6ft Under Chapter 4

'Bye, call you later.' A young blonde girl pressed a button on her cell phone and put it back in her brown hand bag. She pulled her fringe behind her ears and looked for her keys. She found them and walked inside her house. Picking up her mail, her phone started ringing. Holding her letters in one hand, she tried to find her phone but didn't get there in time. She looked at the time, 3:30 Dumping her bag on her green sofa, the noise of a ripping envelope filled the room.

'Miss Becky Caldwell, it has come to our attention that yada yada yada…. Same old stuff they tell me, I really don't care.' Looking in the mirror, she smiled at what she saw. Blonde hair, green eyes and a great body. Laughing she turned around. 'Im so hot, haha whatever. Shame Trent never thought so.'

'What a bastard!.' Becky turned quickly and saw her dead mother in front of her. Her eyes widened with fear and she looked at the black eyes, then was thrown into her wall. Her eyes closed, she was unconscious. The mother picked up her body and smiled with menace.

Slowly Becky started to wake up and feel around her. When she felt the sides of something she hit them and then turned, frantically searching for a way out. She put her hands up and realised she was in a box. Tears feel from her green eyes as the darkness held her tight. She screamed and panicked in the box. Her screams fell on deaf ears.

Sam woke up with a jolt. 'Ahhhh, dude, that was worse that the others.'

'I could tell, I had to drag your ass to the car so people didn't think I was hurting you.'

Sam blinked and held his head. Turning his eyes he noticed he was in the car. 'I saw her get taken and buried alive. The fear she had, it was dark in there but I saw her.' He was trailing off into his own thoughts and Dean tried to snap him out of it.

'Who was she, Sammy I need info so we can save her.' His green eyes focused on his brother.

Shaking his head he tried to think. 'Becky Cas..no Caldwell. She was reading a letter of some sort. The address was.' Sam had to think hard of the address on the envelope. '4565...erm.. Mason Road, Baltimore.'

'Maryland?' Dean wanted all the facts, and Sam was being slow about it. 'Did you see any thing else?'

'The time. 3:30' Sam looked at his watch. 'We have 5 hours to get there.'

Dean smiled at his brother. 'No problem.'

Again the journey was silent. Sam still was in pain and Dean was getting a bit worried. 'You okay there Sammy?'

'Huh, what, oh yeah im fine.' He wasn't convincing, but didn't want to dwell on the fact he saw someone like him fear for their life in a box under ground. Dean rolled his eyes in disbelief and carried on driving as fast as he could. Sam leant forward and picked up the laptop and their dad's journal. The noise of the laptop turning on filled the car; along with Sam writing down some stuff.

'What you doing?'

'Im noting down all the info on this girl, see if we can work out about her and her…power.' He logged on and run his hand through his hair. He clicked for the internet and then started typing.

It was a while later and they weren't far from where they needed to be when Sam stopped writing. 'I can not find a single file on her, not even birth records.' Anger rose in his voice. 'But I saw her, she had an address and a life.'

'What about that letter, did it say what it was from?'

'I cant think.' Sam close his eyes to concentrate. 'Wait a minute, it was from a company about her work.'

'A name?' Dean looked at where they were, his green eyes darting around the place.

'A bar, erm… temptations I think.'

Dean laughed, 'Well we're here so you take this.' Dean handed him a map then parked the car outside a shop. He got out the car and Sam followed. Looking around to make sure no-one was watching, Dean opened the trunk and rummaged through his weapons compartment.

'Dude, what are you doing? it's the middle of the day.' Sam was nervous in case someone saw all the guns and other weapons.

'Take the map and this gun. Be careful okay.' He discreetly handed the gun Sam used to kill Madison. Sam looked at it and swallowed. Dean held the gun for him to take ad could see the memories flash through his brother mind. 'Sam, I know this isn't the best thing to give you, but you have to take it. You need to be safe.'

Sam looked at Dean and knew he was right. 'I know, but where are you going?' He took the gun and put it in the inside pocket of the blue coat he was wearing.

Deans eyes widened playfully. 'I'm going to find that bar and get some information on Becky. You just find her house and make sure she doesn't get taken.'

Sam scoffed and watched as Dean got back in the car and drove off. He looked at the map and tried to find a road name or sign. And Dean said it would be a waste of his money if he got this map. He's needed it ever since. Sam smiled to himself and started walking.

It was about 20 minuets later when Sam found the place. He got out his phone and searched for Deans number.

'Dean, I've found it, how's it going with you?'

'I think I have found the bar, I'm gonna check the see about Becky, you look around her apartment , see if you can find anything.' Sam heard the phone beep and Dean hung up. The streets were quite busy, so he decided to go around the back way. He crossed the road and followed a path to the back door. Bending over, he looked at the lock and began to pick at it. It only took about 30 seconds and again he looked to check if any one saw. The coast was clear and slowly Sam opened the door. He stepped into the kitchen and could immediately see the colour scheme, silver and blue. Looking at the fridge, Sam noticed letters and photos stuck there. The letters were from her friend Fiona and the pictures were of days out with another guy. He continued to walk through the kitchen and went upstairs.

Her bedroom was tidy and had a scheme of white and red. The desk was full of paper and photos of her and other people. He picked one up and read the back. 'Me and Fiona on my birthday.' The letters were from colleges where she applied and Sam wondered why there was no record of this girl. Then he read the dates. '2005. What the hell.' Sam was getting more and more puzzled about this and went down stairs. He called Dean.

'Dean something isn't right.' He could hear music in the background.

'In what way?'

'The house, all the stuff looks like it hasn't been touched in at least a year.'

'Well, I'm just gonna talk to a colleague now, so you keep searching. Maybe its nothing and it just looks too tidy to you.'

'Yeah, maybe. Call me when your done.' He ended the call and went into the living room. He recognised it straight away and on impulse checked the time. 3:25. Thinking, he knew Becky would be back any second, so he opened the door to leave.

'Please don't hurt me.' Her eyes wide with fear. Sam had to act fast and placed his hand over Becky mouth just so he can re-assure her.

'Listen, listen. I am not here to hurt you okay, okay. Don't panic.' His eyes pleaded with her to trust him, and she slowed down her breathing and Sam let his hand go.

'I know your not.' Her eyes turned black and she threw Sam into the wall. His eyes were shut, he was unconscious.

Dean stood in the bar looking at all the women and waiting for someone to serve him. He was about to leave when a young red head came out and smiled to him. 'Im sorry about the wait, we are kinda short staffed. Can I get you anything.'

Dean smiled that cheeky smile and nodded. 'A beer please, and get one for yourself.' He winked and the girl giggled. She reached to get a beer, revealing her belly piercing. Dean whistled to himself and smiled when she handed it to him and got herself one.

'Are you new around here then?' Her brown eyes eager to learn more about Dean.

'Yeah, looking for a job and stuff like that.' He took a sip of his drink and looked around the bar. Not bad really.

'Well, we have some job openings here, but there's one problem.'

'Whats that?' His green eyes smiled for him, just to make the girl feel more at ease; and attracted.

'You would be the only guy working here.' She laughed at Deans reaction and he laughed too.

'Hey, erm whats your name?'

'Carrie, you?'

'Dean. Its nice to meet you Carrie. Now I was wondering if you could help me find someone. Someone that works here.'

Her brown eyes curious. 'Erm, sure, who?'

'Becky Caldwell.'

Carrie swallowed and blinked hard. 'Im sorry, but I cant help you.' She stood up and went to leave but Dean grabbed her arm. She looked scared.

'Don't worry, im not going to hurt you. But you can help me I can tell. So please tell me where to find her.' His green eyes looked worried also for Sam.

A tear fell from Carrie's eyes. 'Im sorry, but Becky's been dead for just over a year now.'