Chapter 3
They made their way back to their motel and spent the afternoon gathering any information regarding the Conrad Mansion.
As darkness fell, they made their way back to Sonny's Diner grabbing a bite to eat and Dean positively making poor Danni a quivering mess again. They consumed their food and then left to head back to the Conrad Mansion.
Sam and Dean stealthily made their way unseen up to the Mansion. "I'll check around the slave quarters. Why don't you go check around the back?" Dean whispered.
Sam nodded and quietly but quickly made his way around the back of the mansion.
Dean followed the path to the slave quarters, searching the undergrowth and peering through windows with a pencil flashlight. As he approached one of the buildings, he heard a twig snap not far behind him. He stopped and listened – no further noises so he then continued. Dean reached for the handle of the door and turned it, expecting it to be securely locked, but it opened easily. He slowly pushed open the door and shone his torch inside. The interior was sparse with only the bare essentials inside. Simple but stylish, he thought with the patented Dean Winchester sarcasm.
He proceeded inside shining his torch around. That was when he heard a loose floorboard behind him groan slightly as someone's foot made contact with it. Once more, he stopped. The muscles in this shoulders and arms became taut and ready. Clenching his fist, he readied himself for a fight. He turned quickly, shining the torch on whoever was behind him and lifting his fist to throw a punch.
Dean managed to stop the punch before it could connect. Standing before him was a girl. She let out a small squeal and raised her arms over her head. "Please don't hit me!" She whispered hoarsely.
"Lady, who the hell are you and what do you think you're doing?" Dean said with anger. "I could've smacked you into tomorrow!"
Slowly she lowered her arms. "Felicity Morgan. I'm looking for my friend." She said, fright still masking her voice.
"I gotta tell ya lady, she ain't in here." Dean said, shaking his head and blowing out a long steady breath.
Felicity blinked her eyes several times and then a look of pure unadulterated anger began to cross over her face. "And I suppose you have a God-given right to be here?"
Dean shrugged. "Just trying to get a job done."
"Well, I'll let you get back to your job and you let me get back to mine then!" She gave Dean an ice cold stony glare and turned away to leave the building.
Dean cocked his head to one side and smiled. "Feisty little thing!" He mumbled.
Felicity turned on her heel to look at Dean. "Excuse me?"
"Nuthin'. Just making an observation." Dean's smile became wider.
"Damn it! You men are all the same! You judge people before you even really know them!" She pressed her lips firmly together in defiance.
"Hey lady, I ain't got any issues with you….." Dean began but Felicity cut him short.
"And for the love of God, stop calling me lady! Makes me sound like a wrinkled old woman! My name is Felicity!" She stamped her foot like a child, which caused Dean to try and hide a smile. "I saw that!" She said, pointing a finger at him. "As I said, you're all the same!" She again turned on her heel and proceeded to march out of the room leaving Dean shaking his head and wondering what had just gone down.
He didn't have long to consider much, when he heard a high-pitched scream from just outside the room.
Springing straight into action, Dean bolted through the doorway to see Felicity backed up against the wall of the building – she appeared to be bolted to the spot with what appeared to be a rather huge male spirit approaching her slowly.
Dean didn't hesitate as he ran straight toward Felicity, grabbing her around the waist and began dragging her away towards the Mansion. When Dean had put some distance between himself and the spirit, he slowed down, releasing his grip on Felicity's waist.
She immediately began to sag to the ground. Once more, Dean grabbed her around the waist. "C'mon now lad-," he stopped mid-sentence. "Felicity, don't you go down on me now!"
He once more began to drag her up the path until he noticed Sam running towards him. "Dean! What's going on! Who the heck is that?"
"This is Felicity Morgan and she's just had a close encounter with a exceptionally large spirit!" He adjusted his hold around Felicity's waist. "Could use a little help here Sammy!" Sam reached out and scooped Felicity into his arms.
"Let's get the hell outta Dodge!" Dean said, as they ran towards the Impala. He opened the rear door and Sam carefully placed Felicity onto the back seat.
Dean drove away from the Mansion as breakneck speed only slowing down as they approached the Motel.
Felicity began to wake up as they parked the car in front of their room. She slowly opened her eyes and came face to face with Sam looking worriedly at her from the front seat. "Ah Dean, your new friend's awake." He said.
Felicity slowly sat up and blew out a long slow breath and rubbed her eyes as any color that she had, left her face. "I feel kinda sick."
"Oh no, not in my car you don't!" Dean said, turning to look at her.
Felicity glared at Dean. "You're just so charming aren't you?"
Dean raised his eyebrows and smiled cheekily. "So I've been told."
Felicity opened the car door and got out. "I so do not need this right now!" She mumbled as she began to walk away.
Sam got out of the car and caught up with her, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Hey wait up. Are you sure you're okay?" Sam's 'worry mode' kicked in.
Felicity turned to look at Sam. "Well you really wanna know? No! I'm not alright! In fact, I'm far from it! First off, I'm persuaded to move to this small country town from the relative safety of the city! Then my best friend goes and vanishes on me and now I think I'm losing my mind with what I just saw! So what do you think?" Tears of anger began to fall.
"Look, why don't you come inside and take it easy." Sam said quietly.
Felicity wiped her tears away with the heels of her hands, slumping her shoulders in resignation. "I just want things to go back to the way they were before all of this happened."
"You're probably feeling pretty mixed up right now but perhaps if we could talk we might be able to help you." Sam said. Sam gently guided Felicity back towards the motel room, where Dean was waiting at the door.
Sam led Felicity to a chair and then sat down opposite her whilst Dean literally threw himself down on one of the beds and began to study Felicity. She was a petite thing with a fine figure. Underneath her swollen, red eyes she was attractive and her short, deep red hair completed a nice little package.
Felicity began to tell her story. Karla and herself had moved from Seattle to Kalispell as Karla had been offered a position of caretaker at the Conrad Mansion. They'd been living in town for about six weeks when Karla had been at work on night shift and had vanished without a trace. The Police had come to the conclusion that Karla had more than likely just moved on or became a victim of someone passing through but Felicity knew that Karla would never leave her like that. Besides, both of them didn't have any family anywhere, so where did she move on to? And as for falling victim, she just didn't want to go there. Felicity had been out to the Conrad Mansion on several occasions but had come up with nothing.
"All I wanna do is find out what happened to Karla. The police just closed the case! They didn't try very hard to find her!" Felicity said, wiping away more tears.
Dean grunted. "I tell ya, police just seem to get in the way!"
Felicity looked from Sam to Dean in turn. "What is it you guys do?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Dean said with a shrug of his shoulders.
Felicity pursed her lips in contemplation. "I'm at a certain disadvantage here. You know me but I sure a heck don't know who you are. For all I know, you two could be a couple of crazy killers!"
Dean gave a small chuckle. "If we were killers, you should be dead by now."
Sam frowned at Dean. "I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean. We're actually here to investigate your friend's disappearance."
Dean continued. "And that spirit that was bearing down on your earlier, bad dude. Very bad dude. That's the kinda things we get rid of."
Felicity shivered at the thought of what nearly happened to her earlier. "What a nightmare!" She rubbed her eyes and sighed. "I'm exhausted."
"What say we get you home and we meet up tomorrow?" Sam said.
Felicity looked at Sam and smiled. "That sounds fine."
Dean got off the bed and grabbed his car keys. "C'mon I'll drive you home." Dean led the way out to the car.
At the door of the motel, she turned back to Sam and smiled. "Thanks Sam."
He returned her smile. "Sure. Anytime."
Felicity gave Dean directions to her small home on the outskirts of town.
Dean turned off the Impala's engine. "We'll be around tomorrow to talk some more."
Felicity sat staring straight ahead. "Thank you." She said in a small voice. Dean turned to look at her. "Who knows what would have happened earlier if you weren't there."
A small smile played on Dean's lips. "All part of the job ma'am." She leaned across and kissed him lightly on the cheek and then got quickly out of the car and scurried towards her front door.
Dean waited until she was safely inside before starting up the Impala and heading back in the direction of the Motel.
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