Thanks to Phanie for the French word help and encouragement.
Chapter Four
Isabelle had parked about a half mile down the road from the convent. So she could get the lay of the land and basically sneak around the building to see what was happening. She opened the door the back door of her car then pulled out her small but powerful Nikon as well as her jacket. Out of habit she kissed her saint Christopher necklace she wore around her neck. Though she wasn't a devout Catholic or really a church attending one she did have her beliefs.
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She put her keys in her jacket then set off on her walk. Initially, all she saw was trees which surrounded the building that was set off on a hill. She walked a few minutes before she heard voices. They were male voices and she looked around to see the closest place to hide.
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"Ash," Sam said into the phone, "How could that be?"
"What is he saying?" Dean asked as Sam give him a look that clearly said shut up.
"Yeah, we will get back with you," Sam said into the phone again before he put the cell phone away.
"Dean, seriously I was on the phone."
"Yeah, yeah, just tell me what he said."
"He said that there have been several deaths of nuns in the last couple of months all over the place. All in remote areas in building built on old cemeteries."
"Really? Why haven't we heard about them?" Dean asked as he stopped walking and looked around.
"Hey what are you doing?"
"Shhhh I thought I heard something," Dean said before he pulled back the limb of the tree where Isabelle hid.
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"Hi," she said timidly.
"Well hello," Dean replied with a smirk.
"Ne me regardez pas comme si j'étais un morceau de viande" (don't look at me like a piece of meat) she said under her breath, her French accent was heavy with sarcasm.
Dean thought it sounded sexy but didn't feel like what she said was a nice response.
"Pardon?"
"Hello yourself, I said," Isabelle added with a slight smile at throwing him off.
"Okay," Dean said though he somehow didn't think that was what she said before.
Sam put his hand out toward her in a friendly gesture, "Hi I'm Sam and that is my brother Dean."
"Pleasure to meet you, my name is Isabelle," she replied this time with a more refined voice.
"Um can I ask what you were doing behind the tree?" Sam asked.
"I ………..well dropped something," she said as she began to look around the ground.
"Oh maybe we can help you, you shouldn't be out her alone, there have been a few problems in the area," Sam said as he too began to search.
Dean stood back as he watched the two of them, he didn't believe a word she said he felt right away she was hiding something besides she had a camera.
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"Oh," she said as she pulled her keys from her pocket.
"What?" Sam asked.
"They are right here, I thought I dropped them," she said as she looked sheepishly at them.
"Well, glad that is settled, we should go Sam," Dean said as he tried not stare at the beauty in front of him.
"I really suggest you find somewhere else to take your walk," Sam suggested as they headed in the opposite direction toward there car which was a few feet away.
"Thanks for the concern but I'll be fine," she said as she began to walk away.
"Les hommes, she said under her breath, pensent toujours qu'ils sont nos grands protecteurs. (men, always thinking they are the big bad protectors).
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Sam and Dean waited in the car until she had walked out of sight then got back out to follow her. They found her as she sat perched on a small rock taking photos of the front of the building. They waited a moment before they tapped her on the shoulder.
"See, now reporters are not allowed up here besides it is a crime scene, but then you probably knew that," Dean said as he arched an eyebrow at her.
"What are you the police?"
"Yep, that we are," Sam said as he pulled out his fake badge that read Sam A. Young,
"You got me officer," she said before she put her hands up in the air.
Dean tried not to laugh, "We don't want to arrest you just get you out of here and back on the road, okay."
Isabelle sighed. She would have to come back later. She didn't want to argue or get arrested. She followed Sam and Dean back to her car and drove away as a new plan developed in her head.
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That afternoon the kidnapper when in to chat with Bobby as he sat blind folded on the sofa. The sound was on the television but Bobby had tuned it out long ago except for occasional weather reports which to him had seemed to be a sign of what was happening. The occurrence of electrical storms seemed to have accelerated. He had a bad feeling that was because of increased demonic activity. He had to warn the boys but he had no idea how he would do that. If only he could get to his phone. But surely they would have considered that by now.
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"So Mr. Singer how are you holding up?" the tall man asked as he removed the duct tape from Bobby's mouth.
The man's hands were unusually soft on his skin and Bobby noticed right away. He felt a chill crawl down his spine. It creeped him out to have man touch him at all especially one that seemed almost feminine. For some reason the Anti christ came to mind. That made him want to hurl big time.
"There you go no use in having a one sided conversation," the man said.
"What the hell we going to discuss the weather? What is going on? Why do you have me here?"
"Oh your questions will be answered but not today I am afraid."
"Then what is there to discuss?" Bobby said as he finally looked in the man's eyes that shone red for about nanosecond.
Bobby pretended not to notice but when he had the information he needed he knew of an exorcism that would work on the guy just fine.
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"Well just an update I suppose. Your friends are getting into our little mystery and doing well. Looks like John trained his boys sufficiently at least for our purposes."
"You know if I was with them things would go a bit faster."
"Maybe but you will be needed here so well, thinks are going as planned."
Bobby rolled his eyes as he took a deep breath.
"I really need to take my heart medication or you are going to have one sick kidnap victim here. Can someone get me some aspirin for my headache at least?"
The man looked down his nose at Bobby, but then he smiled.
"Yes, of course we will take care of it right away."
Bobby nodded in lieu of an actual thank you., before he was tapped again.
"Someone will be down shortly and you have a good day."
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Back at the motel, Sam and Dean spoke with Ash on the phone again as they pinpointed the similarities in the cases he mentioned.
"So what is it a tag team, how could these incidents be happening all at once?" Sam asked as he sat down at the desk while Dean lounged on the bed with his hands behind his head.
"Heck if I know, research is your area," Dean said as he closed his eyes.
Sam was quiet as he searched using the google search engine for any news about what Ash had relayed to them. There had to be some type of leak somewhere. If that reporter, Isabelle, had come to gawk then there should be others. Of course they had only assumed she was a reporter because that had seen her taking pictures.
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He changed his search but realized he hadn't gotten a last name.
"Hey Dean you said you got the license plate from that car that Isabelle drove?"
Dean leaned up off the bed, "Yeah," he said as he rolled his eyes before he reached in his jacket pocket to retrieve the sheet of paper.
"CMK 763, I t was a rental," he said with a smile that Sam saw .
"So you thought she was cute?
Dean smirked, "She was alright," he replied as he laid back down.
"Just alright?"
"Do your search Sammy, I'm resting."
Sam chuckled as he went back to work certain Dean was daydreaming about Isabelle and not dozing as he wanted him to believe.
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Meanwhile, Isabelle, is in her hotel room not far from where Dean and Sam doing more research as she waits for dark to she can to the convent. She receives a call from her contact just as she gives up on her search for the moment.
"Hey Tony, what's up?" she asked as she moves to the bed to retrieve her hand bag to get her brush from it.
"Um, Izzie, we have a problem."
"What?" she asked distracted.
"Someone found out that I spoke with you and…." he is interrupted as someone grabs the phone from him.
She hears what could only be a struggle take place in the background.
"Tony? Hey are you there?"
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"Miss Langolier, you need to drop this story, the voice said."
"What? Who are you?"
"It matters not who I am but you will be in danger if you continue investigating do your self a favor and walk away," that is all that is said before the line goes dead.
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Her hands shook as she put away her cell phone. Okay deep breath, I can do this she thought as she reached in her bag again to check her gun. It is loaded and ready. She has a sweet little .45 something given to her by her father years before. She grew up handling weapons and wasn't going to let a little thing like a threat stand in the way of what had become a curious case. She always loved a challenge and when she convinced herself of that all over again she went back to her search with a surge of adrenaline.