Original Story
Disclaimer: I do not own Sam or Dean or any other characters from this amazing show. They belong to Eric Kripke. But I do own Kasey Daley Mueller. And in my mind she is played by Gemma Arterton with burgundy hair. Thank you!
Authors Note: So here is my first original Fanfic! It happens 6 months after 'in my time of dying' when Dean is still dealing with John's death. Please leave comments whether you like the original one or the episode based ones. Hope you enjoy!
Prologue
Ash informs Sam and Dean about the mysterious deaths in a town called Red Lodge in Montana. The boys head there and unexpectedly run into Kasey whom they haven't seen in months since she made John kill himself.
Red Lodge, Montana.
It was almost past midnight as Dean drove on the roads of Montana. He glanced at Sam who was fast asleep in the passenger's seat. He had been driving for 8 hours straight stopping just for lunch and gas. His legs ached and eyelids felt heavier than ever. Just when sleep was overcoming his senses, his cell phone rang, the sound of Metallica filling the car and Dean mentally thanked whoever had called. The screen read 'Ash' and Dean smiled to himself before answering.
"What's up Ash."
"Another lady dead in Red Lodge. Body found 20 minutes ago. If I were you I'd hurry buddy." Ash said in his drawling voice.
"Yeah. Will be there in another hour. Hey um.. can you run me through the deaths again?" Dean focused on what Ash would say now.
"Yeah sure thing. 6 deaths in a week, all in the same street, cause of death is not specific. You could call it a very bad coincidence and bad luck but we know better, don't we? Victims age from 4 day old baby to 50 year old man."
Dean's concentration returned at the news. What kind of thing kills a 4 day old infant?
"Alright Ash, keep me posted. I'll call you back." Dean said and hung up and stepped on the accelerator.
"Dean I'm sure it can wait till morning." Sam reasoned as they pulled in front of the dead woman's home where her body was found.
"No we can't. What if another less than a month old kid dies while we snore?" Dean snapped, pulling out his suit and fake ID's.
"But we don't even know what it is. In the morning I can come here talk to the sheriff and the neighbours whereas you go check the body, like we always do."
"Grab this." Dean tossed Sam's ID to him, and closed the trunk with a thud. He came to Sam's side of the car and leaned in. "Look, if you want to stay here, you can. I can't just sit with my thumb up my ass when something is killing babies around here." Dean said sternly and walked towards the ambulances.
"Hello sheriff, this is agent Kennedy and my partner agent Grohl from the Homeland Security." Both the brothers flashed their ID's. "
Sheriff Goodwin scowled. "Who informed you about this? I mean we were going to but-"
"We have our sources sheriff. Now if you please share with us the details of the case..."Dean replied curtly.
"Mandy Burlington, 32 year old widow, a teacher of History in the local school...She was found drowned in her pool by her 11 year old son, Logan. He claims she had gone to switch off the pool lights and secure their dog to the kennel and the next thing he heard was her screaming for help as she drowned.
"Well that's weird." Sam muttered to Dean as the sheriff took leave. "Hey look I think we should ask the kid." Sam pointed to a shaken boy who sat on the porch.
"Logan? Hey buddy can we ask a few questions if you don't mind?" Sam asked softly.
The dark haired boy looked scared but nodded.
"Do you think your mother could have slipped and fallen into the pool? I mean could she swim?"
"Mum could swim alright." The boy gulped. "But the switches for the lights are nowhere near the pool...Why would she go near it?"
"Another quick question. Did you notice anything weird in the past few days? You know, anything that stands out or peculiar?" Dean asked. "Your mom acting strange, any of the neighbours doing anything suspicious."
Logan bit his lip clearly in a nervous way. "No. Nothing. But it was an accident right?" He asked fearfully.
Sam stepped closer to the young boy and sat on his knee to face him directly. "We don't know that yet. Look Logan, hiding anything from us will only slow the investigation down. Whatever you know, no matter how strange it is, you need to tell us."
Logan looked at the ground, before facing the brothers. "I think there was someone in our yard tonight, just before mum went to the poolside."
Sam and Dean glanced at each other and Sam encouraged Logan to go on.
"The person was hooded. I just saw a shadow or a silhouette. I don't know, I might just be dreaming." Logan looked really disturbed and Dean motioned Sam to let the boy be.
"Thanks Logan. Listen if you need any help or can think of anything, call us." Sam smiled and left the boy alone.
The boys scoured the whole place for anything unusual but found nothing out place.
"What do you think? There's nothing here Dean . Maybe the boy thought he saw something. Or maybe it was his mother's shadow. " Sam said, tired of bending and checking behind every bush.
"Or maybe someone just dropped off a hex bag and we're just being too whiney about it." Dean said pointedly.
"Or maybe it's just too dark and we should come back again tomorrow morning." Sam retorted. "Dean come on, the world won't end if we wait for just a few more hours for the sun!"
"Yeah maybe not for us. That boy just saw his mother die Sam. That's as close to the end of the world as it can get." Dean scolded.
Sam remained silent to grasp what his brother had just said. He sighed. "You're right. I'm sorry. But tell me one thing Dean, what is making you so cranky these days Dean."
Dean looked up from where he was crouched. "Oh no, we're not having that bull talk again. You saying I've changed and I'm no longer the old me and how you loved the old me better, me saying shut up every time. You know what you're right. We should come back in the morning. Come on." Dean got up and started walking towards the Impala.
"I'm betting on witchcraft." Dean declared as he stepped out of the shower. Sam sat on the computer accessing the local news feed.
"Yeah I'd say the same, considering, all six people died of different reasons. Sudden pneumonia, freak accident in garage, car crash, pool drowning."
"So we should be looking for hex bags. Witches man, hate 'em." Dean muttered.
"There are about 20 houses on that street and as for now, 6 of them have been marked, in no particular order."
"Marked? Really?" Dean raised an eyebrow. "Could you make it sound more witchy?"
"Do you have any other word in mind?" Sam chuckled. "And one more thing...most of these deaths, five to be precise have happened either at night or early morning."
Dean looked up at Sam. "And according to Logan, the intruder was sneaking around, just before his mom drowned. Things do add up." Dean made an acknowledging face.
"Alright we don't know that for sure." Sam held a finger.
"Of course we do. What if this intruder is a witch, dropping hex bags wherever he or she goes?"
"I don't know Dean-" Sam said hesitantly.
"Why are you trying so hard to overlook this? We have looked into things for less. Come on Sam, 6 deaths in a week, every one from one of the homes on this poor bastard of a street, all happening at night. And we have a mysterious shadow slash silhouette. Sounds pretty good to me. What more do you want? 'Come find me' messages in blood on the walls?" Dean rolled his eyes in annoyance.
Sam sighed. "Alright. I guess it's our thing then..."
"Okay, I'll go to the morgue tomorrow first thing and you have a talk with the neighbours." Dean dried his hair with the towel.
"Yeah sure" Sam agreed but looked at Dean who was now staring ahead. "Man you need some serious sleep. Why don't you crash."
"Don't worry I'm good." Dean said, slipping on a T shirt.
"No you're not. Look, I don't care if you get mad and start throwing punches like the last time but you need to address this Dean."
Dean gave a dirty expression. "Address what."
"This thing. The way you've been acting. Like some crazed up hunter, working 24/7. I know you'll be pissed the moment I say this but right after dad-"
"Shut up Sam." Dean warned.
"Okay I will but you're not handling this well. That's the truth." Sam pointed out.
"Okay. Nice talk brother. You got me there. I should sleep. Set the alarm to 6 in the morning. And don't snore loud" Dean pointed his index finger at Sam raising an eyebrow as Sam shook his head in disbelief. Without a second word, he crashed onto the bed.
"Hey did you find anything?" Dean spoke to Sam the next morning on the phone as he returned from the morgue.
"No man, they're just a bunch of mourning people. Nothing seemed remotely suspicious. Dean I'm starting to think this could just be another bad, really bad circumstantial coincidence-"
"Sam in all these years when has it ever been that?" Dean said as he drove past the hospital. "There's some witchy about this. I can feel it. Hell, I can smell it."
"I'll meet you at this restaurant 'Udipi' once I'm done talking to Mrs. Havisham. Old lady's supposed to know a lot about this place. Don't take long" Sam said and hung up.
Sam's POV:
Sam walked into the well kept front yard of Mrs Havisham who lived with her son and grandson. He saw the front door open before he climb up the porch steps. A young lady emerged out, followed by an elderly lady.
"Arielle dear take care. Send little Amy my regards." The old lady smiled and Arielle thanked her, wishing her the same.
"May I help you?" Mrs Havisham asked sweetly to Sam who pulled out his badge.
"Ma'am I'm agent Grohl, Homeland Security. I'm here about the sad deaths of Amanda Burlington, Sidney Francois and others.."
"Oh. It's the saddest thing to happen in a while now. Please come in." She led Sam into her house.
"How was Amanda as a person, may I ask? Was she having any trouble with anything or anyone recently ?" Sam asked as they sat in the living room.
"No she was doing pretty well. She was a lovely person, agent. And that boy of hers..Logan, God help him through this tough time...Agent it was an accident right?" She asked, curious.
"We can't conclude anything now ma'am. Because Logan claims to have seen an intruder at night." Sam said and saw Mrs Havisham getting worried.
"So you think-"
"Like I said we're not concluding anything. Is there anything else you can tell us ma'am? Do you think any of your other neighbours saw someone breaking in or something at night?"
"Oh my god agent, are you saying all these deaths could be connected?" She asked, clearly scared.
"Could be. Don't know yet. Any news like that ma'am?" Sam pressed onto the question.
"Not that I know of..." She said, and wiped her really sweaty forehead. "Excuse me..." She said, breathing heavily.
"Okay then I'll take your leave. Here's my card if you think of anything – ma'am? Are you okay?" Sam asked, alarmed when he saw the woman clutching her chest with a pained expression. She was breathing really heavy and sweating profusely.
"I...I feel uneasy...I can't breathe...Ohhhh" She looked like she could faint anytime. Sam held her shoulders and gave her a glass of water before dialling 911 and calling for an ambulance. Then a thought struck him. The woman Arielle.
"Mrs. Havisham. Where was Arielle sitting?!" He asked in a hurry.
"What are saying? Please get me help. ...I can't" She collapsed on the floor, in Sam's arms, writhing in pain.
"No no no...hang on Mrs. Havisham..dammit." Sam let her go and started looking for a hex bag. He ferociously checked underneath the couch cushions, the floor, under the carpet and the nearby drawers, but in vain. He was so busy finding it that he didn't realize that the room had gone silent. Sam turned to the old lady in dread and found her eyes wide open, vision unfocused. Sam breathed hard in defeat, running a hand through his long hair.
"What the hell man. What's going on on that street?" Dean pinched his eyebrows as they returned to their motel room. It was almost dark outside by now.
"Dude I did NOT like how that Arielle sounded." Sam admitted. "There's something fishy about that lady."
Dean scowled. "Sammy now that I think was pure coincidence. She looked innocent to me. I mean you heard her. Her daughters sick..does she look the type of woman who'd go in breaking into people's homes at night? Plus she moved in here just a month ago and hardly anybody knows her." Dean explained.
"Then what Dean. We have scoured the entire street and all the homes thrice now. No hex bags, no nothing. We literally have no lead. Dean if we don't do anything I bet by tomorrow morning, we'll have another dead person." Sam said fearfully. "Should we call someone? Bobby? Ellen? Ka-"
"No." Dean snapped and got up, grabbing his jacket. "I'll go get dinner and then let's think of something."
"Dean-"
"Hey they won't know what we don't know already. It's definitely a witch thing. We first need to nab that hooded figure, if there is any." Dean justified. "I'll be back in half an hour. By the way I'm getting those awesome crispy gigantic rolls from that Indian restaurant. What about you."
Sam chuckled. "It's called a Masala Dosa and yeah I'll have that too."
It was almost 10 when the Impala passed through the notorious street. He was surprised when he saw all the lights in the homes, switched off. Seriously? Did nobody stay up late in this town? Dean slowly and silently pulled Baby to the side of the road where he was sure it was dark enough to be hidden.
It had been 30 long minutes since he had been waiting when his phone rang.
"Dean. Where the hell are you. What's taking you so long?" Sam complained.
"Shh. I'm here on the street. There's a high chance our mystery person might show up at anytime now."
"What? Do you want me to come?"
"No, no. Just stay put. I'll call if I need you." Dean said and held his tongue when he saw something move on the corner of the street. It was definitely a person. Their mystery intruder had come out to make tonight's move.
"I gotta go Sammy." He hung up and slowly slipped out of the car, gun and knife secured where he wanted them. He walked in the shadows, trying to be invisible. The person wore an oversized black hoodie and had their back to Dean making it difficult for him to judge the gender and built. Dean stopped in his tracks, confused, trying to analyse what the person was up to. Whoever it was, they were acting strange. The person was moving house to house, stopping by the front yard, peeking in, looking for something and moving forward to the next home. Till now the person had only covered homes that hadn't been 'marked'. Dean kept his sharp vision on the person making sure they didn't drop anything suspicious.
Then all of a sudden the figure actually entered the front yard of Mrs. Havisham's home. Dean put a hand on his gun full of witch killing bullets, ready to pull it out and started moving towards the home. Mrs Havisham still had a son and an 11 year old grandson and he wasn't going to let anyone get hurt tonight.
Dean stealthily slipped into the gate and looked around for his guy. Amongst the thick growth bushes by the wall, the figure was on their knees, bent over, doing something that Dean couldn't see. When he was close enough, he had a second for concluding what was going on.
Dean pulled the person back with force and hit their forehead with the butt of his gun. The person let out a muffled cry fell back and Dean almost sat on the intruder, holding the nozzle right between the eyebrows, ready to fire.
Kasey Daley Mueller's terror stricken eyes stared back at him. Dean was felt so shaken out of place that no one moved for a good five seconds.
"Dean?" Kasey breathed hard, trying to adjust herself under his weight. "Don't shoot."
This was the girl whom he had once taken a liking for. He had grown too fond of her. Her chocolate brown eyes were the same intense ones that threw him off guard every single time. The burgundy hair that contrasted her pale skin so well looked smooth in the moonlight, even though a small trickle of blood now marred her forehead. Then the other memories came flooding through. For just a second, he had forgotten that this girl was responsible for their father being dead now. Dean realized he had not moved the gun away.
"What the hell were you doing there?" He asked, gritting his teeth, pressing the barrel harder into her skin. It made sense. Kasey was a witch here. She always claimed to be a 'good witch' but her deeds left him doubtful now.
"Will you get off me? Maybe then I'll tell you." She croaked. Dean remembered her, taunting John in the hospital that day and seethed in anger, as if it had happened just now. He put a hand to her throat and put enough pressure for her to feel uneasy.
"Sneaking around innocent people's homes, planting hex bags in the ground, are we Kasey?" He hissed, increasing the pressure.
"What? Dean stop it!" She struggled, trying to yank his hand away.
"We knew it was a witch, who would have thought it would be you? Well, I'd say it was very foolish on your part to show up before me...when were you known for keeping promises?" Dean increased the pressure one final time before releasing her windpipe. Dean slid off her but clutched her hoodie in a fist and kept the gun pointed.
Kasey coughed, trying to recover from the asphyxiation.
"Speak. I won't hesitate to put one of these into your smart brain. What were you doing there? Go on, pick up whatever the hell you put in the soil." Dean motioned to the spot which seemed bald compared to the plants around it.
"Dammit Dean, I didn't put anything harmful there!" Kasey hissed, trying to keep her voice low.
"Oh really?" Dean yanked her to the spot and dug the loose soil with his feet. A small bag which looked everything like a hex appeared in the soil. Dean glared at her for explanation. He picked it up and shoved it in his pocket before dragging her out of the Havishams' yard.
"Dean listen to me. It's not what you think it is!" Kasey yelled when they were near the Impala.
"You mean that wasn't a freaking hex bag?" He pointed back the gun to her head. "Just tell me why you're doing it and I'll make it quick."
Kasey ran a hand through her hair. "Dean that hex bag I put in was a counter spell. You shouldn't have picked it up."
"I said I want the reason. Not some pretty story."
"It's the truth! If you just calm down, I'll explain everything!" She yelled. "I am not the one killing them Dean. Something else is. And the hex you have in your pocket is a temporary counter spell."
Dean studied her sceptically. If this had been six months ago, he would have trusted her in the blink of an eye. "What do you mean something else?"
"I have a theory. But it's one hell of a theory, you might wanna let Sam in on this too." She sighed.
"What makes you think I'll let you see Sam. Just because he is a little soft on you doesn't mean you use his support to make your crooked way back into our lives." Dean snapped.
Kasey sighed in defeat. "Fine. This whole street was cursed okay? Almost a century ago." Kasey explained. "They say there was this woman-"
"Alright get in the car." Dean said disdainfully and motioned with the gun.
"Dean I'm sorry I had to break the pro-" Kasey started to say as they got out of the car outside the motel room.
"Shut up." Dean snapped. "You tell the damn story and then you're out of my sight."
"Fair enough." She said, mainly to herself.
"Dean what the hell-" Sam stopped short when he saw who stood behind his brother. "Kasey? What are doing here?"
"Guess who our intruder was?" Dean said wryly as he removed his jacket.
Sam stared at them, his jaws open. "What? You mean you were the one Logan saw yesterday at his house?"
"What're you talking about? I came to town today evening." Kasey frowned.
Dean glared at her, dumbstruck. "Okay now you're lying through your teeth. The kid saw someone in his yard yesterday. Just like what you were doing. Sneaking."
"I'm not lying Dean. I came here three hours ago." Kasey held her ground.
Dean seemed to believe her but looked at Sam incredulously. "What, so now we have another trespasser apart from Kasey here? Just great. What the hell is happening in this town" He pinched his brows.
"Okay okay. Like I said I think I know what's going on." Kasey intervened. "Maybe that'll explain this situation."
"Okay then. Spit it out." Dean said tiredly.
"Almost a century ago, a woman had come here, from across the ocean. Our street here was the only inhabited area at that time. She hoped for a place to live and expected to be welcomed but things went wrong. The village accused her of practicing witchcraft and drove her away in disgrace. Turns out she actually was a witch and a pretty major one. So she left a curse behind for revenge. Every household that will ever live hear will face untimely inevitable deaths every once in a while." Kasey paused to see if the brothers were with her.
"Alright but why now all of a sudden?" Dean asked.
"I never said I was done." Kasey said before continuing. "This woman is a legend amongst witches. She was the head of the Grand Coven. She was Scottish with fiery red hair-"
"We don't want the chic's biodata. Skip to the part where we save people." Dean interrupted rudely.
"Her name was Rowena. Here me out, Dean, almost everything related to witchcraft ends or begins with her. Who knows one day you might run into another one of her stunts." Kasey pursed her lips. "Then came along her rival, another super witch. Olivette. Olivette made it her life's aim to undo whatever Rowena had done. So she stopped by here and studied the spell Rowena had cast. And she came up with a sole solution." Kasey paused again.
"What was it." Sam asked, excited.
"A Holy Basil plant." Kasey said. "She planted this elixir of a herb outside each of the houses, alongside the street, everywhere. This plant is native to the Indian subcontinent. It's worshipped in Hinduism. Every Hindu household has one in their front yard. It is supposed to ward off black magic."
"So Rowena was the crazy bitch and Olivette the good gal."
"Why are people dying now Kasey?" Dean asked again.
"Because someone has been ripping the plant off by the roots, one by one, from each of the front yards." Kasey said grimly. "You take out the plant, someone from the house dies within an hour."
"So the shadow Logan had seen yesterday-" Sam said.
"Was that of the person who had just pulled out the basil plant out of Logan's yard." Kasey completed.
"Why would anybody want so many random people dead?" Dean wondered.
"Somebody who moved in new to town. Somebody who felt unwelcome by the people. Dean? Ring a bell?" Sam asked Dean clearly referring to Arielle.
"Or someone who actually needs the plant." Kasey added and both the brothers turned to her.
"What?" Sam scowled.
"Well, there are all kinds of myths around this plant. Noone knows which ones true which ones not. It's juice mixed with a few other things can provide immortality, it can cure any fatal disease etc..."
"Hold on. But you're saying there's no permanent cure to this spell? And I'm talking gardening here. Can't we just have a final solution?" Dean asked.
"Hello. We're talking about the greatest witch of all times here. I have no clue what spell she put. And I doubt anybody else does. I'm afraid we'll have to literally ask her about it." Kasey grimaced.
"It was a century ago. She's got to be dead right? Of course not. The greatest witch of all times I get it." Dean added when he saw Kasey start to argue again.
"I have a feeling you guys will run into her someday. But now? The only option is to plant that herb again." Kasey said dryly.
"What do we do about Arielle?" Sam quipped in.
"Sam do we really know it's Arielle?" Dean asked.
"Dean she said her child was sick. Maybe she has no idea what she's doing is killing people. We have to talk to her."
"Alright then lets go." Dean said and they left the room.
They rang the bell on Arielle's door and waited. One of the rooms was lighted, so they knew she was inside, unless that was her daughter and mommy had gone for another round of basil roots.
When even after 10 minutes of waiting nobody answered, Dean pulled out his lock pick.
"If it's not her, we're screwed." He said as the door clicked open. The trio walked quietly towards the lighted room.
The door was open and they saw Arielle sitting with her back to them. A little girl of about 7 lay in front of her on the bed, looking really sick.
"Mommy don't cry." The girl said in the feeblest voice.
"I'm not, sweetheart. Come on, drink this up." Arielle held a glass to the girl's lips.
"Arielle." Dean said quietly not to startle the them.
"Shh. I know who you are, but she is not here." Arielle sniffled a sob. "She is gone."
"What are you talking about." Dean asked, a little softer this time.
Arielle turned to them, her eyes bloodshot. "All I wanted to do was save my baby!" She said, her lips trembling. She wept painfully.
"Listen. Were you the one taking all the basil plants out?" Sam asked and Arielle nodded.
"But I didn't know people were dying because of that I swear." She said immediately. "I am ready to face any consequence, as long as my baby gets well. You are hunters. The bitch told me you were hunters."
"Who?" Kasey asked in dread.
"She wouldn't give a name. She had these fiery red locks and a weird accent...She said if I stole those plants, they could save my daughter. But she tricked me!" Arielle shrieked in agony.
"Rowena." Kasey whispered in shock.
"All this while, she wasn't helping my baby, she was making hr more sick!...She betrayed me...God!" Arielle cried and Sam stepped forward to console her.
"Where did she go? When did she leave? We can track her down." Sam asked.
Arielle shook her head. "She didn't say anything. She just said my Amy couldn't be saved now. All this time the thing she was giving my child to drink wasn't medicine...it was something to make her death come quicker... "
"Damn she really is a bitch." Dean muttered, averting his eyes, unable to see Arielle mourn.
A small whimper caught all their attention. Arielle rushed to her daughters side."Honey? Are you okay."
"I love you Mommy." The girl whispered.
"Love you more baby." Arielle said cheerfully.
"Hey if you have the plant...we can do something." Kasey rushed forward. She took the glass from Arielle's hand and tried to give it to the little girl.
"It won't work." Arielle whispered. "It won't work if you steal it. That's what she said."
"What? Then what's it for her? It won't work for her either." Kasey pointed out, in confusion.
Arielle smiled bitterly. "I gave it to her. She didn't have to steal."
"Son of a bitch." Dean muttered.
Sam and Dean knew the look of a dying person and felt their own eyes moisten. The girls vision dimmed but she never closed her eyes. That was the saddest part. One could see the life force leave the body through the eyes. It demonstrated what really made a bag of meat and bones live.
Nobody said anything for the next five minutes. Arielle slowly stood up, calmer now. She turned to the brothers and Kasey and started walking towards the door past them. She stopped in front of Dean and before he could comprehend, she snatched the gun from his hand and pulled the trigger on her temple.
"Arielle No!" Dean yelled but the gunshot masked his shocked voice. The mother's lifeless body slumped forward and Dean caught her.
Everybody was on shock. Dean laid the body gently on the floor and looked up at Kasey in anger.
"Is that it? Or is there anything else?" He asked.
Kasey let out a weary sigh and walked out of the room unable to stand the morbid atmosphere and the boys followed her out.
Sam and Kasey watched Dean as he planted the basil seeds in the ground of the last home on the street.
"Thanks Kase. We wouldn't have done it without you." Sam said.
"Done what? We didn't win this one Sam. 8 people still died. Arielle and her daughter still died." Kasey said blankly. "I gotta go."
Sam nodded. "Take care. If you run into Rowena, give us a call"
Kasey smiled. "You talk like she's my classmate in the school of black I won't be surprised if she goes undercover. Witches of her decree only come out of hiding once in a while. They count in decades. I don't even want to know what she wants those basil plants for."
"Okay...I need to make a call. See you Kasey." Sam said when he saw Dean coming and walked away.
"You haven't left yet?" Dean said coldly not even glancing at her.
"Was about to." Kasey sighed, grabbing her bag from the Impala. "I won't say I'll see you Dean, coz you might break my jaw again." She smiled.
Dean looked at her with hard eyes. "You think by cracking your mild jokes you'll get around this? Make me forget what you did. Sam doesn't get it. Because he never witnessed what I had to. Tell me Kasey, tell me truthfully. Why did you do it? Why did you provoke my dad when you knew there were other ways to save me. We could have pawned the Colt to the Yellow Eyes for my soul. That would have worked just fine. Then why did you bring Dad into it?!" Dean said through his teeth.
"You didn't want the explanation then. Why now?"
Dean's eyes were shiny and outrageous at the same time. "Because I want to know dammit!"
"I want to know why someone who we trusted so much decided to take such piss poor decisions. And it doesn't add up Kasey. You go to the world and yell out loud, emboss it on your dad's headstone, I don't care. I am NOT gonna believe you did it for revenge." Dean's face shook with anger.
"Believe what you want to Dean, I don't give a rats ass. Goodbye." Kasey started walking away when Dean grabbed her arm.
"No you don't get to do that." He hissed. "You're going to tell me what exactly happened that day. So that for ONCE, I have a peaceful mind!" He yelled at the end.
Kasey narrowed her eyebrows in frustration. "That reaper wouldn't have left the place without a soul that day. So I worked up a spell to let it take your dad instead of you! John Winchester got my father killed for no good reason. I hated him dearly for that and wanted my revenge. What is so difficult for you to understand? So I had a plan that killed him and saved you. Two birds with one stone Dean." Kasey spat venom.
"Oh yeah? Then where's the colt? We can't find it. I know Dad had it with him. Where is it now? " Dean tightened his grip around her arm.
"It's with Yellow Eyes." Kasey looked to the ground.
"That's what I figured." Dean let go of her hand in disgust. "Who are Kasey? I might just say you have been helping Yellow Eyes since ever. Hell, you can be Rowena's aid, who came here to through us off track with the stupid story about the stupid plant and help her get away. You could be anyone right now Kasey." Dean looked at her in wonder.
"You're right. I could be anyone. But guess what Dean, evil or not, I'm the least of your worries. Why don't you get your in the actual game instead of figuring out whether I can be your friend or not." Kasey snapped.
"Oh that ship has sailed." Dean said a little too soon. He stepped back in finality.
Kasey smiled to herself. "I know." She said and turned to walk away.
Dean watched her leave and noticed for the first time, her hair seemed longer. For a girl who had always kept her hair like Jack did in Titanic, this length was long. It brushed her shoulders as she walked. She turned her head, on last time and smiled. Dean's balance shook at that smile. It was the same sad beautiful one that she had given him before leaving the hospital. As he watched her disappear, Dean knew that smile would haunt him till the next time they would meet.
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Authors Note: The next chapter will be an episode based one...Monster at the end of the book! Excited about it...Will post within a week! Thank you! Don't forget to review! :))
