When Lafayette arrived he had his arms full of a bag. He was dressed eccentrically still and he looked quite fabulous. He had made small bags with ingredients that would cast out a poltergeist.
"We need to put these in all the corners of the house. One on each floor I guess, and one extra on one of them." He handed Dylan two and James one. He took one himself. "I'll take the basement and east corner, Dylan take the second floor, west and south, James this floor, north. Gotta put it in the wall, so smash through the dry plaster."
"Moira is gonna love that." James said.
"It'll cleanse the house. It'll be fine." Dylan smiled and nodded. She picked up a hammer and the others did too.
"Let's get destructive." She said and walked upstairs. Dylan found the west corner and heard smattering behind her. A fire monster stood behind her.
"Hi there." Dylan murmured and shot it with rock salt. She smashed a hole in the wall and threw in the bag. She heard thrashing below her and ran to the south corner. A dumbwaiter and a door flew at her and she was knocked into a wall. She coughed wildly and kept crawling, into Lindsey's room. The fire monster was in the closet. Her dolls and Lego threw themselves at her. "OW!" She snapped and ducked out of the way of the toys and started smashing a hole in the wall. A lamp threw itself at her and the cord snaked around her neck. "Gah." She managed to get a hole in the wall and struggled to breathe while she managed to throw the bag into the hole. She fought the cord and a whoosh went through the house and it was enveloped the house. The cord fell to the floor. "Oh thank you." She sighed and rolled over on her back. "So that was fun." She fought herself up and walked downstairs.
"Dylan?" It was James.
"Yeah. You okay?" He nodded. "Lafayette?" He came upstairs.
"You all owe me a big drink. It's clean now."
"Yeah, I'll just call Moira." Dylan said. The family came back and Dylan and James explained what had happened and then walked down the street to a local bar. Lafayette got them all drinks. Dylan drowned half of her beer in one gulp.
"Okay then." Lafayette said.
"Dad taught us how to drink." James said. "Dylan is better at it than I am."
"Thank you bro."
"So, you couldn't tell our dad anything about mom?" James asked. Lafayette shook his head and smiled.
"But you honey child, you know, you just don't remember it." James raised his eyebrows. "They said it was an animal attack." James said. Dylan nodded.
"Yes, what your father told me is that's what they said, but that you, sole witness, said nothing killed her." James frowned deeply and seemed to look inward for a second. "Said she just disappeared. Torn up."
"It was a hellhound." James said. "There was barking, and uh, there was blood, and there was screaming, a lot of screaming. Hellhounds only go for people who they're sent for, right?"
"Far as I know someone must have made a deal." Dylan said.
"Mom made a deal?" James asked. "Why?"
"This was in 86, her brother had an accident in the 70s, remember dad told us?" Dylan asked. James nodded. "Some sort of hunting accident, maybe…" James drank the rest of his beer. "Would mom be that stupid?"
"For uncle Noah, yes she would." James said. Lafayette looked sad. Dylan's phone rang. She picked it up and answered.
"Yeah."
"Meet me at the Roadhouse in two days." Her dad said and hung up. Dylan took a look at her phone.
"Hey dad, we're fine, thank you. Yes we will do whatever you want." She said sarcastically. "Yeah, we're gonna drive for the next 16 hours. We have to go Lafayette." Dylan said and pulled a wad of cash from her pocket and dropped it on the table.
"Where are we going?" James asked.
"Roadhouse." Dylan said. "Car gassed up?"
"No. We'll stop for gas and food. I'll drive the first four hours, you sleep, then we swap." James said. "Thanks Lafayette."
"Keep in touch guys." They nodded and walked outside. James filled the tank, they bought food and James started driving. The landscape flew past when Dylan was awake and she hated the drive. It was evening again when they reached the Roadhouse and it was full of hunters and other travelers. James pretty much slammed the door opened. Jo was playing a deer shooting game. Dylan smiled at her. They had only been there twice before, but Jo liked Dylan and Dylan liked Jo. Ellen was behind the bar and Ash was drinking beer. Dylan waved and she and James walked over to the bar.
"Can I have beer?" James asked and thumped the bar with his fist. Ellen took out two glasses. Dylan smiled. She didn't get carded at the Roadhouse; Ellen knew she was old enough mentally if she wasn't old enough biologically.
"What are you guys doing here?" Dylan drank some of her beer.
"Dad told us to meet up here, just finished a case in Nashville."
"You drove here from Nashville yesterday?"
"Yeah. We're very good at driving." James said. Ellen rolled her eyes. James grinned at her.
"Ellen I'm leaving." A voice said. Dylan and James turned. It was an older guy. Dylan grinned.
"Hey Bobby." Dylan said. Bobby smiled to her and hugged her tightly. She smiled and hugged him back. "You gotta go don't you?"
"Yeah, got a case. Tell your old man I said hi." James nodded.
"Cool."
"See you around Bobby." Ellen waved as he left. Dylan and James waved at him. Dylan noticed a hunter watching her. She raised her eyebrows at him. He wasn't leering at her, he was watching her with a very intent face. Dylan turned back.
"John, eyes to yourself." Ellen said. "She's 19." Dylan looked at the hunter and saw him roll his eyes.
"Who is he?" James asked.
"John Winchester."
"He knows pretty much everything, huh?" Dylan asked. Ellen nodded. "You're angry with him." She shrugged. "You're gonna be annoyed if I talk to him?" Ellen shook her head. Dylan nodded and walked over to John's table. She put her beer glass on his table and sat down.
"Didn't tell you you could sit." He said.
"Didn't ask." Dylan said. "Why were you looking at me?"
"You're uh, different." He said. Dylan raised her eyebrows. He smiled. "I can't explain it Dylan Wesson, I just know you're different."
"Okay, different like you wanna kill me?" She asked. The music and chatter was so loud and they talked at a low enough volume for people around them not to notice them much. John smiled again. Dylan raised her eyebrows.
"No. Different like special. Different like you have a purpose. I don't know what it is girly." Dylan drank some beer. "Your daddy is a good man, tell him I said hi. Now go back to your brother. He's worrying." Dylan saw there was no point in arguing that so she nodded and got up, walking back to James.
"What he want?" James asked.
"He thinks I'm hot." Dylan said and smiled. James knew her well enough not to argue and that she would tell him when she was ready so he nodded.
"Hey Ellen you got Whiskey?" He asked.
"Yeah, you guys need a place to sleep tonight?"
"If it's not too much trouble, we got money." Dylan said.
"Then I have beds." Ellen said and got the Whiskey, and so they waited for their dad while hunters and road travelers drank and talked around them.
