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Chapter four - Surprise visit
After a restless night of no sleep whatsoever, Julia decided that getting up at six in the morning to hand in her resignation and collect some things from her locker at work wasn't such a bad idea. She knew that Peter would still be sleeping as he never woke up until ten unless he had some sort of meeting to prepare for. As she walked out into the cool, morning air, she felt the reality of leaving Peter hit her like a ton of bricks. The night before, she'd been constantly mourning the loss of her best friend so she'd never got the opportunity to really think about the fact that she'd put a stop to her relationship with her husband.
Julia was scared about being on her own and a part of her wanted to run back to Peter and beg him to take her back. But she knew that she couldn't do that; The stronger part of her mind screamed at her that if she went back then he'd go back to exactly what he was like before she left - and she'd be punished very harshly for walking out on him. Even though Julia always imagined leaving Peter being the hardest thing she'd ever have to do, actually walking away from him was in fact the easiest thing that she'd ever done in her life.
She wanted nothing more than to take the money that she had been saving from her job and head straight out of town but she needed to do one last thing, and that was to find Liz's murderer.
"You're lucky that I've arrived here so early this morning," The woman said as she sat down behind her desk and watched as the two Winchesters did the same. "What state did you say you were from again?"
"Texas." Dean replied before clearing his throat. "So, what's the post mortem report on Elizabeth Raymont?"
The Winchesters watched as the woman pulled out a file, opened it and pushed it towards them. Sam took it in his hands and began to read it, his eyebrows raising almost every second. "She scratched herself to death?" He questioned, his eyes wide with shock.
Dean raised his eyebrow at that before turning his direction back to the woman. "Seriously?"
"Cells from her body tissue were found on the tips of her nails and vice versa. Also, her nails were practically drenched in blood." The woman shook her head in disbelief. "Don't ask me how, or why, but Elizabeth Raymont definitely did this to herself."
The youngest Winchester pushed the file towards his brother, as the images of Liz's body were too gruesome. Dean took the folder and looked at the images himself, his stomach turning; if there was ever a time when he would be put off of his breakfast then it would of been at that moment. "Jesus." Dean knew one thing for sure, and that was that the hunt was slowly beginning to look more and more supernatural related as the days went by.
Becky woke up with a start to sounds of clattering and banging. She raised her eyebrow sleepily as she glanced around her room; it was still slightly dark but she could see properly when she squinted her eyes. "What the hell?" She mumbled to herself as she listened to the sounds for a few more moments. "Julia?" Becky called out loudly, slightly annoyed that she'd been woken up so early when she wasn't going to even go into work.
When it was clear that the noises were not going to stop, and that they were slowly becoming louder and more frequent, Becky jumped out of her bed and stormed towards her bedroom door. Something wasn't right.. Julia wasn't the sort of person to be rude in somebody else's house, and she certainly would of stopped making the noises when Becky called out her name. "Julia?" Becky called out again as she stepped out of her bedroom door and headed towards the source of the noise.
Becky's hunt for the noise led her to her kitchen. She opened the door and as soon as she stepped into the room the noise abruptly stopped. "What the-" She cut herself off, however, when she saw a figure on the other side of the room, just standing there and facing her. It was still too dark for Becky to recognize who it was but she knew that the person standing on the other side of the room was not Julia. "Who are you?" She demanded before reaching behind her and swiftly pressing the light switch. Her eyes widened when the light bulb didn't turn on, and she tried a few times - but there was still no light. "I just asked you a question!" Becky exclaimed as she became and more panicked by the second.
The figure walked forward and Becky's heart started to race with fear. All she wanted to do was turn around, run in the other direction and call the cops but something was literally stopping her from moving. She couldn't even blink and it terrified the hell out of her because she had no idea why. "What's going on?" Becky asked as she tried to move with all of her might, to no avail.
An inhumane laugh echoed from inside the figure as it came closer and closer. "You should have just stayed out of it." The voice was so distorted that Becky couldn't decided whether it was male or female.
"St-stay out of what?" Becky questioned, her voice strained. "Please just let me go." She begged.
"It's too late now." Within the blink of an eye, the figure was stood directly in front of Becky. Even though it was so close, she still couldn't properly see any physical features. The figure reeked of something that was so disgusting that Becky had to gag. It was an foul odor that she had never experienced before and it was rapidly becoming too much to bear.
A long, crooked hand came towards Becky and began to stroke her left cheek, causing her to flinch away. "Please leave me alone." Becky pleaded, her eyes stinging with tears that were mainly caused by the smell - but her fear was also party to fault.
The figure laughed again, but this time the laugh was cruel and harsh. "You're going to sit down on one of your kitchen chairs and then you are going to scratch both of your legs until there is nothing left. Then I think you will also do the same to every other part of your body. If anyone tries to stop you, then you will kill them."
Becky was about to down right refuse to do any of those things. Every morsel of her wanted to tell the figure that it was sick and twisted and that there was no way it could make her do that.. but then she started to move towards the chair. "No," Becky muttered as she tried to stop herself from moving.
It was no use. No matter how much she tried to fight her body movement, she was slowly heading towards the table and there was nothing that she could do to stop herself.
"Is there anything that could possibly be responsible for causing a person to practically skin themselves alive?" Dean asked his brother whilst driving the Impala towards the diner. The images of the body were still fresh in his mind and he couldn't understand why somebody would do that to themselves.
Sam shook his head. "Not that I know of. Obviously we're dealing with something that has the power to control the actions of people - so, the only two things that I can think of, off of the top of my head, are a witch or a human."
"A human?" Dean raised his eyebrow in a confused manner.
"Yeah, maybe one with powers like I used to have. Except, instead of psychic visions they can-"
"Control the actions of other people." Dean finished, cutting off his brother's explanation. "Kind of like that Andy kid we met?"
The youngest Winchester nodded. "Just like him. Except, if this thing really is just a human with special powers, it sounds more like Andy's evil twin."
Dean rolled his eyes. "I hated that kid."
"We've got to be careful Dean.. if my theory is right then that means that we could be dealing with anybody in this town."
"But we could narrow our selection down by finding out who had a grudge against Liz. I mean, you don't just make someone do that unless they really get on your nerves."
The conversation was abruptly cut off by the sound of Sam's cell phone ringing. He pulled it out from his pocket and looked down at the screen, before glancing cautiously over to his brother and then declining the call.
"Who was that?" Dean asked, not once taking his eyes away from the road.
Sam shrugged too quickly. "No one important." He glanced over casually at his brother to see that Dean's hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly.
"Was it the demon bitch?"
"Dean," Sam sighed, causing his brother to scoff.
"What?" Dean demanded with a raised voice. "Just because she saved you whilst I was gone doesn't mean we can trust her Sammy! At the end of the day, she will always be a demon.. an evil, disgusting bitch of a demon."
"I declined her call."
"But you were speaking to her this morning before we left for the morgue."
"You were listening in on me?" Sam demanded in an annoyed tone.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on, you couldn't have made it any more obvious you were on the phone to that bitch!" Sam went to open his mouth but Dean cut him off. "You know that I don't like you using your powers - they aren't natural and they're just going to bring loads of trouble that we sure as hell don't need with the God damned apocalypse looming over us!"
Sam narrowed his eyes. "She can help me kill Lilith!"
"I don't want to talk about this anymore Sam." Dean stated firmly, his eyes still on the road. "If I see her within a hundred yards of us then I won't hesitate in shooting her."
The youngest Winchester went to protest but his brother lent over and turned on the radio, turning the volume up to it's highest. Dean then moved back and started humming to the song, causing Sam to fold his arms and glare out of the window.
No matter how many times he tried explaining that Ruby was trustworthy, Dean would never listen to him.
Julia sat down beside her locker, pulled the empty cardboard box into her lap and started to pull her things into it. She didn't really have a lot to put into the large box, mainly because most of her things were stored back at Peter's house. But she did keep her passport, an emergency stash of money and some old pictures in the locker as she didn't really have anywhere personal back at the house to put it all, and with Pete snooping around in her belongings nothing was ever really safe back at the house.
Other things that were in her locker included a small sweater and a few pictures of her and Pete. She placed the box to the side and glanced at the pictures in her hands. the first one was of the two of them when they first started dating; Pete had his arm slung protectively around Julia's shoulders whilst they both beamed into the camera. Julia was still at Stanford at that point and they were on their tenth date at a local fair. Julia couldn't help but smile at the memory - Peter was such a gentleman back in that time of their relationship and would never turn angry towards her. Back in those days, Peter was only in California on a holiday.
But then she looked at the next few pictures and the memories of him changing came back to her mind. Instead of having his arms slung protectively around her, in these pictures, Peter has his arms tightly around her shoulders. His stance made him seem like he held a lot of authority over Julia, whilst, instead of beaming, her lips were curled into a fake smile that never quite reached her eyes. She was no longer at Stanford in those pictures and had moved to the town that Peter resided in when he had needed to head back. Julia realized how foolish she had been; their relationship was so fast paced that she'd never got to know what type of man he truly was until it was too late.
Julia narrowed her eyes as she ripped each of those four photos into tiny little shreds. She then stood up from the floor, her cardboard box in hand, and walked out of the staff room with her head held high.
Just as the Impala pulled up outside the diner, Julia had walked out of the building. Sam glanced over to his brother. "D'you reckon we should try questioning her again? She might know who had it in for Liz." It was the first time that either of the brothers had uttered a word since their mini dispute on the way to the diner.
Dean observed Julia for a few moments. She still looked completely grief stricken but also as if she hadn't had a wink of sleep. The Winchester knew that there was a slim chance that she'd agree to talk to them about Liz just one day after she'd found her dead but he decided it was worth a chance. Even though Peter had forbidden them making contact with her, Dean couldn't care less. He honked the horn of the car causing Julia to turn in their direction. Dean motioned for her to walk to the car.
When he did, Sam expected Julia to turn the other way and obey the rule that Peter had made. But to his surprise, and his brother's, Julia offered them a small smile and headed towards the car. Both Sam and Dean got out of the Impala and met Julia as she reached them. "Hi." She stated, her voice quiet.
"How are you holding up?" Sam asked her softly.
Julia looked down to the floor for a few moments and then looked back up at both of the Winchesters, tears glistening in her eyes. "I'm fine," She lied, and Sam knew that she had. Julia turned her attention to Dean. "Have you found anything else out about who did this to her?" She spoke with such fire and determination for revenge that it concerned both of the Winchesters.
"Yes, we have." Dean began but before he could tell her what they had found out, Sam nudged him. "Ow! What was that for man?"
Sam walked closer to Julie and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I think we need to go somewhere quiet. Is there a room in the diner where we can speak to you in private?" Sam asked, but then his voice turned bitter. "I mean, obviously we can't go back to your house because Peter would probably be angry."
Julia narrowed her eyes briefly at Sam. "There is, but I don't work there anymore.. and, FYI, I don't live with Pete anymore. I left the bastard and his stupid job."
Both of the Winchesters looked surprised; it was as if Julia's attitude had done a 360 degree flip. "Why?" Sam asked, stunned.
"Long story cut short - He's a sadistic, vile, pathetic excuse for a human being and I've had enough." Sam couldn't help but smile; The old Julia, the Julia that he knew and loved, was slowly coming back alive. Julia then placed a hand on her hip when she realized that the subject had been so suddenly changed. "What have you found out about Liz's killer?"
"Is there somewhere else private that we can talk about this?" Dean asked.
"I'm living with a friend temporarily, I'm sure she won't mind if we head over there to discuss this." Julia walked past the brothers and got into the back of the Impala, causing both Winchesters to raise their eyebrows. "Come on, what are you waiting for?"
Dean sighed. "I guess we'll have to wait to eat until later.." He trailed off before getting back into the car.
Sam stood in his spot for a few moments. He wasn't really sure how to feel; On one hand, he was glad that Julia was slowly getting back to her old self and that she'd left the man who was obviously a dick to her.. but, on the other, he was worried about her. It was obvious that she was masking up all of her feelings about Liz's death. She'd gone from being a crying wreck to a determined, slightly bitter woman who wanted revenge. Sam knew how the path of revenge could slowly consume a person and he didn't want it taking Julia off of the edge.
When they arrived outside of the block of apartments, Julia watched as the two brothers got out of the car. "Could I talk to Sam really quickly?" She questioned as she joined them outside.
She watched as Sam and Dean glanced at each other before Dean nodded. "Yeah, sure, I'll catch you guys up in a minute." He stated.
Julia and Sam walked away from the Impala and stood in front of the entrance of the apartments. "What's up?" Sam asked with a smile.
"I'm sorry." Julia began as she looked at Sam with an apologetic expression. "Peter told me to stay away from you and I had to. I didn't want to, but I was scared and didn't want to make him angry." She watched as Sam's facial expression turned angry. "Are you mad at me?"
Sam shook his head as he took one of her hands in his own. "No, Jules, how could I be angry at you? I'm angry at that Jackass but not at you."
Julia smiled and then pulled her hand. She wrapped her arms around him, relieved that he wasn't upset with her.
The youngest Winchester couldn't help but smile widely as he wrapped his own arms around her and placed his chin on the top of her head. The two stayed like that for a while. "I'm sorry about Liz." Sam stated genuinely. He felt Julia's whole body go stiff and watched as she pulled away from him with a look of determination on her face.
"Me too." She stated, before adding, "And I'm also sorry for the son of a bitch who murdered her. I'm going to make him pay.."
Sam was about to say something else but he saw Dean walk towards them. "You guys done with the chick flick moment?" He asked, causing Julia to raise her eyebrow.
"The what moment?" She asked Sam whilst the three of them walked into the block of apartments.
"Don't ask." Sam muttered as he watched her walk ahead and show them the way. All of the pain and anger in Julia genuinely hurt him; he knew what it was like to lose someone and to see his best friend go through the same thing was difficult. He then thought about how difficult it would be to tell Julia that Liz did it to herself, and to not be able to explain the fact that the death was supernatural related. Sam hated lying but he couldn't exactly tell her the truth, could he?
Kind of a little bit of a cliffhanger.. I'm sorry! (Muahaha)
Anyway, I bet you're all wondering what the hell happened to Becky. Also, Peter wasn't in this chapter.. I bet you're wondering what's he up to now that I've mentioned it! All will be revealed in the next chapter. Please review and let me know what you think.
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