Superville part 4 : Superville Whisperer

Note: there is a bit of Ghost Whisperer in this chapter so I'm very sorry to the people who don't watch Ghost Whisperer. Mainly, it's about a woman named Melinda Gordon who talks to the dead.

"Hey Dean," Sam said from the desk in their hotel room. "I think I found a job for us. It's this town called Grandview and lately, an antique shop's been vandalized a few times."

"So? You know Sam, some people don't like antiques," Dean stated.

"Dean, there wasn't anything on the security tapes. As in, the person who did this was pretty much invisible and think about it, antiques could carry angry spirits."

"Invisible? Well you should've just started with that Sammy. Lets' go"

"Wait! Uhhhh…. Can we say goodbye to Chloe first?" Sam blushed.

"If you like this place so much, we can just come back you know."

"Yeah, but I still want to say goodbye."

"Fine, let's go." Dean said, annoyed.

"Can we come too?" Chloe asked Sam and Dean once they told Clark and her why they were going to Grandview.

"Yeah," Clark joined. "Our powers could really help and it might be an invisible meteor freak."

"Sure!" Sam said at once, very enthusiastically.

Dean looked at him quizzically. Sam was acting like a 5 year-old with a

school-girl crush. "Yeah, ok," he added, " but we leave now, so come on."

"Ok, I just have to tell Lois that we're leaving. Meet you at the car?"

"Yeah," answered Dean.

And of course, to go with Dean's theory, Sam was looking at Chloe the entire walk to the car. He really doesn't know how to play it smooth like, oh I don't know, me. Dean thought.

It was a long drive, but they finally made it there. Sam had offered his front seat to Clark so that he could sit beside Chloe. She thought this was really cute.

"So we should start by talking to the owner of the store. A woman named Melinda Gordon. What's our story going to be?" Sam asked.

"Well obviously, since we're working with vandalism, we should go with the insurance company." Dean pointed out.

"Ok. I'm thinking we shouldn't go four at a time, it's a bit overwhelming. Clark, you could go with Dean to talk to her, you now, see what exactly it is we do, while Chloe and I go to the café so that we can see the pictures you send me on my laptop. Remember to get pictures of all the visible artifacts." Sam advised Dean.

"I know, this isn't my first time." Dean said as he left with Clark. Sam and Chloe moved to the front seats and drove to the café.

"Hi, I'm Frank Louis and this is my partner Thomas Welling. We're from the insurance department and we're here to talk to Melinda Gordon about the resent vandalism in this store." Dean explained to the woman behind the cash.

"Right, I'm Melinda. I actually have a box of all the artifacts that got broken." Melinda said as she picked up a very large cardboard box that was filled to the top with broken pieces of glass and porcelain. Dean gave a slight nod to Clark as a sign that he needed a distraction. Clark went to talk to Melinda.

"So do you have any idea who could have done this?" Clark asked.

"Not really, no. But I'd like to just leave it be. I don't think the people who did this will be coming—" Melinda paused. She seemed to be starring off into space. Then she got a worried look in her eyes and Clark tried to get her attention back to him.

"Uh. Miss Gordon? Are you ok?"

"What?" Melinda asked, coming back to reality but still stealing glances towards that same direction. "Oh, yes I'm fine. And call me Melinda, please" she said with a bright smile on her face that reminded Clark of the way Lana smiled when she was hiding something and wanted everything to seem like it was perfectly fine. Clark turned to look in the same direction as Melinda when suddenly a box flew off the shelf and fell right at Clark's feet. He curiously bent down to pick it up but when he opened the box, the piece of kryptonite that was inside it made Clark feel like he was dying. He fell the floor in pain, rolling from side to side to try and get away from the kryptonite.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" Melinda asked, looking more worried than she had earlier.

Dean then figured out what Clark's real weakness was, as he ran to close the lid of the lead box. "He'll be fine, he's got real bad….. allergies sometimes," was all Dean could think of as an excuse for Clark's behaviour.

"I think he might need a doctor," Melinda suggested, still confused. In her life, she was really the only one who kept strange secrets.

Clark started to stand up. "No, I'm sorry to have startled you Melinda, but I'll be fine," Clark assured her, but the way the kryptonite just landed there, at his feet, it still bothered him. "Where did you get that meteor rock? I'd recognise it anywhere because they only landed in one town, which is pretty far from here."

Melinda looked at the box quizzically. "I have no idea, I don't think I have ever seen this before."

Then Melinda stared off into the distance again, like she had before. She glanced at Clark, then at Dean, and back again. "I know this might sound strange, but do either one of you know a Clark Kent or Dean Winchester?"

Clark looked nervously at Dean, and Dean replied in the same way. Dean wasn't used to getting his cover blown so often.

"Okay, so we might have been stretching the truth about our names," Dean tried to explain. "but how do you know us?"

Melinda looked like she was thinking over what to say next. It seemed as though this question was brought up a lot around her.

"I have a certain gift-" Melinda said, but was immediately interrupted by Clark.

"So you've been in Smallville during a meteor shower?"

"Um, no," Melinda said, more confused than ever. "I was born with a gift that lets me communicate with the dead. And lately, two men have been asking for you two. They're here with us now."

Dean looked at Clark with obvious annoyance. What the hell is she trying to pull? We're smarter than this, he thought.

"Listen lady," Dean said, going back to his regular ruder self, "I don't know who you think you are but this isn't going to work with us."

"I'm telling the truth. These men say they are your fathers, John Winchester and Jonathan Kent."

"But that's impossible!" Clark said, though it was not what he was thinking. He was really hoping this woman wasn't crazy because he was dying to talk to his father, and also wanted to know what was with the kryptonite.

"Okay then, ask me anything that only you and your fathers would know and I will prove to you that I can see them right now," Melinda said.

"Fine, we'll play your little game," Dean said, still not convinced and getting really annoyed. "What did my dad tell me in my hospital room just before he traded his soul for mine?"

Clark looked at Dean sympathetically, he didn't think the Winchesters had it so bad.

Melinda looked at the empty space for a couple of seconds then turned to Dean with a strange look on her face. "He told you to keep an eye out for your brother and that if he became evil, you had to kill him."

Dean took a few steps back. He was shocked. No, not shocked, that's too light a word. He was paralyzed and his ears went numb from the strange revealing of the truth.

"Well let's see if you can get two for two," Clark ventured. "What caused my father's last heart-attack, the one that killed him?"

Dean's ears lost their numbness long enough for him to hear Clark's question. A heart-attack? That guys got it good, at least his dad died of something not as… rare.

Melinda turned to Clark again and said, "He really wants you to believe it's him so he told me a bit more than you asked. It all started when you left to Metropolis on red kryptonite and to bring you back, your real father, Jor-El gave your father abilities but when he was done with them, they ended up being to much for his body. This last heart-attack was caused by the possibility that Lionel Luther knew your secret." Melinda looked at the space questioningly because she had no idea what she was talking about. A secret? Abilities? This was more weird of a case than usual.

"So I believe you now," Clark said. "But what was with the green kryptonite?"

"Oh, you mean the meteor rock?" Melinda asked. "There was also another ghost asking for you Clark, but he doesn't seem as kind-hearted as your father. He said his name is Bizarro."

Dean and Clark walked into the café to find Sam and Chloe still sitting at a table with their laptops open, waiting for pictures of the antiques.

Sam looked up and saw them. "Hey guys, where have you been? We haven't gotten any pictures yet!"

"That's because we didn't send you any," Dean said. "We kind of, found out something about the store's owner…"

"Let me guess, she was doing it herself as an insurance scam?" Chloe asked, thinking this was obvious.

"No," Clark replied, looking over at Dean, then back to Chloe, "she can see ghosts."

You could probably fit both your fists into each one of their mouths, that's how much Sam and Chloe's jaws dropped.

"Really Dean? You actually believe that?" Sam said, sceptically.

"Yeah Sammy, she knew stuff that only dad would know."

"Wait, she saw dad?"

"She saw my dad too," Clark added.

"Which one?" Chloe asked.

"My adoptive one."

"Anyways, we think you guys should come see her. Apparently the guy doing this was trying to get Clark's attention. Some guy named Bizarro?" Dean informed them.

"Oh no!" Chloe gasped. "He was a murderer! Can aliens come back as ghosts when they aren't on their planet?"

"Looks like they can," Clark said. "But we have to go over soon to see how to get rid of him. Melinda said the ghosts only go away when their unfinished business is taken care of."

"The only thing Bizarro wanted was your life Clark, and Lana of course," Chloe added.

"That's what I'm afraid of."