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Supernaturally Mindboggling – Chapter 4

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In the hallways behind her a hand descending on her shoulder…

Emily sensed she was not alone and dropping her go-bag, whipped around quickly to her left and saw a brown plastic bucket right in front of her face and knocked it away as she pressed her forearm hard and pushed the stranger against the wall as she pinned him against it.

"Freeze, ass hole!" She held her gun close to his head as she pressed her knee between his legs and looked up at him. "Shit he's a friggin' giant."

Emily, that's Sam! Dean told her. Let go of him, will ya?

"This is Sam?" She said as she continued to crane her neck at him. "Sam Winchester?" Sam nodded as he stared at her gun.

Yup, that's him.

"Er, Emily?" Sam arched his brow as her as he leaned hard against the wall, "Nice to meet you. Can I have my…uh…boys back?" he pointed at his crotch.

Emily lowered her knee and straightened as she removed her gun as well. "Sorry, I just don't like people creeping up behind me."

"Yeah, I don't either, I usually take them out too but not with my crotch. Must try that some time." Sam bent down and picked the brown bucket of spilled ice cubes.

"Come on in," he invited her as he opened the door wider, "I'll be back, I gotta get more ice." He held the bucket and disappeared down the corridor.

Emily entered the room and saw that the TV was on and what was on and began to laugh as she shook her head.

Sam came back again in a rush and ran to the TV and his face reddened, he turned it off before he left again with the bucket held up, grinning sheepishly.

"I see what you mean about the pornos, Dean." Emily said.

Dean laughed, I told you. You're going to make his life miserable. He's gonna have some serious wet dreams tonight!

"Dean!" Emily blushed.

She sat down on the bed and waited as she turned the laptop around and she began to read what was on the screen; vampirism.

"Vampires originated in Transylvania and had been around since the 1800s…Bram Stoker's Dracula. Oh yeah, read about the book. Interesting read." Emily said.

Suddenly, a man in his mid 50s and with a beard and a cap came in and saw Emily and frowned as he ran his eyes all over Emily.

"Geez, Sam didn't waste time getting a whore in his room, how much did he paid for you for the night?" He asked gruffly.

Emily stood up stunned, "I…er…you…?"

That's Bobby! Dean almost choked in laughter. He thought you're Sam's latest…Oh my god! He began to laugh.

Emily started to laugh.

Which made Bobby angrier, "What the hell…? Get the hell out of here!" he said angrily.

Emily arched her brow, "Look, you…"

"I know your type, you may be beautiful and all and Sam's type but he doesn't need this distraction, so scram!" He indicated with his thumb. "NOW!"

Dean laughed even more, Sam's type! Oh shit! That's too funny!

"Dean, that is so not friggin' funny!" Emily griped. "Bobby, I'm Emily!"

Bobby paused, "You're Emily? The Emily with Dean in your head?"

She nodded as she indicated her head, "Emily Prentiss, the whore."

Bobby rubbed his beard in embarrassment, "Bobby, I'm-such-an-igit, will you forgive me?"

Emily laughed as she shook his hand, "Of course, Bobby. Nice to meet you finally."

He nodded, "Yeah, same here. Speaking of igits, is the igit still in your head?"

Hey! I resent that! Dean yelled.

Emily nodded, "Oh yeah, he certainly is."

Sam came in just then with a bucket full of ice cubes, "Hey, I see you met Bobby, Emily. Good."

"Oh yes, Sam." Emily turned to look at him. "We met." She giggled while Bobby tried not to look at her.

"Here's your ice, Bobby." Sam pointed at the bucket.

"Took you long enough!" He griped as he placed a few ice cubes in a glass and poured bourbon into it and took a much needed drink. "Ah, that's better! Now that the 'Bad News Bear Gang' is all here, we can start this little pow-wow meeting."

Sam had sat down by his laptop on the bed.

Emily chose to sit by bed across from him while Bobby sat on the chair near a dining table.

Emily began, "So, what is this voodoo?"

Sam looked at Bobby who nodded, "Voodoo was brought to New Orleans from Africa by the French during slavery in the 1700s. The slaves brought with them their beliefs like religions and healings because their slave masters didn't have doctors for the slaves. They began making charms and amulets for protections and to curse or poison their enemies, too.

Many years later, they made this charm called the ouanga that poisons the enemy; it consists of nails, poisonous roots from the tree called the Maudit tree, brought from Africa. Then they incorporate holy water, holy candles and holy incenses when these slaves became Catholic by religion and much later called themselves Louisiana Catholic Voodoo or the LCV.

"100 years ago, one of these VCV priestesses traveled to Europe with her master and encountered a Pale Vodu or Vampire and succumbed to his bites and became his vampiric slave. When she came back to Louisiana and became her own mistress, she established her own community deep in the bayou."

Emily watched Sam and shook her head, "So, who was she?"

"Is, she is still alive."Sam said.

Emily arched her brow in disbelief, "She must be…?"

Sam nodded his head, "About over 200 years old."

"Old bitch." Bobby muttered.

"Does she have a name?" Emily asked.

"Well, she has several, Valerie Blackwell, Valaria Blake, Val Beaker, and the latest, Valerie Black. She runs the local mortuary company called the Black Lawn Mortuary."

Goddamn blood-sucking voodoo bitch! Dean uttered.

Emily snickered.

Bobby and Sam turned to look at her quizzically. Emily shook her head.

"How many of these mortuaries do she own?" Bobby asked.

Sam looked at his lap top and arched his brow, "Over 100."

"Shit, and double shit," Bobby cursed and then looking over at Emily, "Sorry, excuse my language."

Emily shook her head, "Don't worry about me, Bobby. Dean had baptized me with his brand of language too, so by all means." She waved her hands about her.

Dean chuckled.

"So, I'm thinking one of these over 100 mortuaries is holding Dean's body?" Emily suggested.

Sam nodded. "Question is which one and why?"

Emily nodded too. "Sam, what were you guys doing here in the first place and who is this Gordon Walker?"

Sam gave a start, "Gordon was a vampire hunter like us but he was turned by a vampire and Dean killed him."

Damn right! Dean uttered loudly.

Emily muttered, "Will you just let me listen to Sam, Dean?"

Sam and Bobby turned to Emily and grinned.

She looked at them, "He is so annoying and such a nag."

Bobby chuckled, "That he is, Dean!" He said out loud. "If you can hear me, you better treat her nicely. She is pretty as can be."

I'm well aware of it Bobby! Dean uttered.

Emily laughed. "Dean said he's aware of it."

Sam rubbed his neck, "Yeah, you're lucky you're in her head, Dean. I got the physical part of her arm."

Emily laughed as well as she blushed, "I apologized, Sam. I told you I didn't like to be snuck up on. And I'm sorry for knocking the bucket of ice."

"Is that why there's puddle of ice and water on the carpet in front of your door, Sam?" Bobby asked. "I thought someone got drunk and pissed all over and spilled their drinks at heir drinks at the same time."

Sam shook his head, "Nope, I crept up behind her." He unconsciously closed his legs together. Emily bent her head down with embarrassment.

Bobby smiled, "Shouldn't have done that, you know she's a fed, right?"

"I do now." Sam said as he pointed at her weapon sticking by her waist.

Bobby shrugged, "That's not going to kill those voodoo vamps."

Emily tilted her head at him, "Then how do you do it then?"

Not rock salt or your gun for sure, Dean chimed in.

"Rock salt? Why would you use rock salt?" She asked Dean.

Sam looked at her, "Uh, are you talking to him or us?"

"It doesn't matter, I'm confused, what does rock salt have to do with killing voodoo or vampire?" She looked at the guys.

"Salt," Sam explained. "Is use in many religions as a purifier and protection to ward off evil spirits."

"It's not just for flavoring your French fries." Bobby joked.

Emily arched her brows, "I see, how do you use it? Throw a handful a time at them?"

Dean choked up in her head and began to laugh again as she laughed.

"Shut it, Dean!" She covered her mouth as she tried to look serious.

Sam took his gun out and removed a cartridge and shook out its shell and white substance came pouring out on the table.

"Taste it." He urged.

Emily looked at him. "It's not what I think it is? Is it?"

Sam shook his head, "It' not drugs, Emily, just try it."

She dabbed a little on her finger and tasted it and found that it was indeed salty. She nodded, "Okay, I'll give you guys that and does it works?"

Dean snickered out loud, seriously Emily? We're not a bunch of 'toons!

"I am being serious, Dean! Can I not ask questions? Okay, okay…I believe you guys." She sighed heavily. "When the day comes and he's out of my head…." She made to strangle him with both hands.

I saw that!

"No you didn't!" Emily put her hands down.

"Well, it works on demons and ghosts." Sam sat beside her.

"What do you mean demons and ghosts? Real ghosts?" She asked.

Emily, tell them about that vampire you met the other night.

"I don't know if it's real one…?" Emily hesitated.

"What is it?" Bobby watched her.

She nodded and told Sam and Bobby about her encounter with a vampire.

When she was done, Sam stood up and began to pace about the room, "I don't understand? What is your connection to this whole thing?"

Emily shrugged, "I wished I knew too. I'm just as confused as the next person."

Suddenly there was a knock on their door as they all grabbed their guns.

"Who is it?" Sam called out.

"Room Service." A masculine voice on the other side of the door came through.

"Did you order for room service, Sam?" Bobby looked at him.

He shook his head.

Emily was on the hotel room phone calling the front desk.

"Uh, just leave it by the door." Sam shouted.

"I need your signature, Sir".

"I'm a little busy at the moment." Sam called back as he stood by the door.

"Sir, you ordered some food a moment ago and I need your signature." He knocked on the door again, this time more aggressively.

"Er look, just bill it to my room and leave the dish by the door, will you?"

Emily replaced the phone back on its receiver and looked at Sam and shook her head as she stood by the door with her Glock up near her cheek and one hand over the door knob.

Emily? What are you doing? Dean was exclaiming loudly in her head.

"Dog! Now!" She whispered to him.

I don't like what you're doing, just let Sam and Bobby handle it!

Emily rolled her eyes, "Dog, and I mean dog!"

Sam and Bobby were staring at her strangely while holding their weapons.

She sighed, "Please, let's not start with the sexists crap now!" She hissed while staring at the door.

And I'm not about to let whatever on the other side blow your… my head off! I like my head… our heads…oh shit! You're not listening to me, aren't you? Emily?

Emily rolled her eyes again as she shook her head.

Em?

Em? Hey! It's my head too! Aw shit! Of all heads I have to end up! Stubborn FBI female head strong…fine! Go ahead! Get killed! I'm going to look in all of your stupid boxes and I'm going to knock them off their stupid shelves!

Emily had her eyes closed as she tried to block out his ranting; just for a second, she was tempted to put her gun in her head and pressed the trigger but it was just for less than a second.

The next second the door was kicked in as two men walked rushed in!

Emily saw that their eyes were glowing eerily red just like the state trooper the other night!

"Duck Emily!" Sam yelled and Emily did as Sam and Bobby fired their guns and blew their heads, their blood spraying all over Emily.

But they were still not dead! Headless, they were welding machetes and were coming at Sam and Bobby!

"Balls! Anymore better ideas?" Bobby yelled out as he fired again but to no avail as they kept advancing at him.

Fire! Try fire! Emily, tell them to light them up! Dean was yelling.

"Dean said fire, guys!"Emily stood up, her face was covered with blood.

Sam nodded as he began to pat his pockets in his jeans and digging his left pocket producing a disposal lighter…

"Sam! Watch out!" Emily ran and pushed one of the bloody headless men down as she snatched his machete from his hand and began hacking his arm off as Sam lit him and suddenly the man was engulfed in flames and as quickly as he was enflamed he was now reduced to ashes.

It all took less than two seconds!

"Sam! Your lighter!" Bobby shouted as the other advancing headless being came towards Bobby. Sam threw the lighter and Bobby lit him and in less than two seconds the second man was now a pile of ash.

Bobby looked at Emily, grinning, "Well, that was a good suggestion, Emily."

Emily was wiping her face with her hand, "Don't thank me, thank Dean, it was his idea."

Bobby arched his brow, "Well I'm thanking Dean via through you."

Emily nodded, "You hear that, Dean? You did something useful finally."

He laughed, you're welcome guys.

Emily laughed, "Urgh, I'm going to wash my face…Come to think of it… I'm going to shower and change…oh shit…never mind, I've a got pervert hanging around in my head. Oh, this is so crazy!"

Dean and Emily began to laugh again.

Sam and Bobby watched her.

"I think she's cracking up." Sam remarked.

Emily shook her head, "No I'm not, Sam! It's just that when Dean laughs, he makes me laugh too. Yeah, I look like an idiot when I start laughing out of the blue because of him." She explained.

"Welcome to my world," Bobby said. "I have to deal with these two igits all my life and they're not even in my head, thank goodness."

Suddenly a man wearing a suit with two men came in.

"I am the hotel manager, what is the meaning of this? I received several complaints of gun fire!" He demanded. Then he looked into the room and his eyes widened in horror. "Good lord! What happened here?"

Emily glanced at the bloody mess in the room and at Sam and Bobby, and sighed as she pulled her FBI credentials and went to the hotel manager and began talking.

Fifteen minutes later, many hand gestures from the nervous hotel manager later, he finally left with the security guards and Emily turned to Bobby and Sam as Dean uttered loudly in her head;

Wuss!

Panderpuss!

Mamma's boy!

"Dean, will you please shut the hell up?!"Emily banged her head with the butt of her gun.

Okay! Okay! Ouch! Ouch! Stop! I'll stop! But I have one last thing to say, he was being an ass to say that!

"Dean, that was more than one thing. Now will you just dog it?" She pleaded with him.

Bobby and Sam were grinning at her, "So, what did the manager said?" Bobby nodded at her.

"Well, long story short, he's willing not to press any charges if we leave in the next five minutes and never step foot in this hotel again."

Sam went to his bags and began packing his things from the closets and grabbing his toiletries from the bathroom and dumping them into his bags, "Thanks Emily, I don't know how you talked him into letting us off so easily."

Emily frowned, "We were lucky, if he'd saw the headless twins, I don't know if he'd have been any calmer than he was."

He was a friggin' wuss, Dean remarked. He almost wet his pants. I think he's wearing training diapers.

"Shut up Dean." Emily grumbled. "You're no help to me."

Hey I help you with the fire tip. Dean said proudly.

She sighed, "Yes, you did but will you please shut up now? This is serious."

I'm serious, too.

"Oh my god, Dean, for once, just clam up!" She frowned.

Bobby and Sam exchanged amused looks, "Glad it's not us." Bobby grinned. "I'd probably blow my head off by now."

Emily turned to him, "Don't tempt me, Bobby. Are you packed yet?" She picked up her go bag which was near the dining table.

"My room is only two doors down but I won't take long to pack. Give me a couple of minutes." Bobby left the room.

Emily walked to the bathroom and wetting a washcloth, she did her best to wipe the blood off her face.

Damn! You look like shit! Dean remarked as Emily looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror.

"Thanks Dean, you're so complimentary."

He chuckled. Nothing like a little voodoo blood that helps your skin and makes you look younger.

She made a face at the mirror, "No thank you, Dean, I'd rather use regular water and facial soap.

"Hey, Emily," Sam poked his head into the bathroom. "Bobby's back, let's go. The security's back."

She nodded as she stepped out of the bathroom and picked up her go-bag and together with the other two, they left the hotel room.

Damn, we didn't even check into our room, Emily! Dean pointed. I miss those complimentary nuts.

Emily giggled, "I like them too, especially those cashews nuts."

Yeah, me too!

Sam and Bobby were giving her odd looks.

"Talking to him again?"Bobby pointed.

She nodded.

"I'll never get used to this shit, it's even weirder than that Steve Martin movie, 'The man with two Brains'. At least he had the same two brains. You have entirely two different whatever." He waved his hand about him.

I still have my own brain, Bobby. Dean said.

"And I do too, Bobby. I mean, Dean and I are still thinking separately." Emily pointed to him. "Thank goodness.

"So can he see your...er…um…never mind." Sam began to blush as he looked ahead while they waited for the elevator.

Emily began to laugh, "Yes, he can."

Dean was laughing as well.

They all stepped into the car when the door opened.

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An elderly couple on the first floor was waiting for the elevator for a while as they stared at the light when they noticed it had stopped for a very long time on the third floor. They were about to go to the front desk when they heard a ping indicating that the elevator was coming down and smiled at each other.

When the doors opened, they were shocked to see two men; one of them was very tall and one middle aged and a woman, stepping out at the same time and all three of them were drenched in blood!

They turned and nodded to them as they then walked away quickly and headed out of the hotel and towards the hotel indoor garage with their bags.

The elderly couple peeked into the elevator and saw more blood and two piles of ashes on the ground and exchanged worried looks.

"Well, this is New Orleans and it's the celebration of the Festival of the Dead, my dear." The husband said to his wife.

"I'm not getting in there, Alfred. Did you see all these fake blood on them? Those young people are really getting carried away." As she looked at the floor of the car. "Is that real ashes or is that sand? I tell you, Alfred, we should complain to the hotel manager about those young whipper-snappers, always making messes wherever they go!"

"Delores! I'm not climbing three levels to our room, my arthritis and my heart will kill me! Now get in there, love!" He pushed her into the car.

As the door close, the couple could be seen holding a very large cross between the two them in their shaking hands.

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End of Chapter 4