You and Dean were sitting at a table at an outdoor café in a town in Iowa, you think it was called Cedar Rapids. Dean was working on Sam's laptop, looking for any sign of your father, and new cases in the area. You were enjoying your cappuccino, looking over Dean's shoulder, making sure he didn't miss any information, occasionally pointing out a detail or news story that he passed. Sam was using a payphone a yard or two away from the table and had just hung up. He was walking back to the table now.
"Did you see the bit about how the body was upside down?" you ask, pointing to a sentence about half-way down the article.
"Yes, I did," Dean grumbles, then he sees Sam coming, so he looks up from the laptop and grins, "Your, uh, half-caf, double vanilla latte is gettin' cold over here, Francis."
"Bite me," Sam replies, sitting down next to you, grabing his fancy coffee and taking a sip.
"Anything?" you ask, placing your coffee on back on the table and looking at your younger brother.
Sam shakes his head, "I had 'em check the FBI's Missing Persons Data Bank. No John Doe's fitting Dad's description...I even ran his plates for traffic violations."
"Sam, I'm tellin' ya, I don't think Dad wants to be found," Dean shrugs, like it was no big deal that your father was missing, "Check this out," Dean twists the laptop away from you and himself to show Sam the article you had been looking at, "It's a news item out of Planes Courier. Ankeny, Iowa. It's only about 100 miles from here."
Sam looks at the laptop, skimming the article, then he reads a sentence aloud, "The mutilated body was found near the victim's car, parked on 9 Mile Road."
"Keep going," you encourage, leaning back, then reaching out for your coffee.
"Authorities are unable to provide a realistic description of the killer. The sole eyewitness, whose name has been withheld, is quoted as saying the attacker was invisible," Sam looks up from the computer and looks at you and Dean.
"Could be interesting," Dean suggests, leaning back on his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.
"Or it could be nothing at all. One freaked out witness who didn't see anything?" Sam huffs, sounding skeptical, "Doesn't mean it's the Invisible Man."
"It could be. Since when do we turn away things that look even remotely suspicious?" You look at Sam pointedly, then you finish off your coffee in one long sip. You stand up and push away from the table, "You two coming?" You grab your coffee cup and throw it away in a nearby garbage can. Then you start to walk towards Baby, you glance back to see your brothers packing up the laptop and throwing away their trash. You lean on the Impala, waiting for your brothers. They join you a minute or two later, "Can I drive?"
"No," Dean says, pushing you to the side. You huff and open the back door.
"You and your damn car," you grumble, shutting the door.
"Oh, shut it," Dean says, turning around, "You love her as much as I do."
"True," you sigh and lean back against the cool leather of the seat.
"Should I leave you three alone?" asks Sam, a grin plastered across his face.
"Why?" Dean smirks, turning back around and turning on the car, 'With you here, it would make it even more kinky."
"Dean," you groan, leaning up and hitting the back of his head, "You're disgusting."
"Don't kink shame," Dean reprimands, turning the steering wheel, which in turn, moves the car away from the curb.
"I'm not," you say defensively, leaning back and putting your legs up on the seat, "I'm just saying that you're disgusting and perverted and I'm ashamed to have you as my brother."
"Ouch, that hurt (Y/N)," Dean looks back at you through his mirror, "I didn't know you felt that way."
"Knock it off," Sam complains, crossing his arms across his chest, "Let's talk about somthin' else."
"Okay," you think for a few seconds, tapping your finger on your chin, "Ooo, how about Harry Potter? I just finished Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince last night."
"How did you get that?" Sam asks, turning to look at you.
"I might have gone to the book store in Kirksville and bought it," you say, but once you see Dean's frown in the rear view mirror, you quickly add, "I'll give it to Half-Priced Books the next time we pass one, I promise."
"Could I read it first?" Sam asks, still looking at you and smiling.
"Sure Sammy, whatever you want," you smile at your younger brother fondly.
"You are such nerds," Dean grumbles, looking at the road.
"Yep, and you gotta deal with it," you say smugly. grinning like an idiot.
Time Skip: 1 Hour 55 Minutes
After a almost 2 hours of teasing and bickering and classic rock, Dean pulls the Impala up across the street from a house, blasting some Quiet Riot;
"Metal health'll cure your mad"
Outside the house is a small group of college age boys working on a car, it looked like a 2004 Acura TSX, but you weren't sure, Dean was more of the car person, not you. Dean shuts of the engine and then all of you step out of the car. You and Sam walk around the car to join Dean.
"One more time, why are we here?" Sam asks, looking right and left before crossing the street.
"Victim lived here," All of you walk up to the guys fixing the car, "Nice wheels," the boys give him a strange look, "We're your fraternity brothers, and this is our sister. We're from Ohio. We're new in town. Transfers. Looking for a place to stay." Dean smiles at them.
They all look at each other before one of them stands up and walks over to all of you. He has spiked chocolate brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin, no freckles, and no shirt. He had no facial hair and a rounded face, he wasn't flabby, but he wasn't extremely fit. He was wearing a pair of tan cargo pants and black tennis shoes. He looks over each of your brothers, before his eyes fall on you. Dean clears his throat and his attention snaps back to him, "We have room, normally girls wouldn't be allowed here, but," he looks at you again, and loses his train of thought, before he shakes his head and looks at Dean again, "We can make an exception. I'm Jaiden. Jaiden Darwin."
"I'm (Y/N) Winchester, and these are my brothers, Sam, and Dean," you gesture to your brothers. Sam smiles, but Dean is giving the guy, Jaiden, the death stare.
"Well, follow me and I'll take you to meet your roommate," Jaiden leads all of you to the house. He opens the door, holding it for all of you to enter. He takes you through a messy living room to a hallway, then he leads you to the end of the hallway He turns to face all of you, avoiding Dean's glare, "There's a football game today. We usually play a game after. I think we're playing strip poker tonight, so if..."
Dean interrupts him before he can finish, "I think we're probably gonna hit the sack early, you know, long drive, thanks for the offer though."
Jaiden shrugs, "You loss. Anyway, that's gonna be your guys room," he points to the door right next to Sam. The door is slightly ajar, showing a shirtless frat boy in yellow shorts, painting his face and upper body purple, "Good luck," Jaiden walks back down the hallway, but then he turns back around, "Hey, um (Y/N), right?" You nod your head, "If you ever need anything, and I mean anything, just ask," Jaiden has a smirk on his face, and then he turns back around and walks away.
You make a disgusted face, "Were college kids always this needy?"
"Yeah, I think they were," Sam nods, he pats you on the back, "Good luck."
"Yeah, well, if any of them come near you," Dean says the next part of his sentence a little louder, "I'm gonna make sure they're drinkin' meat milkshakes for the rest of their pathetic lives."
"Dean," you place a hand on his bicep, "I can handle them, I'm not a hunter for nothing."
Dean mumbles something that sounds like, "But your still my little sister."
"I know, and I'm happy that you care so much, but I would like to socialize a little," you squeeze his arm before lowering your hand.
Sam looks at you and Dean before knocking on the door. There is music coming from the room, it sounds like Low Five;
"High fives and corporate anthems, nothing comes to mind"
The boy looks up as all of you walk in, "Who are you?"
"We're your new roommates," you say, smiling, "I'm (Y/N), this is Dean and Sam."
The boy holds the brush and paint he was holding out to you, "Do me a favor? Get my back. Big game today."
"So we heard," you mumble, you were about to take the paintbrush and can when Dean speaks up;
"He's the artist," Dean points to Sam, "Things he can do with a brush," you look at Sam and almost burst out laughing, Sam looks absolutely mortified and disgusted. He reluctantly takes the brush and can, and starts to paint the guys back. Dean sits on a chair and you sit on the cleaner of the beds in the room. Dean picks up a magazine and looks at the name on the address, "So, Murph. Is it true?"
The guy, Murph, turns, forcing Sam to turn with him, "What?"
"We heard one of the guys around here got killed last week," Dean puts the magazine back down and looks at Murph directly. You are also watching him, looking for any signs of anxiety in his body language.
Murph looks down and replies sadly, "Yeah."
"What happened?" Sam asks, dipping the paintbrush back into the can to get more paint.
"They're saying some psycho with a knife. Maybe a drifter passing through. Rich was a good guy," Murph's shoulder's slump with the statement.
"Was he with someone? The.. um, when we read about it, they said there was an eyewitness account," you lean your hands and arms back on the bed. Your hand lands in something sticky, you quickly lift it and look behind you, someone spilled something on the bed, hopefully it was soda, not something else. You shudder, you really hope it wasn't what you were thinking. You rub your hand on your jeans before placing both of your hands on your lap. Dean looks at you and chuckles.
"Not just someone," Murph's voice gets quieter, like the name he was about to say was sacred or something, "Lori Sorensen."
"Who's Lori Sorensen?" Dean directs his attention to Sam, "You missed a spot. Just down there, on the back." Sam looks very annoyed and Dean grins. You let out a small snicker, it was always fun to watch your brother's torture each other.
"Lori's a freshman," Murph replies, "She's a local. Super hot," he looks at you, "No offence, your hot too. But, get this: she's a reverend's daughter."
You ignore the comment on your appearance,"You know which church her dad works at?" Dean however, looks at Murph like he's going to kill him.
"Yeah, I think it's Prairie Ridge Church," Sam hands Murph his paintbrush and paint can back, which he accepts, "Thanks man."
"No problem," Sam replies, giving Dean the stink eye.
Dean stands up, "Well, nice meeting you, but we gotta go to the main office, getting our schedules, that kind of stuff."
"Alright, see you later," Murph replies, placing the paint can on the floor. He walks over to his desk, but manages to kick the can over, "Damn it!"
You, Sam, and Dean walk out of the room, not wanting to be such helping clean up the mess, "So we going to the church to talk to Lori?" Sam asks, leading all of you out the hallway and to the front door.
"Yep," Dean replies, stepping in front of Sam to open the door. He doesn't hold it open, so you have to rush forward to catch it before it shuts. Dean is already across the street when you make it out of the house, Sam close behind you. Both of you jog over to Dean. Dean opens the driver's seat door and slides in.
"Shotgun!" you call, running to the other side and opening the door.
Sam shakes his head, laughing slightly. He opens the back door and slides in. Dean starts the car and pulls away, "Do you even know where we're going?" Sam asks curiously, leaning forward.
"Nope," Dean replies, turning the car right, "But I'll figure it out."
Time Skip: 20 Minutes
Dean managed to find the church, with some help from you and Sam. He pulled into the full parking lot and turned off the engine.
"Should we wait for her to come out or go in?" Dean turns to look at you and Sam.
"I vote going in," Sam says, opening his door and stepping out.
"Ditto," you open your door and slide out, shutting it behind you. Dean grumbles something and then joins all of you. You all walk towards the church and enter the building. You enter first, Sam coming after you, Dean was last and he let the door slam shut behind him. The congregation goes silent and turns to stare at all of you. You duck your head down and you walk forward, looking for a place to sit
The Reverend, Lori's dad, you assume, continues, "As a community, and as a family. The loss of a young person is particularly tragic. A life unlived is the saddest of passing," you find a place to sit and slide into the pew. Sam and Dean slide in after you. A girl turns to stare at all of you. She had shoulder length, brown hair with blonde highlights. Half of it was pulled back from her face. She has brown eyes and tan skin, with no apparent freckles. She had a sharp chin, a small nose, and small lips. She was wearing a bright green vest and a white patterned shirt, you couldn't see below her shoulders, but you assume she's wearing a skirt of some kind. You see Sam smile weakly at her, "So, please, let us pray, For peace, for guidance, and for the power to protect our children," Everyone bows their head, you and Sam follow their actions, but Dean doesn't. Sam elbows him, and Dean looks around before bowing his head too.
Time Skip: 20 Minutes
The Mass finally ended. Most of the congregation was outside, talking amongst themselves. You, Sam, and Dean, were weaving in and out of the groups of people, looking for Lori. You walk past two girls, the one you had looked at you, Sam, and Dean earlier and an African American girl with poofy black hair. You catch a bit of their conversation as you walk past;
"My dad makes dinner every Sunday night," says the girl with dirty blonde hair.
"Come one, Lori. I know this has been hard, but you are allowed to have fun," replies the other girl, smiling slightly.
That was all of the conversation you needed to hear. You walk away to find your brothers, "I found her, come on," You walk back to Lori, the other girl had just left. You, Sam, and Dean walk up to her.
"Are you Lori?" Sam asks, smiling.
"Yeah," Lori looks suspicious of all of you.
"I'm (Y/N), these are my brothers, Sam and Dean," you smile at Lori, gesturing to your younger and older brother.
Dean waves, "Hi."
"I saw you inside," Lori replies, looking at her feet before looking at you and your brothers.
"We don't wanna bother you. We just heard about what happened and..." Sam trails off, trying to find the right words.
"We wanted to say how sorry we were," Dean jumps in, looking very serious.
"I kind of know what you're going through. I-I saw someone...get hurt once. It's something you don't forget," Sam sighs, and Lori nods slightly. Reverend Sorensen walks up to all of you. He was wearing green robes with gold accents. He was almost bald with graying hair around the sides of his head. He also had brown eyes, like his daughter. He had a kind face and a twinkle in his eyes.
"Dad, um, this is Sam, Dean, and (Y/N). They're new students, " Lori smiles at her father.
Dean jumps in and shakes the Reverend's hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. I must say that was an inspiring sermon."
"Thank you very much," Reverend Sorensen replied smiling, "It's so nice to find young people who are open to the Lord's message."
Dean chuckles, "Listen, uh, we're new in town, actually," Dean starts to lead the Reverend away from you, Sam, and Lori, "And, uh, we were looking for a, um, a church group," they walk out of hearing distance, which meant they couldn't hear you.
"So, Lori, not to sound, invasive or anything, but what are the police saying?" you ask. All of you start walking in the opposite direction of Dean and the Reverend.
"Well," Lori sighs, and cluches her purse tighter"They don't have a lot to go on. I think they blame me for that."
"What do you mean?" Sam asks, looking at Lori curiously.
"My story," Lori clarifies, she stops walking, causing you and Sam to stop, "I was so scared, I guess I was seeing things.'"
"That's doesn't mean it wasn't real," Sam says. Lori and Sam stare at each other for a few seconds, making you feel like a sort of third wheel.
Time Skip: 20 Minutes
You had all met up back at the car and Dean had driven all of you to the library, which was only a few minutes away from the church. Now you were all in the library, filling Dean in at the front of the library.
"So, you two belive her?" Dean asks, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
"I do," Sam says, he then looks at you and you nod in agreement.
"Yeah, I think she's hot, too," Dean smirks.
"Dean," you groan, you hit him lightly on the shoulder, "That's not what we're talking about."
"So, you don't think she's hot?" Dean asks, looking at your curiously.
"She's a very pretty girl," you answer, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Knock it off," Sam grumbles, "Dean, there's something in her eyes. And listen to this: she heard scratching on the roof. Found the bloody body suspended upside down over the car."
"Wait, the body suspended?" Dean asks, thinking for a moment, "That sounds like..."
"Yeah, I said that to Sam when we were heading back to the car, sounds like the Hook Man legend," you nod your head, tapping your fingers on your arm.
"That's one of the most famous urban legends ever," Dean comments, standing up straight, "You don't think that' we're dealing with the Hook Man?"
"Every urban legend has a source," Sam points out, "A place where it all began."
"You have a point Sammy, but remember what the article said about the phantom scratches and the tire punctures and the fact that Lori never actually saw who killed Rich. That couldn't be the Hook Man, he was very much alive in the legend," you uncross your arms and rest them at your sides, "And plus, there aren't any asylums around here, I don't think."
"Well, maybe the Hook Man isn't a man at all. What if it's some kind of spirit?" Sam asks, looking at you pointedly.
"He's got a point, (Y/N)," Dean says, nudging you.
"Yes, I know he has a point, thank you Dean," you sigh and then start to tap your fingers against your leg, "Alright, let's look at arrest records, maybe death records, stuff like that."
"Sounds like a plan," Dean starts to walk away, "I'll go grab a table."
"I guess that means we gotta find a librarian," you start walk to the main desk, "Come on Sammy!"
"It's Sam," he grumbles, "You hate it when I call you (Y/N/N)."
"True," you say, considering, "But I like calling you Sammy, so deal with it."
Sam groans, "You have spent way too much time with Dean, just saying."
"I know," you reply, looking behind you to smile at your younger brother, "All the better to tease you with."
"Really, Little Red Riding Hood?" Sam asks, shaking his head in disappointment, "You are such a nerd."
"So are you, and so is Dean," you point out reaching the front desk.
"True," Sam nods his head.
"Hi," you smile at the librarian, "Could you pull out the Arrest records for me and my brothers? We need them for a paper for school."
"Sure thing sweetheart," the librarian replies, "Go grab yourself a table and I'll bring you them."
"Thanks," you smile once agian and then turn back to Sam, "This is gonna be fun."
"Yep," Sam agrees, walking over to the table Dean chose "Haven't had to do this for a few months."
You give a dry chuckle, "Yeah? Well, I haven't haven't had to do this for two years."
You and Sam locate Dean at the table he had picked out. It was in the center of the library, surrounded by two or three other tables. Sam plants himself on one side of Dean, so you sit across from him. A few seconds later, the librarian comes over with a cart with a few boxes. She starts to take them off of the cart, "Here you go. Arrest records going back to 1851."
Dean blows some of the dust off a box, causing the dust to fly into your face. You swat at it and cough, "Thanks," Dean says, looking up at the librarian and smiling.
"Okay," the librarian takes the cart and walks away, pushing it in front of her.
"So, this is how you two spent four good years of your life, huh?" Dean says, taking in the pile of boxes sitting on the table.
"Welcome to higher education," Sam takes a lid of a box and grabs some papers. Dean and you follow, each grabing a good sized pile of papers and files.
"This was the one thing I didn't miss," you grumble, opening a file, "But at least I'm not looking at human anatomy, arrest record are much more interesting."
"Was that sarcasm?" Dean asks, looking up from his pile.
"No," you reply, wiping off some of the dust that had settled on your paper, "After four years of looking at pictures of guts, you get tired of it," you shrug, "I mean not that it wasn't interesting."
After that, all of you fall into a comfortable silence, the only thing that broke it was the occasional turn of a page or breathing.
Time Skip: 3 Hours
"Hey, check this out," Sam announces. You and Dean glance at each other before turning to look at your younger brother, "1862. A preacher names Jacob Karns was arrested for murder. Looks like he was so angry over the red light district in town that one night he killed 13 prostitutes. Uh, right here, 'some of the deceased were found in their bed, sheets soaked with blood. Others suspended upside down from the limbs of trees as a warning against sins of the flesh.'"
Dean reaches for the next paper in Sam's pile. You stand up and walk over to stand in between your brothers, so you could see the papers they were looking at, "Get this, the murder weapon? Looks like the preacher lost his hand in an accident. Had it replaces with a silver hook."
You notice another page and grab it, then you point to something on the page, "Look where it happened."
Sam and Dean lean over to look at the paper, "9 Mile Road," Dean reads.
Sam leans back, "Same place where the frat boy was killed."
Dean sounds impressed, "Nice job, Dr. Venkman. Let's check it out," Dean stands up and grabs his coat off of the back of his chair. You hand Sam the page you were looking at and he grabs the page Dean had been looking at. You go back to your chair to retrieve your coat. Sam stands up and then you all leave the library, with the research in hand.
Time Skip: 20 Minutes
Dean drives the car down the road till he reaches the end. All of you get out. Dean and Sam walk to the trunk while you look around. Then you go back to the trunk to see Dean hand Sam a Sawn Off Ithaca 37, 12 gauge shotgun.
"Here you go," Dean says as he hands the rifle over to Sam.
"If it is a spirit, buckshot won't do much good," Sam says, looking over the rifle.
"There's rock salt in there, not gun powder," you say, moving to stand next to Sam.
"Huh. Salt being a spirit deterrent," Sam shrugs, then he checks to make sure there was ammo in the gun.
Dean takes out a coil of rope and a flashlight then shuts the trunk. He hands the flashlight to you, "Yeah. It won't kill 'em. But it'll slow 'em down."
You all start walking towards the trees, and you switch the flashlight on, "That's pretty good. You and (Y/N) think of this? Or was it Dad?" Sam asks, holding the gun up.
"It was all of us, group effort," you say, holding up the flashlight and shining it around. Then, you hear noises in the trees. You switch your flashlight off and all of you stop walking. Sam raises his gun higher and looks around.
"Over there," Dean whisper yells, "Over there." Sam aims the gun and cocks it. A figure comes out from behind the trees. You immediately freeze, it was a cop, pointing his handgun at all of you.
"Put the gun down now! Now! Put your hands behind your head," the cop yells, gesturing his gun at all of you.
Sam puts the gun down and all of you put your hands behind your heads, 'W-w-wait, okay, okay!" Dean sounds very nervous, you don't know why though, Sam had the gun, he should be more worried about him.
"Now get down in your knees. Come on, do it! On your knees!" the cops cries, not lowering his gun. All of you get down on your knees, "Now get down on your bellies. Come on, do it!"
"He had the gun!" Dean complains. All of you get down on your stomachs, and you kick Dean, you were already in a lot of trouble, you didn't need anymore because Dean was sassing the cop.
"Shut it," you hiss, "We don't need to get in anymore trouble!"
"Sorry," Dean whispers, turning his head to look at you and Sam.
The cop comes over and picks up the rifle Sam had dropped, then he spoke into his radio, "I could use some backup here on 9 Mile Road, found three college age kids with a gun."
Time Skip: 10 Hours
"Thank you officers, won't happen again," you hold the door open for your brothers. They file out of the bulding and then you let the door shut behind you.
"We saved your ass!" Dean cries, patting Sam on the shoulder, "Talked the sheriff down to a fine. Dude, I am Matlock."
"But how?" Sam asks, looking at you.
"You are not Matlock, I did most of the talking," you retort, looking at Dean, then you turn your attention to Sam, "We told him you were taking some kind of dumbass pledge and that we hazing you."
"What about the shotgun?" Sam asks, still looking extremely confused.
"I said that you were hunting ghosts and the spirits were repelled by rock salt. You know, typical Hell Week prank," Dean answers, smirking.
"And he believed you?" Sam asked, looking shocked.
"You did kind of look like a dumbass pledge, no offence," you say, smiling weakly. Seconds later, several sheriffs run out of the building and speed away in police cars. All of you exchange a look and then you all run to the car. Sam and Dean slid into the front seats and you slide into the back. Dean starts the car and pulls away. Speeding off the follow the police cars.
Time Skip: 10 Minutes
The police cars had went to a sorority buliding. Dean passes by it, and as he turns the corner to turn on to a different street, you catch sight of Lori in the back of an ambulance. Dean parks the car on another street, You all get out and walk around to the back of the sorority.
"Why would the Hook Man come here?" Sam asks, walking ahead of you and Dean, "This is a long way from 9 Mile Road.'
"Could be haunting something other than the crime scence," you suggest. Suddenly, you see two sorority girls come out of the building, you push Sam and Dean back against the side of the house.
"Dude, sorority girls! Think we'll see a naked pillow fight?" Dean asks, smiling, immature as always.
You hit him and hiss, "You are absolutely disgusting, that is not what they do. Also, stay on task!"
Dean and you both turn to see Sam trying to climb onto the balcony of the house. Dean helps him and you up, then he climbs up himself. Once you are all up there. Sam opens a window and all of you climb in. You get in first and move out of the way for Sam to get in. Dean then climbs in and fall on top of Sam, "Oh, sorry!"
"Be quiet," Sam hisses, moving to the door. You seem to have landed in a walk in closet.
"You be quiet!" Dean retorts, hitting Sam in the shoulder.
"Both of you be quiet!" you whisper-shout, pushing an article of clothing out of the way. Both of your brothers decided it would be in their best interest to be quiet after that.
Sam opens the closet door slightly and sees something. Sam waits a few seconds then he opens the closet door fully. Once in the bedroom, you all see the writing on the wall, "'Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?'" you read, you touch the writing and some of it comes off on your hands. You bring your finger up to your nose and smell it, "It's written in blood."
"That's right out of the legend," Sam points out, coming over to stand next to you.
"Yeah, that's classic Hook Man all right," Dean taps his nose, "It's definitely a spirit."
"The only time I ever smelled ozone this strong before is right before it's about to rain," you say, wiping your bloody finger off on you jeans. Dean moves over to the window, either looking for evidence, or more sorority girls, or both.
Sam seems to notice something, "Hey, come here," Dean walks over to you and Sam. Sam points to the cross symbol beneath the writing, "Does that look familiar to you?"
"I think it might have been in the file on Jacob Karns," you say, turning and walking back into the closet.
"Where are you going?" Dean asks, following you.
"Back to the car," you reply, climbing out the window, you turn, "You two coming or do you want to get arrested a second time in a day?"
Dean huffs and then climbs out the window, followed by Sam. A few minutes later you are all outside of the house and by the car. You were holding a picture of the cross symbol that was in the file about Jacob Karns, "It's the same symbol. Seems like it is the spirit of Jacob Karns," Sam says, looking up at you and Dean.
"All right, let's find the dude's grave, salt and burn the bones, and put him down," Dean claps his hands togehter.
"That might be a bit harder than you'd like it to be," you sigh, and shuffle through the papers until you find the one you were looking for, "'After execution, Jacob Karns was laid to rest in an Old North Cemetery."
"That doesn't sound too bad," Dean says, shrugging, "What's the big deal?"
"If you had let me finish," you grumble, "Jacob Karns is in an unmarked grave," you look up at your brothers, finding them to have a look of annoyance plastered across their faces.
"Super," Dean mumbles, frowning.
"Okay. So, we know it's Jacob Karns. But we still don't know where he'll manifest next. Or why," Sam points out, leaning against the car.
"I'll take a wild guess about why. I think your little friend Lori had something to do with this," Dean opens the driver's seat door and steps in.
You move to sit in the back, "No, go sit in the front," Sam opens the backdoor and slides in.
"Thanks Sammy!" you call, running to sit in the passenger seat.
"It's Sam," he mumbles as you open the door.
"Dude, your fighting a loseing battle," Dean says, starting the car, "She calls me 'De' all the time. I've just given up."
"It's true," you turn to look at your younger brother, "Sammy, De, and (Y/N/N)."
"Since when were we allowed to call you that?" Sam asks, leaning forward.
"Oh yeah, your right, so it's Sammy, De, and (Y/N)," you smile at your brother and then turn to face the front of the car.
Sam groans in annoyance, "See? I told you, losing battle," Dean chuckles.
Time Skip: 2 Hours
Sam had ended up back at the library, and Dean had wanted to go to a college party, you had come with him to supervise. But within 10 minutes of being there, you lost him. So, you went on your own to have a good time. Currently, you were talking to a rather good looking guy. He had slicked back brown hair with blue eyes and white skin. He was clean shaven and was wearing a t-shirt with a Green Day logo on it and jeans. He seemed to be about 5' 11". He was very nice and extremely funny. He said he was studying to become a teacher, which made him even better. Right now you were listening to a story about him and his brother, both of you drinking some beer. You really did miss college parties. Maybe if Sam didn't come back soon, you might see if this guy, Michael, wanted to go hang out at his place, so you could be more alone. But, your plan was ruined when Dean came up behind you;
"(Y/N)!" he called tapping you on the shoulder.
You turn to find your older brother smiling at you, you smile back at him, but you are screaming at him internally, "Michael, this is Dean, my older brother."
Michael and Dean shake hands, "(Y/N)'s told me a lot about you," Michael smiles and pulls you into a one armed hug.
You smile up at him, he was the nicest guy you had met in ages, that wasn't your brothers, or Bobby, of course. Dean frowned, "Well, um, Sam's here and I wanted to grab you before I went over to him, because we're probably gonna have to leave after this."
"Oh," you smile turned into a frown. You pulled yourself away from Michael, "Well, I guess I gotta go, duty calls," you smile slightly.
"Could I get your number? So we can hang out again?" Michael smiled and got out his phone.
"Uh, sure, it's 768-555-5627," you say, smiling. But inside, you were frowning, you would never be able to talk to this guy again.
"Alright, I'll text you sometime," Michael puts his phone back and pulls you into a quick hug, "I had fun, I promise I won't hang out with any other girls, just my friends over there."
"Good," you pull away and smile, "Bye!"
Dean and you walk away, "You do realize your never gonna see that guy again, right?" Dean asks, turning to look at you.
"Yeah," you sigh, "I just, I can hope."
"I'm sorry," Dean stops to pull you into a hug, which was unusual for him. He let's you go, then starts to walk again. Both of you stumble upon Sam a few minutes later.
"Hey," Sam says, once you and Dean come into his field of vision.
"Hi," you say, trying to sound cheerful.
"Man, you two have been holding out on me. This college thing is awesome!" Dean winks and smiles at a passing girl.
Sam frowns, "This wasn't really my experience."
"Let me guess," Dean turns his attention back to Sam, "Libraries, studying, straight A's?" Sam nods, "What a geek. At least (Y/N)'s used to this kind of stuff," Dean nudges you and you give a small smile, "Alright, you do your homework?"
"Yeah. It was bugging me, right? So how is the Hook Man tied up with Lori? So, I think I came up with something," Sam unravels a piece of paper and hands it to Dean, you read over his shoulder.
"1932. Clergyman arrested for murder. 1967. Seminarian held in hippie rampage," you read, then you look up at your younger brother, "That's a pattern."
"Right. In both cases, the suspect was a man of religion who openly preached against immorality. And then found himself wanted for killings he claimed were the work of an invisible force. Killings carried out; get this; with a sharp instrument, Sam explains, taking the paper back and putting it in his coat pocket.
"What's the connection to Lori?" Dean asks.
"Lori's dad is a preacher, who openly preaches against immorality," you say, understanding what Sam is saying, "Except maybe instead of the town, he's trying to save his only daughter."
"You guys think he summoning the spirit?" Dean asks, crossing his arms.
"Maybe," Sam shrugs, "Or, you know how a poltergeist can haunt a person instead of a place?"
"Maybe the spirit latched itself on the reverend's hidden emotions, you know, feedin' off of 'em," you suggest.
"Without the reverend ever knowing it," Sam nods in agreement.
"Either way you should keep an eye on Lori tonight," Dean looks at Sam pointedly. Sam nods, accepting his task.
"What about you two?" Sam asks, shuffling his feet. Dean looks away for a few seconds.
"We're gonna go to find that unmarked grave," you say hitting Dean on the shoulder to get his attention. Dean shakes his head in disappointment and walks away.
You and Sam trail after him, "So, did Dean get in any trouble?" Sam asks, watching his older brother weave through the crowd to get to the exit.
"I have absolutely no clue, I lost him within the first ten minutes," you say, looking around the party, remembering your college days.
"Did you get in any trouble?" Sam asks, looking at you.
"No, met a few guys though. I was talkin' to a really nice one before Dean interrupted us. His name's Michael, he's studying to become a teacher," you say, sighing, then meeting your brothers gaze.
"You wanted to spend some alone time with him, and still do," Sam looks at you knowingly
"Was going to, got his number, but it's not like I'll be able to talk to him again," you push open the front door and walk out into the cool night air.
"Ah," Sam stays silent after that. You walk to the Impala and slide in the backseat. Dean pulls out of the parking space and heads to Lori's house.
Time Skip: 25 Minutes
You and Dean dropped off Sam at Lori's father's house and then had driven to the Old North Cemetery. Dean was in the trunk, looking for a flashlight and two shovels. You took off your leather jacket and your plaid, leaving you in a black tank top, jeans, and boots. You adjust your necklace and pull your hair back into a pony tail. Dean made a triumphant noise and emerges from the trunk with two shovels and a flashlight.
"Alright, let's go," Dean shuts the trunk and tosses you the shovel, which you catch. He turns on the flashlight and starts looking around for anything that could be the grave. His flashlight lands on a grave that has a headstone engraved with the cross-like symbol that you had begun to associated with Jacob Karns.
"That was surprisingly easy," you say, placing the shovel next to the grave. Dean puts the flashlight down so it's illuminating the grave. Dean places his shovel in the top of the grave and takes a chunk of dirt and throws it in your direction, "Watch it!"
"Come on! Get to work! I'm not digging this damn grave all by myself," Dean grunts, gathering more dirt on his shovel.
"Okay, okay, coming," you pick up the shovel and place it in the dirt, you huff and then take up some dirt, throwing it to the side, "This was not how I wanted to spend my evening."
"You think I wanna do this?" Dean replies, grunting with effort.
"Suck it up, we both would rather be banging someone right now," you take another shovelful of dirt.
Dean pauses and looks at you, "Really?" I didn't need to know that."
"You tell me and Sam who you wanna bang," you retort, also pausing.
Dean shakes his head and resumes. You take a deep breath and follow Dean in his endeavors.
Time Skip: 30 Minutes
"That's it. Next time, I get to watch the cute girl's house," Dean grumbles. He straightens up and wipes off the sweat from his forehead.
"Stop complaining," you say, wiping the last bit of dirt away from the wooden floor of the grave, "It's annoying and unnecessary."
"Oh, shut up!" Dean snaps. He slams his shovel into the wooden floor, breaking it. Both of you leap out of the hole. You look down, now you were looking at the remains of Jacob Karns, "Hello, preacher." Dean throws his shovel aside. You drop yours on the ground, "Grab the salt and lighter fluid, would you?"
"We left them in the car," you say, stretching your arms above your head, "But I'll get them anyway, because I'm nice like that." You start walking to the car and a few minutes later you return with a can of lighter fluid and a canister of salt. You toss the salt to Dean. You unscrew the lighter fluid and start pouring it on the bones. Dean does the same with the salt, "You got a match?"
"Yeah," Dean reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a box of matches. He places the canister of salt down and opens the match box. He pulls out a match and strikes it, "Goodbye preacher," Dean throws the match into the grave and both of you watch the flames devour the bones.
Time Skip: 1 Hour 30 Minutes
You and Dean stayed until the bones were completely burned, which took about an hour, then you put all the dirt back on the grave. When you were done, you were sweaty, grimy and wanted a shower. You pick up the shovels and the flashlight while Dean grabs the salt and lighter fluid.
"So, what do you wanna do?" Dean asks, looking at you.
"Take a shower," you reply, adjusting your grip on the shovels.
You reach the car and Dean unlocks the trunk and opens it, "No, I mean after that, do you wanna go find a bar or go back to that party or sleep or somethin' else?"
You place the shovels and the flashlight in the trunk, "I vote find a bar, then go to sleep."
Dean shuts the trunk, "Sounds good to me," Dean opens the car door and slides in. You do the same.
"But seriously, I really want to shower," you grab Dean's box of cassette tapes and grab a random one and shove it in, a song you don't recognize comes on.
"Alright, should we check up on Sam?" Dean starts the car and pulls it away, driving down the road.
"Nah," you open the window, wanting to feel to cool night air on your skin, "He'll call us if he needs anything."
Time Skip: 9 Hours
You were woken from your sleep on the uncomfortable frat bed by your phone ringing. You look at the clock on the nightstand and see that you have only been sleeping for about 5 hours. You groan and stand up, you walk over to your discarded jacket and search the pockets until you find your phone, you answer it groggily, not even checking the contact name, "Hello?"
"(Y/N), hi, I couldn't get a hold of Dean," you look over at Dean to see him passed out on his bed, face down, he was still wearing his clothes, you look down, you were wearing one of his t-shirts and underwear, "I need you guys to come to the hospital."
That statement makes you wake up, "Sam, what happened?"
"The Hook Man, he attacked Reverend Sorenesen," Sam explains.
"Are you okay?" you walk over to Dean's bed and start to shake him.
"Yeah, I'm okay, but could you and Dean get over here?" Sam asks, "Look, I gotta go, Sheriff needs me, but hurry, please." The call ends. You place your phone on the bed and look at Dean, he was still asleep.
"Dean! Get your lazy ass up!" you yell, kicking his leg.
"I'm up, I'm up," Dean wakes up, groaning, "Uh, dude, my head."
With Dean's statement, you realize that your head is also pounding, you might have had too much whiskey, "Sam needs us, he's at the hospitably, Hook Man attacked Reverend Sorenesen."
"Okay, give me a second," Dean slowly sits up, blinking, 'Hey, we got aspirin?"
"No, but we can stop at a convenience store and grab some coffee and aspirin. One of the best cures for hangover, in my medical opinion," you walk over to your duffel bag and search for pants, you find a pair of ripped up blue jeans, so you slide them on, you look down at your shirt, it was too big to wear out, so you look for another shirt. You find a black Nirvana Smiley face shirt, you pull off Dean's shirt and throw on the Nirvana one. You turn to look at Dean and see him looking through his duffel bag for something, "Dude, your wearing clothes, we can go."
Dean looks up, "I'm missing my gun," he explains.
You look around to find it sitting on a desk. You grab it and give it to him, "Here, don't lose it." Dean mumbles something that sounds like thank you. You grab a brush and brush your hair quickly and then you pull on your worn brown boots. You then look around for your necklace and find it sitting on top of your leather jacket. You put on the necklace and then throw on the jacket. You grab your phone from Dean's bed, "Let's go." You start to move to the door, but you stop and grab one more thing from your duffel bag, your gun, you put it in the back of your jeans and then walk out. You walk through the house to the front door, you walk out, holding the door out for a still groggy Dean, "Give me the keys," you say, looking down the street and then crossing.
"Why?" Dean asks, standing next to you at the driver's seat door.
"Because, you have more of a hangover than I do, and I would prefer not to die in a car accident," you hold your hand out. Dean sighs and then places the keys to Baby in your hand, "Thank you." You open the door and slide it, puttign the keys in ignition. Dean gets in the passenger seat, "Okay, we're stopping to get aspirin and then coffee, sound good?" You look over at your brother before pulling the car away from the curb.
"Yeah, whatever," Dean looks out the window, he looks a little green.
"Don't throw up on me, or the car," you say, glancing at him quickly.
Time Skip: 40 Minutes
After a quick stop at Walgreen's for aspirin and Starbucks for coffee. You and Dean had arrived at the Hospital. You stop the car and look over at Dean, who is holding his coffee and your coffee like they are his life line,"Feeling better?"
Dean looks over at you and scowls, "Not really, this was your idea! How are you not hungover?"
"Oh, I am," you grab your coffee from Dean," Just not as much as you. I had three beers and 3 whiskey's on the rocks. I think you had at least 10 shots of whiskey and at least 2 small glasses of tequila, and at least 1 beer. You had a lot more than me."
Dean mumbles something along the lines of "I hate you."
You smirk and open the car door, taking a sip of coffee, "No, you love me." You step out of the car and shut the door behind you. Dean joins you a few seconds later. You both walk up the hospital steps and in the doors.
"How are we gonna find Sam?" Dean asks, stopping you before you walked any further into the lobby.
"Ask the front desk for a Reverend Sorensen," you say, roll your eyes, was Dean still drunk?
"There'll be cops wanting to know who wants to see him, and they will probably be wondering why two kids they arrested the other day want to see the local reverend," Dean says, looking around, he nudges you and nods his head in the direction of two sheriffs talking near the front desk.
"They'll take us to see him, and if Sam's there, they'll let us by easier," you walk to the front desk. There was a woman with straight brown hair, half of it pulled away from her face by a hair tie. She was wearing dark purple scrubs, "Hi, me and my brother are looking for a patient."
The woman looks at you and then sets her hands on the computer, "And there name is?"
"Reverend Sorensen," you say, placing your hands on the top of the desk. The two sheriffs stop talking and look at you.
"We'll take you to him," one of them says. He was the younger of the two, probably early 30's, "Where's your brother?"
"He's the one over there nursing his coffee cup," you turn and point to Dean, who is standing at the edge of the lobby, he sees you and the sheriffs looking at you.
The older one speaks this time, "Go get him, then we'll take you to see him."
You nod and walk over to Dean, "Come on," you grab his elbow and start leading him back to the sheriffs.
"Where are we going?" Dean asks, panic filling his eyes.
"These nice gentlemen are going to take us to see the Reverend," you say, putting on a fake smile as you get closer.
"Right this way," the younger one takes the lead and walks down a long hallway, "Why are you here to see him?"
"Our brother called me," you explain, speeding up to stand next to the younger sheriff, "He's there with him. He's really tall, brown hair, hazel eyes, young lookin'."
The sheriff looks at you suspiciously. He stops the group at the middle of the hallway, you can see Sam talking to someone, "Really?"
"Yeah, we're with him, he's our brother," Dean says, speaking for the first time. The he turns his attention to Sam, "Hey! Brother!" Sam and the other person, the sheriff who had arrest all of you turn to see you and Dean. Dean smiles and waves, you give a weak smile.
"Let 'em through," the sheriff calls. The two sheriffs reluctantly move and let you and Dean walk towards Sam.
"Thank you," you say, smiling at the sheriffs. Sam walks towards you and Dean and meets both of you in the middle of the hallway.
"You okay?" Dean asks, looking Sam over.
"Yeah," Sam replies, he eyes your coffee.
"What the hell happened Sam?" you ask, handing Sam your coffee, which he takes a drink out of.
"Hook Man," Sam says, handing the drink back to you, as if those two words explained everything.
"You saw him?" Dean asks, his facial expression turning serious.
"Damn right," Sam says, crossing his arms, "Why didn't you guys torch the bones?"
"We did," you say, mimicking Sam's stance, "You sure it was Jacob Karns?"
"It sure as hell looked like him. And that's not all," Sam pauses and takes a breath, "I don't think the spirit is latching on to the reverend."
"Well, yeah," Dean scoffed, "The guy wouldn't send the Hook Man after himself."
"I think it's latching onto Lori," Sam explains, letting his arms fall to his sides, "Last night she found out her father is having an affair with a married woman."
"Huh," you say, the disbelief clear in your tone, "Never would have thought someone like him would do somethin' like that."
"So what?" Dean asks, shrugging.
"Really Dean?" you scold, "How would you feel if you found out dad was dating a married woman?"
"Not surprised," Dean says, looking at you.
You think for a second, "True."
"Guys, back to the point," Sam says, regaining both your's and Dean's attention, "She's upset about the immorality of it. She told me she was raised to believe that if you do something wrong, you get punished."
"Okay," Dean pauses, "So, she's conflicted. And the spirit of Preacher Karns is latching on to repress the emotions and maybe he's doing the punishing for her, huh?"
"Right," Sam nods his head in agreement, "Rich comes on too strong, Taylor tries to make her into a party girl, Dad has an affair."
"So, basically don't piss her off," you say, smiling slightly, "But we burned the bones. Dean buried 'em in salt, and we stayed there for an hour after to make sure the burned enough, why didn't it work?"
"You must have missed somethin'" Sam suggests, looking around before crossing his arms again.
"No. We burned everything in that coffin," Dean says confidently.
"Did you get the hook?" Sam asks, looking at you.
"No," you think back to last night, "I don't think so."
"Well, it was the murder weapon, and in a way, it was part of him," Sam explains, thinking.
"So, like the bones, the hook is a source of his power," Dean clarifies, looking at you.
"So if we find that hook..." you say, a smiling creeping up on your face.
"We find Hook Man," Sam and Dean join you in finishing your sentence. All of you smile at each other.
"So, back to the library," Dean sighs, taking another drink of his coffee.
"I guess so," Sam nods, I'm gonna go grab my coat, I'll be back in a second," Sam walks off to a room.
You finish of your coffee, "Coffee, works like a charm, huh?" You nudge Dean.
"Yep," Dean also finishes off his coffee.
Sam returns, shrugging on his coat, "Alright, let's go."
Time Skip: 2 Hours
You and your brothers have been sitting at the library looking through various papers and files for almost 2 hours, and nobody had found anything yet.
"Here's something, I think," Dean says, looking up at you and Sam. Both of you pause and look at Dean. You were actually glad that Dean interrupted you, you were reading about the personal affects of someone named Theodore Frank, and let's just say, he was not a very interesting guy, "Log book, Iowa State Penitentiary. 'Karns, Jacob. Personal affects: disposition thereof."
"Does it mention the hook?" Sam asks, shutting the notebook he was reading.
"Yeah maybe," Dean skims the notebook, "Here, upon execution, all earthly items shall be remanded to the prisoner's house of worship, St. Barnabas Church."
"There's were Reverend Sorensen preaches, right?" you ask, looking for conformation.
"Yeah," Dean agrees, nodding his head.
"Where Lori lives? asks Sam, you nod your head, Lori did live right by the church.
"Could by why Hook Man's been haunting reverends and their kids for the past 200 years," you suggest, shrugging your shoulders and shutting the book in front of you.
"Yeah, but if the hook were at the church or Lori's house don't you think someone might've seen it? I mean, a bloodstained, sliver-handled hook?" Sam asks, he grabs the book Dean was looking at and search's the page.
"Check the church records," Dean says, standing up, "I'll go ask for 'em."
Time Skip: 2 Hours
You had made a food run about half-way through the research, going to Culver's. You had come back with a burger and fries for you and Dean, and a salad for Sam. Surprisingly, you were allowed to eat in the library, as long as you didn't get food on the papers. You had been the one to find the information needed;
"St. Barnabas donations, 1862. Received silver-handled hook from state penitentiary. Reforged," you frown, "That means they melted it down. Now we have to find everything and anything that has silver in it, great."
"So, we go to the church and Lori's house and look for them," Dean says, standing up and grabing his jacket.
"Do you have any idea how many things are made from silver?" you ask, closing your book and standing up.
"I don't know, a lot," Dean pushes his chair in and starts to walk away, you and Sam quickly catch up to him.
"Dean, silverware, jewelry, coins, a lot of things are made of silver," Sam says, opening the door for all of you.
"Then we grab everything made of silver," Dean says turning to face you and Sam, "Can't be too hard."
Time Skip: 5 Minutes
Dean parks Baby in the church parking lot and turns her off. All of you get out of the car and converge at the trunk of the car, looking at the church and the house.
"Alright, we can't take chances. Anything silver goes in the fire," Dean says, looking at you and Sam.
"I agree," Sam nods, "Lori's still at the hospital. We'll have to break in."
You laugh slightly, "What?" Dean asks, looking at you with a very confused face.
"Sam said we have to break in to someones house because they're not here, normal people would just come back later," you explain, smiling slightly.
"Since when are we normal?" Sam asks, turning to face you.
"Since, well, never, I guess, sorry, I thought it was funny, continue," you make a keep going gesture and then you look down at your feet.
"Right, okay, well, who wants what?" Dean asks, looking back at the buildings.
"I'll take the house," Sam says, moving towards the house.
"I'll come with you," you move to stand next to Sam, "Guess that means you get the church, Dean."
"Okay," Dean says. You and Sam start to walk towards the house, "Hey!" You and Sam turn around, "Stay out of her underwear drawer!" You roll your eyes and both you and Sam turn back around.
"See, I'm nowhere near as bad as Dean," you say, smiling and nudging Sam.
"I don't know," Sam replies, smiling and looking down at you, "You're both pretty terrible."
"Hey! At least I don't make perverted comments like that," you say, placing your hand over your heart, mocking hurt.
Sam shrugs, "True, but still, you're pretty bad."
You reach the front door, "I won't deny that. You have a lock pick?"
"Yeah, give me a second," Sam reaches into his pocket and pulls out his lock pick and hands it to you.
"Thanks," you take the pick from him and start to fiddle with the lock, "So, how are you doin'?"
"What?" Sam asks, looking at you.
"How are you? I mean, what's going on in that big brain of yours?" you pause and look up at your younger brother.
"I'm, I'm good, I guess, how are you?" Sam asks, looking away from you.
You return to the lock, "Never better, actually. I mean, I got both of my brothers and Dad isn't here to yell at me or Dean, so, pretty good."
"Are you glad that we can't find Dad?" Sam returns his gaze to you.
You almost drop the lock pick, "What?"
"Well, I mean, Dad was never that nice to you, I mean with the whole, your a girl, you shouldn't hunt," Sam explains, tucking his hands in his pockets.
You finally get the door unlocked, so you stand up and open the door, "I'll take the first floor, I'll find us bags." You walk away from Sam, to another room, you end up in the kitchen, you start to look through the drawers, searching for silverware. You find the drawer and move to start taking out the silverware. But, you stop before your hand reaches the first fork and you take a deep breath. Yeah, you were kind of happy that your father was gone, but you didn't want him to be gone forever. Most of the time he was pretty nice to you and your siblings, but usually pretty strict. You realize you need a bag, so you search through the cupboards some more until you find plastic bags. You grab a few and then start to put silverware in one of them. Once you got all of the silverware, you leave the kitchen and look around for anything else silver. You find a few trinkets, but not more than that. You walk back to the front door to find Sam waiting for you.
"Got everything?" he asks, holding up a bag filled with silver things.
"I think so," you reply. You open the door and lock it behind you. You step out on to the porch and sigh, "Sometimes."
"Huh?" Sam asks, looking confused.
"Sometimes I'm glad he's not here," you repeat. You step off the porch and start walking back to the church.
"So am I, sometimes," Sam agrees, catching up to you.
Both of you are silent after that. He opens the church doors and holds it open for you. You smile at him in silent thanks and then both of you make your way down to the basement. You are greeted with Dean throwing silver into the fire.
"We got everything that even looked silver," Sam says, holding up his bag. You also hold up your bag.
"Better safe than sorry," Dean turns and smiles at both of you. You step forward and dump you bag into the fire. Sam and Dean follow your lead and dump the rest of their stuff in the fire. Suddenly, you here footsteps above you.
You pull your gun out and start to move to the door, "Come guys, don't just stand there." Sam and Dean follow you, Dean pulls out his gun, but Sam doesn't have one, so he stays back. You open the door and down the hallway and you peek into the church. You see that Lori is sitting in a pew alone, crying softly. You and Dean both lower your guns and Dean heads back downstairs, "What should we do?"
"Go talk to her," Sam moves forward. You tuck your gun back into your jeans and follow Sam out, "Lori?"
Lori looks up to see you and Sam, "What are you doing here?"
You avoid the question by asking her a question, "What's wrong? Shouldn't you be with your dad?"
"I've been trying to understand what's been happening. Why? Now I know, so I'm praying for forgiveness," Lori explains, sniffling. You and Sam move to sit by her.
"Forgiveness for what?" Sam asks, looking confused.
"Don't you see?" Lori asks, looking at you and Sam, "I'm to blame for all this. I've read in the Bible about avenging angels."
"Lori, this guy, he's not an angel, he's the complete opposite," you say, smiling sadly, "You didn't do anything."
"I was so angry at my father. Part of me wanted him punished. And then he came and he punished him," Lori sobs again, hugging herself.
"It's not your fault," consoles Sam, placing his hand on her back.
"Yes, it is," Lori looks up, "I don't know how, but it is. I killed Rich. Taylor, too. I nearly killed my father."
"Lori, please," you try, searching for something to say.
"I can see it now. They didn't deserve to be punished. I do," As soon as Lori says that, a noise comes from the front of the church and the candles at the alter go out.
Sam stands up, "Come on. We gotta go." You pull your gun out and look around. Sam starts to lead Lori away, you following gun out, lookin around. Sam opens the door to the basement. The hook man is standing behind it and he pushes his hook through the door.
"Go!" you yell. You aim for the ghost, but he disappears. Sam and Lori run down the aisle, you sprinting after them. All of you make it to a back room. The Hook Man reapers and smashes the glass of another door with his hook. He swings at both you and Sam, but misses. He starts to chase all of you around the room. He manged to knock your gun out of your hand and then he hooks Sam in the shoulder, then he disappears. Sam screams in pain as an invisible force drags Lori on her back across the floor. You run over to your brother, "Sam?"
"I'm okay," Sam replies, waving you off. You and Sam then run over to Lori, "Come on. You okay?"
The Hook Man appears and knocks Sam backwards into a wall. You somehow mange to get behind the Hook Man, who is standing over Lori. You look around for something to hit him with, when Dean enters the room, his rifle raised, "(Y/N), Sam, drop!" You and Sam both drop to the floor and Dean shoots the Hook Man once. He disappears into dust. You stand up and grab your handgun.
"I thought we got all the silver," Sam says, putting pressure on his shoulder.
"So did I," Dean says, frowning.
You walk over to Sam and lift his hand off of his shoulder. He would need stitches, but he would live for the time being, "Apparently we didn't get everything, because he's still here."
All of you look around until Sam spots something, "Lori, where did you get that chain?"
You look over at Lori and notice that she is wearing a silver cross, "My father gave it to me," she says, holding it up.
"Where'd your dad get it?" Dean asks, walking over to her.
"He said it was a church heirloom, he gave it to me when I started school," Lori looks confused.
"Silver, that's silver? Right?" you ask, walking over to Lori.
"Yes!" Lori cries. You rips the chain off of her neck. You all hear a scratching noise in the hallway. Dean turns to look at the hallway.
"Sam!" Dean throws the rifle and rock salt to your younger brother, "(Y/N)! Let's go!" Dean and you both sprint to the basement. Dean gets closer to the fire first, so you toss him the necklace. Dean throws the necklace in the fire. You get closer and both of you watch the cross pendant break off the chain and melt. You both look at each other and then you run upstairs. Both of you run back into the room with Sam and Lori in it.
"Is he gone?" you ask, looking around.
"Yeah, he's gone," Sam replies, tossing the rifle to Dean.
Dean walks over to Lori and starts talking to her quietly. You see that Dean then pulls out his phone and starts to dial a number. You turn to Sam, "Sit down," Sam complies and sits on the floor. You sit next to him. You look at his shoulder to see a puncture wound and a scratch, "You'll live."
"Good," Sam smiles slightly, "If I left you and Dean alone, you would end up murdering each other."
You laugh, "Yeah, probably." Dean is now talking to someone on the phone and Lori is sitting in the corner, looking at her feet, "Go talk to her."
Sam looks at you and then stands up and walks over to her. Dean hangs up the phone and walks over to you, watching Sam and Lori talk, "An ambulance and some sheriffs should be here in twenty minutes, then we gotta leave this place."
You smile sadly, "Okay. I feel bad for him. It's obvious that both of them like each other."
"Yeah, but Sammy's a nice kid, he'll find someone eventually," Dean slings his arm over your shoulders, "What about that Michael dude?"
"Never texted back, he provably forgot about me, but who cares, right?" You look up at your older brother.
"Yeah," he says softly, giving you a one armed hug,"Who cares?"
Time Skip: 30 Minutes
"And both of you saw him, too?" the sheriff asks, looking up from his notepad, "The man with the hook?"
"Yes, I told you, we all saw him," Dean sighs, he sounds exasperated, "We fought him off and then he ran."
"And that's all?" the sheriff looks at you questioningly.
"Yes officer, that's all," you tuck your hands into your jacket pocket.
"Listen. You two and your brother..." the sheriff starts.
"Oh, don't worry, we're leaving town," Dean starts to head off to the car.
"Sorry 'bout him, he doesn't like authority figures that much," you give a small smile and then you run after Dean. He's sitting in the drivers seat. You slide into shotgun. Dean is watching Sam and Lori through his side view mirror, "Stockerish much?"
"I'm worried about him," Dean states, eyes glued to the mirror.
"So am I De, so am I," you see Sam walking back to the car. He opens the back door and slides in.
"We could stay," Dean offers, smiling slightly.
"Yeah, I never got to spend more time with Michael," you turn to look at your younger brother, smiling, a hopeful look in your eyes. But Sam shakes his head. You frown and turn back around, you look at your side view mirror and she Lori, looking sad. You and Dean both look at each other, having a silent conversation. Dean looks away and starts the car with a sigh. Peace of Mind by Boston comes on. Dean pulls the car away. You look at Lori one more time and then you glance back at Sam, and you frown. Sammy didn't deserve this, you and Dean should've left him at Stanford, he could've had a normal life, but you and Dean had to come and ruin it. You sigh and look out the window, humming along to the music;
"Now you're climbin' to the top of the company ladder"
Maybe after you found Dad, Sam could go live a normal life, for himself and for you and Dean and even Dad, because he deserved it, more than any of you.
There's chapter 7! I hope y'all liked it! I got a Quizup the other day, my name is blackwidowisbae! If you have any requests, just PM me, or comment them! That's all for now!
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