Once again I don't own any of these supernatural character's except for Christina. Please comment and enjoy.
I sat in the Impala rubbing my shoulder as I had bruised my shoulder by walking into the front door. Sam looked over at me raising his eyebrow as we drove back towards the hotel. He handed me his small pad of paper with notes of what the family experienced.
"You okay?" He asked as we were now a few blocks away from the hotel.
"Yeah," I said dropping my hand and scanned over the notes. "So this family is defiantly dealing with a poltergeist. Great. I LOVE poltergeists." I rolled my eyes. Trying to forget my last encounter with a pretty nasty one when I was only seventeen and by myself. I had barely managed to escape with my life. Barely.
"Seems like it." Sam said pulling into the parking lot. "Do you want me to do some research or do you about the house?"
"I'll do it." I smiled happy he was finally wanting my help besides just sitting on my ass at every hotel while he and Dean went hunting. I jumped out of the car and headed up the stairs feeling very excited about hunting with professionals.
Dean walked out of the bathroom a hotel provided towel wrapped over his wet naked hips. My cheeks turned bright red as well as he did as I turned my back trying to get the image of him out of my head. Even though I thought he was cute something about seeing him naked seemed wrong, very wrong.
"I'm so sorry Dean." I squealed pulling my red hoodie over my eyes. I braved a look up as Sam walked in. "Is he gone or is he still staring at me?"
"He's there, but he's pulling on his pants right now." Sam said. "Never seen a naked man before?" He asked walking over to his laptop and turned it on.
"No, I've seen a naked man once. But that was nearly three years ago. Back when I lived in Sioux Falls South Dakota."
I nervously looked back at Dean who was pulling on a tight grey shirt over his slightly wet chest. It felt wrong but I thought he looked really attractive. I shook my head and walked over to the table and sat down sliding Sam's computer away from him typing wildly in the search engines. Sam didn't let out a single objective towards me. "I said I'll do the research." I smiled and Sam looked over at his brother who was sliding on socks and his boots on his feet.
We arrived back at the Craver's house that night about eight in the evening. The Cravers stood packed duffel bags at their feet when Sam, Dean and I walked up to the front porch steps.
"Are you sure things are going to be better in a couple of days?" Kari Craver asked as Jared picked up her bag and headed towards their station wagon. Matt and Luke looked up at me and the Winchesters fear in their eyes.
"I'm sure of it. Don't worry." I reassured giving her a small hug. Kari nodded and let a couple of fearful tears drop from her eyes as she lead Matt and Luke towards the car. Jared Craver came back and shook our hands before picking up two more duffle bags, most likely the two boys. I gave them a reassuring wave goodbye. The car stopped suddenly and Luke ran out and straight to me.
"Take this please." He said his voice quivered slightly. "I hope this helps." His brown eyes looked into my hazel ones. I nodded and took the small folded piece of paper. He gave a small smile before running back to the car. I unfolded the piece of paper and I felt Dean peering down at it behind me.
"Is it his number?" He joked and I rolled my eyes.
"No, it's about the house." I said and we walked in closing the door behind us. "There used to be a school on this block. But it burned down in 1954." I said reading the paper and saw the picture. "Luckily it was during the weekend but there was a teacher that was killed in the fire." My eyes went wide as I sat down on the couch. "The teacher was Mr. Craver's grandfather."
"So his grandfather is attacking the family?" Dean asked nodding his approval at the contents of the house. "Not so shabby." He said. "You said they're both teachers?"
"Yeah," Sam said taking a very expensive dish of candy away from Dean and placed it back on the side table it was supposed to be. "Mrs. Craver teaches High-school English while Mr. Craver is a history teacher at the same High-school."
"That would suck if your parents were your teachers. Imagine the teases." I said thinking at Matt and Luke sitting in stuffy classrooms having to call their parents Mr. or Mrs. Craver instead of Mom and Dad. "Well, I think we should see if there's any sign of what's left of Mr. Craver's deceased grandfather and burn it before they come home."
"That's a good-" Dean stopped and let out a loud 'Whoa' as he flew smashing into the hallway crashing into the banister for the stairs. Sam and I rushed to him and saw blood trickling out of several cuts. A piece of the banister stuck in his lower abdomen allowing more blood to escape. His green eyes shot open as he let out a painful groan as Sam barely brushed the wood. "Dammit..." Dean breathed trying really hard not to punch his brother or me.
"Let's quickly get this job done." Sam said standing up followed closely by me. I stopped as I heard a sick slurping sound filled my ears. Dean held the piece of wood in a shaky hand. Sweat poured down his face as he blinked away the pain.
"Liquor. "Dean said throwing the wood down the hall barely missing his brother's head. I jumped to my feet and ran into their kitchen searching for liquor. I knew I was going to be replacing what I grabbed but I had to do it.
A unopened bottle of Kentucky Dry Whiskey was what I grabbed and was opening it when I reached Dean's slumped form still sitting on the steps. I handed him the bottle and he looked at me with surprise in his eyes. "Good choice." He started to chuckle. I gave an unsure smile but stopped when we both heard large crash and thud coming from a room just down the hall. I jumped to my feet while Dean struggled to move.
"Sammy!" I screamed running into the room. Sam's unconscious body lay underneath a large bookshelf, books strewn all over the floor. I felt a shiver and let out a breath seeing the my breath crystallized. "Shit." I said and walked over towards the bookshelf. It was surprisingly really heavy as I bent my knees and tried to lift it. It was nearly halfway up when something smashed me across the head, sending the large bookshelf crushing Sam's body again. Blood trickled down my face as I saw a tall aging man wearing a white shirt, homemade knitted vest and grey slacks. His partly bald head was covered with nasty burn marks.
"Kid's need to be punished for breaking into here." He said his voice surprisingly quite young despite being in his sixties...maybe. He took a step towards me. I carefully stepped over Sam's body gripping an iron poker that sat next to the fireplace. I took a swipe at the man and he disappeared. I kept the poker in my hands as I tried to lift the shelf again. I heard heavy footsteps heading in my direction. I turned my head and saw Dean holding his stomach blood leaking out from in between his fingers.
His face was pale even in the dark room. I gave myself one last heave as I managed to push the shelf off of Sam and moved it so it would fall just a few inches away from Sam's legs. "Dean," I ran to meet him but something pushed me back towards the fireplace my head bouncing off my shoulder I luckily used to protect my head before it could hit the stone surrounding the hollowed opening.
I shook the fresh soot from my back and watched as Dean was being thrown again towards the desk that sat other end of the room. "DEAN!" I screamed and jumped to my feet, the iron poker clutched in my hand, my knuckles turning white. His head was slumped to his chest blood sliding down his face. I ran to the phone nearest me and dialed three numbers.
"911." the voice of the woman on the phone awake and alert.
"Hi, I've got two..." I looked over at Dean and Sam licking my lips. "Brothers here that are hurt. I need an ambulance at 3rd Center street Home number 64. Please hurry."
"Don't worry ma'am," The woman said as I heard her typing on the other end. "Help is on the way. Please remain on the line." I nodded. "Can you tell me what happened?"
"We were house sitting for some friends when we were attacked." I stammered making sure not to say anything that would discredit my emergency.
"Are you hurt ma'am." The woman asked.
"I have a small cut on my arm but I'm fine. My brothers are really hurt. One of them might even have a few broken ribs and the other one has a head injury."
"You said, you were attacked. Is the man still there?"
I looked around gripping my weapon in my hand. "No." I squeaked tears forming in my eyes. "He left. He was wearing a mask so I couldn't tell you anything." I sighed a relief when I heard the sirens coming up the street and saw the flashing of colors outside the window. "They're here. Thank you so much!" I hung up the phone and ran to the front door making sure to drop my iron poker on the floor. I opened the door and four emt's dragging two stretchers rushed past me while two police officers gently led me outside were the rain was staring to fall. They were asking me questions of what had happened when the emt's walked out dragging the two stretchers with Dean and Sam towards the ambulance.
When they were loading Dean into the back I saw Dean's phone drop from his jacket pocket and landed on the grass. The police allowed me to leave. I rushed over towards the phone that lay in the grass and placed in my hoodie's pocket. I looked back at the impala. Knowing I would have to hot wire the car in order to drive it to the hospital. I bit my lip not liking the idea. I glanced over at the cops and gripped the two wires and rubbed them together. The impala roared into life. I pulled away and for once I wasn't followed.