Supernaturally Mindboggling – Chapter 6

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"Oh my god!" Emily exclaimed. "That's the UnSub's house!"

What? Dean uttered in her head.

"What?" Sam exclaimed as he looked at the old house.

It was a two storey house that was built in 1721 and had miraculously survived the latest hurricane disaster; Katrina, when all other houses surrounding it had fallen. Since then, duplexes had been rebuilt and a small community had begun to live and flourished within only to be destroyed again when it was tarnished by the serial killer, LaMonde Wheeler.

When four women were reported kidnapped, no one had suspected LaMonde. He was a strange individual no one had given any thoughts of being an individual capable of such heinous acts.

When the body of the first woman was found in the house of the second kidnapped victim's house, the local Medical Examiner was astonished to find what was inside the body of the victim; ashes. As if she was embalmed or made into a human voodoo doll. Her mouth and eyes were sewn shut as well. No one knew why it was done so. The local police was apprehensive as the old cops saw the voodoo implications in the victim; they did not want to touch her at all for fear of retribution.

When the second body was found in a similar manner; the older police began to fear that religious of voodooism was involved and they retreated from the case!

The detectives then called the FBI for help where the BAU stepped in to help solve and find the kidnapped victims but they were too late. The fourth victim had been dead long before the BAU had been called in.

LaMonde Wheeler was arrested and committed to a mental facility and the house had been stripped and gone through by the FBI crime lab as the local lab refused to enter the house.

That was last week.

It had since been cleared and cleaned.

Emily did not expect to see it again or to come back into the house again; she felt uneasy as she looked at the old building.

"Wow, this house was known to be a slave master house back in the early 1700." Sam explained. "It housed hundreds of slaves and many had died here too. The slave master back then had done a lot of atrocities to his slaves and yet they overcame by prayers and power of their religion."

Emily stared at the house and shivered uncontrollably. "I don't like the house, it's just plain creepy."

Yeah, I'm feeling it too. Emily, are you going to be okay? Dean asked her.

"Yes, it's just a house, right?" she said.

"Yeah," Sam nodded assuringly as he got out of the car and opened the trunk. "It's just a house, Emily."

Bobby was standing by him as Sam quickly told him what Emily had said about her previous case.

Bobby looked at her and nodded, "Maybe the connection is the wooden doll, and the house."

"You think?" Emily asked.

It's starting to make sense. Dean agreed. Whatever the doll is made of, it keeps appearing around you.

She nodded, "And it's around you, too, Dean. We're cursed."

That would be correct, Emily. He said.

Sam nodded. "Er, yeah. So cursed."

"No need to rub it in, Sam." Emily smacked him on his shoulder.

He mouthed an ouch as he rubbed his arm.

"Told you not to…"Bobby shook his head.

"…mess with her. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it, Bobby." Sam nodded as he picked up his gun and checked it to make sure it's loaded and working as well as the flame thrower.

"Okay, here you go, Emily." Sam handed her an AUG. "Don't have too much fun with it."

"Funny ha ha, Sam, didn't know you're a comedian, too." Emily gave him a wry look as she took the gun from him.

My brother aspires to be the next Johnny Carson.

Emily giggled

So cute.

"Dean…" Emily shook her head as she followed Bobby into the house.

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Bobby turned on a large flashlight which was more like a torchlight as it illuminated a large area enabling them to see better.

They were on the first floor of the house and in the living room; old wooden floor planks which were broken through and gape opened.

"Watch your step, kids." Bobby warned as he shone the lights down at the holes.

Yeah, probably that's what happened when I fell down. Dean said.

"What? That you rush things head on without watching where you're going or you came unprepared?" Emily teased.

Sometimes, I want to wring your neck! Dean growled.

Emily chuckled, "Are you growling, Dean? Should I be afraid? Or am I supposed to be turned on by the animalistic sounds?"

Bobby turned and frowned at her, "Will you just shut it? This is freakish! I can't tell if you're talking to us or him in your head? And pay attention! This is serious business!"

Sam arched his brow as he leapt across a hole on the floor heading to the stairs leading up. "Is it getting hot and humid in here to you, guys?"

"It's always hot and humid in New Orleans," Bobby griped as he followed Sam.

Sam arched his brows as he and Emily exchanged looks.

Emily shrugged as she stepped across another hole and climbed up the stairs too.

The older he gets, the grumpier he becomes, Dean whispered in her head.

"Be quiet Dean, quit getting me into trouble." Emily whispered back as she came upon the familiar landing and walked into the familiar first room to her right.

A three-quarter moon was surprisingly bright and clear as it shone through into the bare window; there wasn't any furniture in there but bare wall with torn wall paper and dusty light fixtures and old broken wooden window sills. Spider webs had spun in every corner of the room and there were evidences of rats and cockroaches taking up residents.

Emily opened the closet door slowly and apprehensively; it was where she had first found the wooden doll within.

Swallowing hard, she opened but it was too dark to see.

Is this where you found the doll? Dean sudden voice almost startled her.

"Yeah, it was on the shelf up there." She reached up and began to feel about, hoping to find nothing.

But as she ran her hand on the wooden plank, Emily retracted her hand quickly when she felt the familiar wooden texture and gasped as she turned away from the closet! It was back!

"Shit!" Her heart began to beat fast! Fucking shit! Her hand clenched tightly on her chest by her heart.

Emily! Dean exclaimed, I'm here with you, babe. Breathe …easy…I can hear your heart beating like a humming bird! Calm down, babe…It's okay, Emily…I'm here with you…breathe easy.

She nodded, "Breathing, Dean. Thanks." Her chest was going up and down hard and rapidly as she leaned against the closet door, the gun facing downwards. "Dean, I turned in the doll to the FBI evidence crate. I remembered bagging it."

I believe you, Emily. Dean assured her. Can you take it down and show it to Sam and Bobby?

She nodded and turned to reach out for it and picked it up and showed it so Dean could see it in the soft moonlight by the window.

Whoa! It looks creepy all right. Dean remarked.

The doll's red eyes were staring right at Emily as the wooden body was carve to resemble just like a body and it was dark brown in color and upon closer look, Emily saw that the hair on the doll's head was real hair!

"Dean, the hair on the doll…it's real hair!"

Whose are they?

"I don't think I really want to know." She walked out of the door and down the hallways in search of Bobby and Sam.

She found them in the third room on the right.

"Sam! Bobby! Look, this is the doll I'm told you about!" She held it out.

"Wow, this is so creepy, what kind of wood is this made of?" Sam held it up close to him.

"I don't know, I've never seen it before." Emily said.

Sam then held it up to his nose and sniffed it, "Smells sweet like maple and cinnamon mixed together."

Bobby smelled it, "No, it smells like soap, fresh smelling soap."

Emily sniffed it and held it away, "Yuck, I don't know what you guys are smelling, it smells like…like decomposed body!"

Sam and Bobby gave her weird looks, "Kinda weird doll; everyone has a different scent when they smell it." Bobby remarked.

Okay, whatever it smells, it's still not gonna find my body. Dean says.

"Dean is still worried about his body not found." Emily pointed.

"Let's see if this place has a basement." Sam suggested.

Emily nodded, "Yes, it did, when we did a sweep, that's where we found Wheeler with the fourth victim."

"Well, let's get going then. Might be some clue down there." Bobby said as they walked down the stairs carefully as the wooden staircases creaked loudly.

Just hope the staircase doesn't giv…..! Emily!

Just as Dean uttered, Emily stepped on a rotten wood step and down her foot and her whole body went all the way to the basement as it gave way!

Her butt hit the hardwood floor as it broke her fall finally as she landed in on the bottom and in complete dark, wincing hard.

"EMILY!" She heard Bobby and Sam yelling for her.

"I'm down here, guys!" She yelled back up. Then she tried to get up and found her butt hurt. "Ooh!"

Yeah, I'm feeling it too, Emily. Oh my ass! Dean winced. That was exactly how it felt when I fell except this time I didn't see any white flash and spinning. Thank goodness, once is enough. Can you get up?

She nodded, "Yeah, I think I bruised my tail bone. Why do we even have it? It's entirely useless."

I don't know either, but I'm sure Sam knows the answer. He chuckled. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Reid will have something to quote on facts and figures on why we have a tail bone too."

Who's Reid? Dean asked.

"Tall, skinny, awkward guy, you met him at work, sits next to me." Emily explained as her eyes became adjusted to the dark and listening to Bobby and Sam descending down as fast as they could but cautiously.

Oh yeah, I remember him now.

"Emily?" Bobby was shining his torchlight right in her eyes, blinding her.

She turned her head away from the sudden glare, "Bobby! Thanks, you just took out my retinas. First my ass is busted, now my eyes. What's next?"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry! No need to get your panties in a wad…can't believe I actually get to use that line!" Bobby set the light away from her as he began to look around and saw the metal table with leather straps on four corners where the victims could be strapped on her wrists and ankles.

On the wall there was a rack which was empty now but when the BAU team had found the basement, there were numerous embalming tools and primitive carving tools. They were gone now as they were at the Virginia FBI crime lab for analysis and archival records.

When Emily saw the gruesome instruments she couldn't believe a human could have done something so horrifying and inhuman against another person; she hoped he was locked up for a long time, for the rest of his life.

Even now, there were Bureau psychologists studying him, trying to get inside his mind and examine as to what made him the way he was.

Emily, what's this? Dean tried to nudge her head.

"What?" Emily looked about her. "It's pretty dark here, Dean, how about being a little more specific?"

He harrumphed, Look on the table, babe.

"I'm not your babe, Dean!"

He chuckled, You didn't argue when I called you that earlier.

"I was slightly distraught!" She countered.

Slightly? Slightly? Oh, honey, you were pretty shaken.

Emily frowned, "Don't you know it's not polite to remind a lady about her moment of fright?"

Is that what it was just now? A moment of fright? He snickered. You were shaking like a leaf, sweet heart!

"You would've been if you'd pick up a friggin' creepy doll!" She hissed loudly.

"Oh, for the love of my sanity!" Bobby came to stand before Emily. "Will you really stop this …this…thing with Dean? If I'm a friggin' voodoo vampire, I'll be begging you to shut it!"

Emily stared at him speechless.

Jeez, is he on his time of the month? Dean pointed crossly.

Emily giggled suddenly as Bobby snapped his head back to her, she covered her mouth as she turned away from him.

"Will you dog it Dean? Now" She whispered.

Dog…oh! Dog, fine, dogging. But look at the table, will you?

"I would if I could see it."Emily whispered.

Then get Bobby to shine that big sunbeam of his on it! He exclaimed.

"Fine! You don't have to talk so loudly, I can hear you perfectly…"

Emily! Just do it!

"Bobby?" Emily uttered out as Bobby turned to look at her quizzically. "Can you shine your sun… I mean flash light on the table please?"

He did as she asked, and Emily saw it.

"Look," She pointed "Black Lawn Company."

"Balls!" Bobby uttered as Sam came up beside him.

"What's going on?"

"Take a look, Sam." Emily pointed at the metal table.

"Well, I'll be a monkey's as…I mean, uncle…" Sam uttered as he grinned. "Good work, Emily!" He patted her shoulder.

"Hey, it's your brother who spotted it."She said.

Once again, Dean Winchester did it again. He whooped in her head as Emily winced.

"I can hear you, Dean!"

"So, LaMonde Wheeler has a connection to the Black Lawn Mortuary Company." Sam said.

Let's hope LaMonde is not a vamp voodoo. Dean pointed out chillingly.

Emily stopped grinning, "Oh no, that's not a good thing, Dean. He's in the psche ward now."

Oops, Dean said unfeelingly.

"What?" Sam looked at her. "What is Dean saying now?"

"Oh, he says he's hoping LaMonde is not one of those vampire voodoos."

Sam arched his brow, "Should we call…the mental people? Just to check up on him?"

Emily nodded as she pulled her phone out and saw that there weren't any services on her phone. "No service down here, I'll call later when we get back up." She pocketed her phone again.

Sam nodded.

"Sam," Emily followed him as he moved along the metal table. "What if LaMonde used to work as an undertaker in Black Lawn? I don't remember if we checked on his employment records previously."

Sam turned around to face her, "Yeah, we could do that….DUCK!" He raised his gun up and pointed at her as Emily ducked down instinctively.

A dark figure with glowing red eyes and he had his mouth opened to reveal sharp teeth as Sam shot his head Emily turned on the flame thrower and aimed the being and began spraying at it as well as Sam, Bobby was running at them.

What the hell? Dean uttered

The thing was reduced to ashes but no sooner than they took a breath when two more came at them!

What the hell is going on? Where did they come from? Dean was screaming in her head.

"Let me stop and ask one of them where they come from, and while we're at it, I'll ask if they seen your friggin' body! Damn it, Dean! They have fucking sharp teeth! And they're not talking!" She began spraying at one of them, turning it into ashes.

Okay, okay…There's no need to get …so bitchy! He griped.

Emily arched her brow, "I'm bitchy? Damn it Dean, I could so flame your friggin' ass now if I could."

"Can it, will you? This is not the time for a girly chat! " Bobby turned to Emily as he sprayed at one of the beings. "Shit! Behind you, Emily!" Bobby yelled "Balls!" He aimed at one of them with the flame thrower and blasted him with fire as he was instantly engulfed with fire and then became a pile of ash.

Emily began spraying at them as they advanced towards her.

"Bobby! There's more coming down!" Sam was yelling again as he aimed at them and flaming at them as he stood next to Emily.

"Sam, we're spraying as fast as we can!" He aimed at them as quickly as they turned to ashes.

Finally, ten minutes later, the last of the vamps voodoo was now a pile of ash as the three breathed hard.

"Let's get the hell out of here." Bobby said. They nodded and began to climb up the stairs. Emily and Sam followed after him.

They were exhausted and dirty by the time they went to the car and placed the guns back to into the trunk.

They then drove to a nearest motel and booked a couple of rooms for the night.

"I'm sorry," The pimply evening clerk informed them. "We have only one room available. It's double bed." He looked at the three of them suspiciously.

Emily nodded, "It's fine, I don't care at this point, I'm tired and dirty and I want to clean up and crash."

"Me too." Bobby agreed tiredly.

"We'll take it." Sam said to the clerk as he handed a credit card to him.

Ten minutes later, they piled into the room which thankfully was at the corner of the motel.

"Ladies first," Sam offered tiredly as he flopped onto the bed backwards.

"Thanks, Sam, I'll make it quick." Emily said as she took her go bag with her into the bath room and shut the door.

Bobby had lay on the other bed and sat up, "I wonder how she does it with Dean in her head?"

Sam chuckled, "We'll find out."

Sure enough, they heard her yelling from within the bathroom, "Oh my god, Dean! Will you close your damn friggin' perverted eyes! You know what? I'm so done with you…look all you want! I don't care anymore! Aw shit! Now I got friggin' shampoo in my eyes! It's all your damn fault Dean!"

Sam and Bobby shook their heads as Bobby reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of Wild Turkey bourbon and walked to the mini kitchenette and grabbed two plastic cups and poured two fingerful of bourbon an handed one cup to Sam and they quickly drank it down as Bobby poured more into it.

As they were on their third cup, Emily finally came out in her Tee-shirt and pajama bottom and fury. Emily saw the bottle Bobby was holding, she walked to him and snatched the bottle from him and began drinking straight from the bottle.

Bobby and Sam stared at her opened mouth.

Finally Emily handed the bourbon back to Bobby as he saw that it was one third gone!

"Geez, thirsty? Or a little bit stressed?" Bobby commented.

Shaking her head, Emily pointed her finger at Sam who leaned back from her fury nervously, "I tell ya, your brother is the world's most…shut up, Dean! I'm talking! Your brother is the most obnoxious, perverted and impossible to get along!" She sat down on the bed next to Bobby who scooted from her hurriedly.

Sam stood up and took his bag, "Um, yeah, I er, I'm going to take my shower." He pointed at the bathroom and nodded and quickly ran into it and shut the door.

"Coward! Wuss! Pander puss!"She yelled after him angrily.

"I think Dean is a bad influence for you, Emily." Bobby shook his head.

"Don't mention his name!"Emily wrinkled her nose as she reached for his bottle again.

"I'll get a cup for you, Emily." He stood up and went to the kitchenette and grabbed another plastic cup and poured a small portion and passed it to her.

She glared at him before tossing the contents in her mouth, "He is trying to drive me up the wall, Bobby…no, correction, he has succeeded in driving me up the wall, I'm ready to be committed, either that or I'll end up shooting him and end my misery."

I'm not that bad, Emily! You're driving me crazy too!

"I'm not as bad as you are, Dean! At least I don't look at your…your...jumk!"

Bobby arched his brows at her as he poured more bourbon for the both of them.

Junk? My boys are not junk, Emily! If I had my body, I'll show you my boys and you see they're not junk!

Bobby frowned as he observed her, "Er, Emily? I think you've had enough, in fact, I think you're drunk."

Emily stared at him and laughed, "I'm not drunk, Bobby. I can hold my bourbon." She held out her plastic cup as Bobby shook his head as he poured more liquor into the cup. "And I'm not interested in looking at your junk, Dean!"

She nodded at Bobby gratefully as she drank all of it again.

Will you stop calling my boys junk? I'll have you know, women enjoy my finesse and lovemaking skills!

"Oh my god! I'm not listening to you and your braggings, Dean!"

Bobby was pouring more into his cup and tossing it down into his throat.

Sam finally came out of the bathroom and Bobby sat the bottle down and grabbing his bag and dashed into the bathroom before anyone said a word.

Emily looked after the closed door, "I guess he had to use the bathroom."

Sam took out his laptop and turned it on "So, Emily," Sam looked over at her. "This LaMonde Wheeler, did you all knew about his occupation?"

Emily shook her head, "I don't remember, I'd have to look at our reports."

You're drunk, Emily. Dean chuckled.

"No, I'm not, Dean. I don't get drunk so easily."

Sam looked up at her and grinned, "I think Dean is right, you're drunk."

She shook her head, "I can hold myself very well, Sam." She lay down and closed her eyes.

Oh great, you're done for, aren't you?

"No, I'm not. Just resting. I'm tired." She muttered.

Sam nodded, "So, go to sleep."

Emily sat up, "Where is Bobby going to sleep?"

Sam looked over and nodded, "There's a pullout bed inside that couch."

Emily nodded as she flopped back again and closed her eyes, "Oh, this feels good. I can't believe I'm in a room with three guys…well two physical guys, and I'm not having sex with either one of them, that's got to be a first."

Dean began to laugh as Emily laughed.

Sam shook his head as he chuckled.

Just then Bobby had come out and heard what Emily had said and shook his head, "I thought she'd passed out already."

"I told you I hold my liquor…" Emily fell asleep.

Bobby looked at her and sighed. "I thought she and Dean would never stop going at each other's throat."

Sam chuckled, "I kinda think she's fun to be with." He closed his laptop and yawned.

"I'm beat; listening to her going at it with Dean is exhausting." Bobby said as he pulled out the couch and set up his bed out and took out blankets and pillows from the closets behind the couch and lay it on the make-shift bed.

"Yeah, me too." Sam went over to Emily and shifted her so that he slid the blanket and comforter off from her and covered her before he turned down his covers and turning off the lights, he climbed in and soon fell asleep from exhaustion and a very long day.

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End of Chapter 6