couldnt post!
