Game Over – Chapter 6

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He'd better have a good reason for waking me up at this hour! Sam got out of his bed and pulled on his pants that were lying piled on the floor. Low but repetitive knocks on the door had woken Sam up. It was around 3am in the morning and even though he was used to go ghost busting in the night he appreciated the normal hours of sleep that he got once in a while. Can't be any kind of an emergency… he would have picked the lock and barged in here scaring the shit out of me if there actually was something to worry about.

"This better be good Dean!" Sam said while twisting the doorknob and opening the door.

Before Sam had time to react a hand had grabbed his throat shoving him back into the room. Sam tried to keep his feet at balance backing up until his back hit the wall and was then lifted up in the air making his feet disconnect with the floor. His eyes were filled with surprise and confusion. A demon he could have handled… if it had been a demon he would have known what to do… but a human… a man. He could fought back with all of his powers at least trying to kick this strangers ass, but was more stumbled and intrigued than to even think of that now. The eyes that met Sam's were intense and angry. The man couldn't be much older than him or Dean either. Maybe early thirties though it seemed like the years had taken it's toll on this man with several scars in his face.

"What the hell are you boys doing?" The man steered into Sam's eyes.

Sam felt like there was something about this man, something familiar but couldn't quite pinpoint it.

"You were supposed to do a job here… And what are you doing… At least your brother actually tried to snoop a little… not that he put a whole lot of effort in it, but at least he tried to do his job. And you… going around actually being in the game… what the hell are you thinking! You're putting yourself in great danger… Don't you get it! Take your brother and go… Leave now before it's too late!"

The man threw Sam to the side making him plunge into the floor hitting his shoulder. Before Sam could collect himself the man was gone.

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What the hell? Sam though to himself while rubbing his left shoulder walking down the hallway to get to Dean's room. How the hell did he know who we are… what we do? Or more important… Who the hell was he? Sam knocked two times on Dean's door before he picked the lock only to walk into a dark room with no Dean to bee seen. What's going on here… where is he? Sam started to search through the room to see if he could pick up some leads, or to see if there had been any kind of unnatural events going on though came up with nothing. He would have told me if there were something important he was going after? Even though he's been behaving a little strange he wouldn't suddenly go after something without telling me?

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"Voices?" Dean asked. Kat had just pored her heart out too him just like he had done to her. And even if she had revealed a whole lot of her past Dean knew that this was just a small part of the surface. He knew he had to be gentle with his questions. If she wasn't more than just a little paranoid he knew better than to introduce her to the wide world of the supernatural. On the other hand, if this wasn't just a creation in her imagination it would most definitely be up the Winchesters alley.

Kat let out a few nervous laughs and shook her head.

"Can't believe that I'm telling you all this… You won't believe me anyway… Why would you? No one does."

"I probably would…" Dean tilted his head to his left and smiled gently at her as she looked over at him… Heck, only thing I wouldn't believe would have to be an alien abduction… he thought for himself before Kat turned her head forwards and began the story.

"I think it started when my mother died. I wasn't more than four years old that day but I can remember every second of it." Kat started to fondle with her hands as she told the story, and Dean could easily see that this was making her nervous, though he was surprised that she kept on going. "My mom was only going to take a quick shower and I was told to sit and play with my dolls outside the bathroom until she came out again so that my mother could hear me. After a while it was like this voice telling me to warn someone… telling me that something was wrong, that my mom could get hurt… Telling me to call someone…to get some help, but I didn't understand the meaning of it… at least not then. I wasn't supposed to move so I ignored it for a while but then for some reason I decided to walk over to the table where the phone was. I had to stand on one of my toy boxes just to reach it. I couldn't remember? any numbers so I just pressed the dials that looked like the once on the paper note taped to the phone."

Kat stopped and looked over at Dean again who to her surprise looked like he was closely paying attention.

"This sounds a little out there doesn't it...?"

"It doesn't… trust me, I have heard worse!" Dean said while shaking his head.

Kat hesitated almost not believing that someone was listening to her… actually seeming to believe her too. He must be a little weird too! She thought for her self before she decided to share the rest of this story with this stranger.

"I didn't even know what the numbers 911 meant. I didn't have anything to say either. I remembered telling the lady on the other end that I was supposed to play with my dolls, and then I asked if she lived in the phone. After some time she told me that she was going to send someone over. And even though my mom was still in the shower it was okay to open the door. After a while two cops came, and I could see that there was something going on as soon as they walked into our apartment, but I didn't understand it. The one cop told me to come with him and go outside, and that the other cop would make sure that my mom was okay. They placed me in the police car with a third cop that was supposed to keep me calm, but all I wanted to do was to see my mom. I opened the door and ran into the apartment and into the bathroom where I saw what used to be my mother laying crouched in the shower. I can still remember the distinct smell of burnt flesh… I took a few steps back before I blacked out. When I woke up I was told that my mom had died from electrical shook due to a fault in the wiring that had charged the water, so that when my mom had turned on the shower she got electrocuted."

Holy crap… Now that is what I would call a freak accident… or something? Dean thought for himself.

"Since this day these kind of stuff seemed to happen around me…Along with all the other crappy stuff in my life… A lot of people around me suffered tragically freak accidents, first my many in my family…then friends… and after a while it just happened to random people… Every time there was like they were something warning me… but whatever I did nothing helped. I tried a few times to listen to the voices and to save some of them, but it was like the voices were tormenting me not letting me in on enough before it was too late." A single tear rolled down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it off and let out a nervous and choked laugh.

And I thought I had it bad. Dean sighed and looked over at Kat with a sad expression on his face. "I'm not sure what to say!"

He had just heard the lifelong story of a girl who had experienced way too much bad in her life to keep her sanity at bay. It wasn't even any kind of demon bad like most of the things Dean had encountered. Almost from the moment she had been born humans had been tormenting her mind, manipulating her to think that things that was really wrong became right just because someone said so! And then the voices on top of that… No wonder she's a little unstable. Dean thought.

"You don't have to say anything..." Kat looked over the water as she had been doing most of the night. Dean raised an eyebrow feeling a slight relief not having to pull out the comforting people-skills he didn't feel he possessed and didn't feel like the it-will-be-all-right line would do any good either.

Kat continued. "It's not like if I heard someone telling me that things would be all right in the end all my troubles would fade away either…" Dean couldn't help but to let out a little smile.

"I know I won't be okay… I'm just so glad that I'm not as paranoid as I used too… and that I don't hear the voices anymore…Well… didn't… until I came here… until last night."

Dean lifted his head. He could see that Kat was starting to get her own walls back up and getting a more nervous. Even though he knew that this could just be a psyche case he couldn't help but think that if she heard voices there might be something more. They had been sent here by someone and even though they hadn't come up with squat… yet. He thought of Sam… Even though they usually saved the people in his visions they didn't save Jess, or those in Max's family… Maybe this is something down the same street… just that she's not able to handle the warnings right or something… What if this is what happens if you have the visions but can't do anything about them.

"But…" Dean tilted his head to his right and frowned. "No one died yesterday… right?"

"That's one of the problems... I don't know… People disappear every night here, and if anyone actually went missing most of the contestants are usually loners too with problems of their own, brought together for a week of something else before going back to nothing." Kat looked up at Dean's eyes. "You really got no clue what is going on here do you? You know… in The Game?"

"Eh…" Was the closest thing to an answer he came.

"For all I know the losing team will lose one or more member of their team… usually important members. Every morning someone is gone and the teams have to figure out who and then fight a new fight to keep the rest of the contestants…alive… Last night two people disappeared. I woke up to the voice for the first time in a long while, it telling me to get help and nothing more." She paused a little. "I didn't know what to do… and I'm sure I heard a scream just before the voice stopped which usually mean that someone just died…"

Dean had so many questions he wasn't sure where to start. What the hell is going on here? Is she a part of this, or is her "voice" something completely different? Or is it actually "voices" at all? And the game… people disappearing… what if they are really dying… and no one notices? This is just sick man… And what about Sam… he's been playing along in this Game thing… I have to protect him… what if I can't? What if I'll get there too late… I don't even know where he is… and if Kat is telling the truth, even though she would know that Sam was in trouble it's likely that I wouldn't be able to save him in time anyway? Aw crap… this does not sound very good… Maybe I should just find Sam and run? Dean paused his thoughts for a second. Really Dean...run? Is that the best you can come up with…? His own Winchester reason was trying to fight back his thoughts about running away. What have become of you… running away is not an option to you… and that's a fact you have to realize before you die… or get someone else dead!

Ok... so snails move quicker than forward than this fic... even though Dream told me that there were probably some somer snails!

r&r if it's not to much to ask :)