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Chapter Seven
The Ouija Board and the crow
Dean looked over at Zara, who sat pale and fearful opposite him.
In order to get the maximum power in their summoning, they had to set up where the activity was highest.
The attic.
And now, due to fear, both Sam and Zara had remained silent.
Dean reached over and gave Zara's shoulder a comforting squeeze.
"It's okay sweetheart," he said gently.
What Dean didn't understand, is why college boy and Zara were affected by the spirits presence in the house, but he couldn't. He knew that the most likely explanation for Sam would be his wonder powers, but why was Zara affected so?
Sam cleared his throat. "Are we going to get this over with?" he asked in a strong but only semi-confident tone.
Dean leant over the Ouija board and lit the remaining candles with his lighter, before putting his finger on the pointer, joining his brother and Zara.
In unison they chanted:
In this place we summon thee,
Show your blackened soul me,
In this hour I wish to see,
As we will it, so shall it be!
There was a gust of wind as the sky darkened outside. Zara swallowed a lump of fear as a blaze of blue lightning flashed across the sky. They repeated the chant that Sam had found in their father's diary.
The windows smashed inwards, showering the trio with glass, and Zara almost let go of the pointer.
Over the howling gale, Dean shouted the first question:
"Who are we speaking to?"
The pointer trembled slightly and moved across the board.
U-S
They weren't alone.
"Why do you kill?" Sam asked.
There was a crack of thunder, so loud that to Zara it seemed as though the world was being ripped to pieces.
R-E-V-E-N-G-E
Zara looked upon Dean with panic filled eyes.
"Is the boy okay?" Zara cried.
N-O
"Shit, you bastards," Zara muttered under her breath. Again, the thunder went.
B-C-A-R-E-F-U-L
"Son of a bitch, don't threaten her," Dean warned.
S-I-L-E-N-C-E F-O-O-L
Dean raised an eyebrow. "What you gonna do?"
D-E-A-T-H B-L-O-O-D T-R-E-A-C-H-E-R-Y
Sam shuddered. "You two should be careful," he warned, his vision flashing through his mind.
"Why did you kill Mrs. Evergreen?" Zara inquired.
I-N-T-E-R-F-E-R-I-N-G
"How could you?"
B-I-T-C-H
"FUCK YOU, YOU SON OF A MOTHERLESS DOG!" Zara cried over the din.
Above her a terrible face appeared, twisted into a malicious sneer. It rushed forward and into her.
For a moment, her heart stopped as an icy feeling crept from her toes to the tips of her blonde hair. Her stomach plummeted as her mind went fuzzy and her image blackened around the edges. She let out a squeaking gasp and fell backward, loosing consciousness.
Dean and Sam looked on in horror as Zara's eyes slid shut.
The spell had been broken, their lines of communication, severed, but still the storm raged outside.
For a moment, Dean's finger was fused to the pointer, but when he got free he scrambled over to Zara and lifted her head up.
She was so damn cold.
Dean checked her pulse. It throbbed frantically under his fingers.
"Is she okay?" Sam asked, the feeling of trepidation still with him.
"She's like ice, but she has a pulse and she's breathing. I think I'll get her to bed." Dean explained, lifting her up.
"I'm going down to the library. Stay out of trouble Dean,"
The eldest Winchester nodded. "You too college boy,"
Holding Zara close to him, Dean rushed down to their rooms.
He kicked his door open and settled the shivering woman on the bed. He took her jeans and top off, and settled her under the blankets, before removing is own clothes down to his boxers.
Not one dirty thought crossed his mind as he climbed in next to her; all he could think about was raising her body temperature.
He pulled her close and wrapped his arms firmly around her icy frame, making sure she was still breathing before letting his eyes slide shut…
As Zara regained consciousness, she realized that Dean was holding her closely.
What the hell?
A chill crept up her spine as she felt somebody call for her.
It was the voice of a little boy.
She wormed her way out of Dean's arms and climbed out of bed. She was horrified to see that she wore only her bra and boxer shorts.
Zara quickly dressed herself and grabbed a torch before slipping out of the room.
"Zara!" Dean hissed, stirring just as the door clicked shut behind her. He two jumped out of bed, and dressed, grabbing his own flashlight and a rock salt loaded shotgun before creeping out after her.
It wasn't hard to keep up with her. She moved slowly and he could see the light from her torch bouncing around as she moved.
Something was up with her, and Dean didn't want to startle her, so he kept his distance.
He followed her down to the first floor and then into the kitchen, where the trapdoor that led to the basement was.
What on earth is she up too? He thought, following her down the stairs.
Dean switched his light off and quietly followed Zara's. A stair creaked and Zara spun around.
"Dean! You scared the fuck out of me? What he hell are you doing?" she cried.
"Sorry, I was worried! I wasn't sure if you were yourself, after what happened in the attic,"
"I'm fine! Why the hell did I wake up half naked?"
"You we're cold, and I was trying to bring your body temperature up." Dean explained calmly.
"Yeah right you pervert! You wanted some didn't you? You violated me!" she screeched.
"Whoa, hold on girl, I did no such thing! Why would you ever think that?"
For a second, she stood facing him, eyes frenzied and her chest heaving as she took gasping breaths. Her eyes closed for a moment and she swayed on the spot.
"Dean…" She gasped softly, her chest restricting.
"Zara?"
"I cant…" she fell back.
HOLY SHIT!
Was all Dean thought as Zara tumbled down the remainder of the stairs. He rushed down after her, two steps at a time and when he reached the bottom, he turned his torch on.
Meters away, she stood, bleeding from a wound on her head, but she peered at him with eyes that weren't her own.
Instead of grey blue, her eyes were acid green and they crinkled at the edges as she smiled.
"Hey Deanie boy," she said maliciously.
"What the fuck?" he said, confused.
"Yeah I'm the Son of a bitch who hurt your girlfriend, and now I'm gonna hurt you,"
She stared at the shotgun and it flew from his hand into her own.
"Say good night Winchester," she growled, cocking the gun.
The only thought that raced through his mind as Zara pulled the trigger was:
Oh fuck, not again…
Sam sat alone in the library. In the dim light of the candles, shadows danced across the walls, causing him to feel apprehensive. He had seen this before.
He closed the old book that he was reading and walked to the window, just as the crow began to tap. The midnight black crow was perched on the sill as it was in his vision, illuminated only by the frequent flashes of lighting. It peered at him intelligently with crimson eyes, and cawed gently, tapping on the window once more.
the long-limbed brunette stood and crossed the space between the desk and the casement. With shaking hands, he unlatched the window and slid it open, admitting the bird. It ruffled its feathers and hopped out of the rain, tilting its head to look up at the young Winchester.
Sam held out his hand, waiting patiently for the bird.
The crow outstretched a black wing and pulled something from the glossy feathers.
Unsure what it held, Sam moved his open palm closer and watched with interest as the creature dropped the dangling item into his hand.
"Thank you," Sam breathed. The bird gave a bow, and then took flight into the tempest, vanishing into the night.
Left alone by the window, the cold wind biting into his flesh Sam held Dean's bloody necklace.
What the hell was he supposed to do?
Then his head exploded with agony as another vision riddled his brain.
Dean switched his light off and quietly followed Zara's. A stair creaked and Zara spun around.
"Dean! You scared the fuck out of me? What he hell are you doing?" she cried.
"Sorry, I was worried! I wasn't sure if you were yourself, after what happened in the attic,"
"I'm fine! Why the hell did I wake up half naked?"
"You we're cold, and I was trying to bring your body temperature up." Dean explained calmly.
"Yeah right you pervert! You wanted some didn't you? You violated me!" she screeched.
"Whoa, hold on girl, I did no such thing! Why would you ever think that?"
For a second, she stood facing him, eyes frenzied and her chest heaving as she took gasping breaths. Her eyes closed for a moment and she swayed on the spot.
"Dean…" She gasped softly, her chest restricting.
"Zara?"
"I cant…" she fell back.
Zara tumbled down the remainder of the stairs and Dean rushed down after her, two steps at a time and when he reached the bottom, he turned his torch on.
Meters away, she stood, bleeding from a wound on her head, but she peered at him with eyes that weren't her own.
Instead of grey blue, her eyes were acid green and they crinkled at the edges as she smiled.
"Hey Deanie boy," she said maliciously.
"What the fuck?" he said, confused.
"Yeah I'm the Son of a bitch who hurt your girlfriend, and now I'm gonna hurt you,"
She stared at the shotgun and it flew from his hand into her own.
"Say good night Winchester," she growled, cocking the gun.
Zara pulled the trigger and Dean fell to the ground, unconscious as his chest was filled with rock salt.
So they were in the basement.
As Sam returned to his senses he grabbed a candle and spun away from the window.
"Hi Sammy boy," Zara said sweetly at the door.
Crap.
"Crap is right," she said, grinning.
"What are you going to do to me?" Sam asked, reaching behind him to pull the gun from the waistband of his jeans.
"Don't even think it Sam," she scowled, kicking the gun from his hands. "I want a fair fight,"
She threw the shotgun that she was holding on to the floor and launched herself at Sam.
In this state, she was stronger then Sam.
Zara knocked the lanky Winchester to the floor and began to punch him methodically in the face.
As Sam began to lose consciousness, she stood up and laughed.
"You are so weak boy," She said kicking him in the ribs.
"You are so gone," Sam muttered weakly, looking back toward the door.
A safety clicked off.
"Turn around, slowly," Dean growled.
"What are you going to do Dean, shoot your girl?"
"I've got a chest full of rock salt, and I am not to happy about, now turn the fuck around," he ordered.
"Zara" turned around and Dean pulled the trigger, getting her in the shoulder.
She laughed. "What's that supposed to do?" she inquired.
He smiled. "Silver bullets, bitch,"
She screamed, a high-pitched unearthly scream. A dark mist exited her body and she fell to the floor.
At this moment, Dean ran over, helping both Sam and Zara up.
"C'mon, it's time to go," Dean shouted as the house began to shake violently.
It roared as the three tumbled from its evil centre.
"Goodbye you evil son of a bitch," Dean cried, throwing a lighter into the house. Before he had come into the library, he soaked as much of the house as he could in lighter fluid. As they ran out to the car, the house shrieked as the flames licked higher and higher.
Dean threw the remainder of their gear into the car and Zara and Sam tumbled in.
As Dean got into the driver's side, he twisted his body around to scrutinize Zara.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"I…I guess," she said softly.
"Don't worry, I'll get you to a hospital soon,"
but she didn't hear him. She had lost consciousness.
Dean put the car into gear and sped out of the grounds, without looking back.
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