Whew I finished it. Actually i have a whole other half of this chapter but broke it up into two parts or else it would have been a bit too long. And now that the second half is done I'm working on the brand new chapter and let me tell you...it features one of my favorite ghost hunting teams ever. Ghostfacers!
Haha ok i'll stop talking now, enjoy the chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural...I only own Melody...
May 28, 2006
I swear sometimes I really just want to kill my brothers. The past month has just been insane. We've had a few cases. There was the abandoned asylum in Illinois, talk about creepy…bleh I hate asylums. Then Dean finds this scary ass scarecrow that we had to kill. That thing was just plain ugly. Then Dean got electrocuted and we spent some time with a healer and his crazy wife. After that Dean got a call from his ex um…Cassie was her name and we spent about a week with her. She was nice; I forgot how much I liked her.
Then Sam had another nightmare and he dragged us to Michigan. Let me tell you the kid we talked with…Max Miller…I almost killed him myself. I mean, he pointed a gun at Dean, at my big brother! I'm the only one who is allowed to threaten him. Ugh but Sam stopped him before he could kill Dean, thank God. Sam thinks that there's something else going on. That there's another reason why whatever killed mom killed her…and why he's getting the freaky abilities. I mean I watched him move a freaking dresser! I feel bad for the mother though…Max killed himself in front of her. I wish I'd known what to say to her but…yeah.
After that we ended up in Minnesota. Sam and I were taken…that was fun. We were in this basement in these iron cages. God it was…horrible. And get this it wasn't monsters or demons…it was just people. Crazy, back woods people. Ugh I hate thinking about it. They almost killed Dean but we got them back…damn psychos.
Well then Sam and Dean had another fight about dad of course and he left for a few days but…he came back eventually. But still I just-ugh they are so stubborn sometimes. I mean Sam just won't realize that it isn't "blind faith" me and Dean are following. It's the fact that we want to find dad and know that he's alive and if he wants us to go on these hunting trips for him then so be it.
Anyways the boys just left the motel to investigate this murder. A girl was killed in her apartment but there was no sign of entry and her alarm system never went off. Sounds just like our kind of thing.
The sound of a key turning made Melody jump. She had been so engrossed with her writing she forgot that her brothers weren't there. They walked in, dressed in their electrician costumes and threw down their bags.
"What'd you find?" she asked them closing her journal and leaning back in her seat at the small table in the room.
"Well," Dean began sitting on the edge of a bed, "We went to her place. There was no sign of forced entry. No signs of a struggle. Her alarm system never went off. The only thing that was misplaced was the girl."
Melody felt her brow raise up, "Misplaced? Like…"
"In pieces across the floor." Sam added moving around to the bathroom.
Dean then stood and pulled out his cell phone. Showing her the screen he asked, "Ever seen anything like that before?"
Melody shook her head, "No but…I feel like I have."
"Yeah that's what I said," Dean threw his phone onto his bed and pulled out his bag. Reaching in he pulled out some clothes, "Sammy! Get dressed we're hitting the bar tonight."
Sam poked his head out of the bathroom, toothbrush sticking out of his mouth, "Which one?"
Stretching Melody sighed, "I'm assuming the one that girl worked at."
"Yup," Dean said walking past her and ruffling her hair, "Good detective work squirt."
Dean led his sister into the bar and held the door open for her. She unzipped her jacket and fixed the hem of the shirt she was wearing. It was a hand-me-down from Dean. A worn, black Metallica concert shirt he had probably stolen. She didn't much care how he got it, just cared that it had their favorite band on it.
"Buy me a drink sailor?" she grinned up at him sarcastically. Dean led her to a table and scoffed,
"No," he glanced back and groaned. She was giving him her best 'puppy dog eyes' and he just could not say no to her when she looked at him like that. "Ugh…fine what do you want?"
"Vodka cranberry please," she smiled triumphantly at him.
"Just…sit here and wait for Sam I'll get you your girly drink." He rolled his eyes and headed towards the bar, picking out the cutest bartender working. He flirted and put on his charm as he got information from the bartender about their case. Smiling at her he glanced up and saw Sam walk in and join Melody at their table. He went to leave but stopped, "Oh can I get a vodka cranberry,"
The bartender gave him a look but made the drink anyways. "You know what? Make it a double," he said glancing back at his siblings, "It's for my sister…" he tried to cover up for the girly drink order.
Tipping the bartender he walked back to the table, setting the drink down for his sister who took it eagerly. "Thanks brother-bear," she said taking the drink and sipping from it.
Sam glanced up at Dean from their father's journal, "Well?"
"I talked to the bartender," he began, shifting in his seat slightly.
"You get anything?" Sam asked glancing over the article that had gotten them on to the case.
Melody scoffed and took a sip from her drink, "Yeah, besides her phone number?"
Dean scrunched his brow and gave them a hurt look, "Hey, I'm a professional. I'm offended that either of you would think that," both Sam and Melody watched him with tight grins on their faces. Dean's face broke out into a smile and he held up a napkin with a name and number scrawled across it, "Alright yeah I did."
Sighing Melody swirled the liquid around in her glass as she heard Sam say, "You mind thinking with your upstairs brain Dean?"
"Huh?" he asked looking up from the napkin, "There's nothing else to find out. I mean, Meredith worked here, she waited tables, and everyone here was her friend. Everybody said she was normal, she didn't do or say anything weird before she died…so…" he shrugged and went back to admiring the number.
"Find anything on the symbol?" Melody asked looking at Sam.
"Nope, nothing. Not in dad's journal or in the usual books," he said looking around the bar, "We'll just have to dig a little deeper I guess."
"Perfect," Melody said finishing up her drink. She set the glass down and said, "There was a first victim right?"
Sam nodded, "Right his name was…" he paused as he pulled out the article, "Ben Swardstrom. Last month he was found mutilated in his town house. Same deal, the door was locked, the alarm was on."
Melody leaned over to look at the article in Dean's hands. "So is there any connection between them?" Dean asked putting the clipping back on top of the open journal.
Sam shook his head, "Nothing I could tell at least not yet. Ben was a banker, Meredith was a waitress. They never met, never knew anyone in common. They were practically from different worlds."
"Awesome," Melody said twisting the empty glass in her hands, "So the only successful info we've gathered is the bartender's phone number."
Dean gave her a sarcastic grin but Sam's attention was focused on something else across the bar. Dean looked over his shoulder, "What?"
Sam didn't say a word but stood up and started to walk toward someone. "Sam?" Melody called after him but he ignored her and Dean. They watched as he walked up to a petite blonde and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned and immediately broke into a smile recognizing Sam. Melody felt her eyebrows shoot up when the girl stood and gave him a warm hug.
"Uh…we're going over there right?" Melody asked Dean, already beginning to stand.
"Oh hell yes." He stood as well and let Melody lead as he kept his hand lightly placed on her shoulder. They walked up behind Sam and caught the tail end of their conversation.
"…Meg. I thought you were going to California." Sam seemed more than a little happy to see this girl.
"Oh, I did. I came, I saw, I conquered," Melody felt a small twinge of uneasiness about the girl. She seemed almost too…something. Dean and Mel stood behind Sam quietly as they continued their conversation, "Oh and I met what's his name-something Michael Murray-at a bar."
"Who?" Sam asked after he had to try and place the name.
Meg shrugged, "It doesn't matter. Anyway the whole scene got old, so I'm living here for a while."
Dean cleared his throat from behind his brother, but Sam either didn't hear him or he ignored him. "You're from Chicago?" Sam asked her.
"No, Massachusetts-Andover," she paused and smiled up at him, "Gosh Sam. What are the odds we'd run into each other?"
Sam smiled, "Yeah I know. I thought I'd never see you again."
"Well I'm glad you were wrong." Meg said sweetly. Melody felt her eyes roll and she crossed her arms. Dean cleared his throat only louder this time.
Meg looked over at Dean and crossed her arms, "Dude, cover your mouth."
Melody clenched her jaw as Sam finally introduced his siblings. "Sorry Meg this is um-this is my brother Dean and my sister, Melody."
Meg's eyes widened slightly, "Oh so this is Dean and Melody."
"Yeah," Dean grinned at her, "So you've heard of us?"
"Oh yeah I've heard of you," she said looking at Dean, "Nice how you treat your brother like luggage."
"Whoa…what?" Melody said looking between Sam and Dean then back to Meg.
"Sorry?" Dean said shortly after her.
Meg's voice sounded like she was holding back her anger, "Why don't you let him do what he wants to do? Stop dragging him over God's green earth."
"Meg," Sam said holding up a hand, "It's alright."
"Now hold on just a minute…" Melody said clenching her fists.
Dean grabbed her arm, "Well this has been awkward. We're gonna go get drinks now."
"No we are not Dean! Dean…" Melody protested as Dean nearly dragged her toward the bar. When they reached the bar Dean ordered two shots of whiskey,
"Want one?" he asked passing a glass toward her.
Melody threw back the whiskey and watched Sam and Meg, "Great now he has her number. Can I go shoot her out now?"
Dean smiled at her, "Cool your jets. I'm sure you can get to her later if you really want to."
Melody nodded and watched Sam say goodbye to Meg. He walked over to them and all three left the bar soon after. "So who the hell was that girl anyways?" Dean asked, looking over Melody's head to Sam.
"I don't really know. I only met her once," Sam shrugged, "But meeting up with her again? I don't know man it's weird."
"What was she saying-I treat you like luggage? Were you bitching about me to some chick?"
"Yeah what the hell was that all about?" Melody asked crossing her arms over her stomach.
Sam sighed, "Look I'm sorry Dean. It was when we had that huge fight when I was in that bus stop in Indiana. Look it's not important…"
"Well is there any truth to what she's saying? Am I keeping you against your will Sam?" Dean asked him. Melody winced, she could feel the tension building between the two.
"No, of course not," Sam argued back, "Now, would you listen?"
"What?" Dean asked frustrated with his brother. All three stopped, Dean standing in front of his two younger family members.
"I think there's something strange going on here Dean. I mean Mel you feel it too right?" he asked her.
Melody shrugged, "I was getting some weird vibes from tinker bell in there."
Dean nodded at her, "Yeah tell me about it, she wasn't even that into me." He said gesturing toward the bar.
"I think he means our kind of strange Dean." Melody said hugging her jacket tighter against her body.
Sam agreed, "Exactly, like a lead."
"Why do you say that?" Dean questioned them.
"I met Meg weeks ago literally on the side of the road," Sam explained, "And now I run into her in some random Chicago bar-the same bar where a waitress was slaughtered by something supernatural. You don't think that's weird?"
Dean shrugged, "I don't know random coincidence it happens."
Melody rolled her eyes, "Yeah Dean it happens but not to us."
"I could be wrong," Sam added, "I'm just saying there's something about this girl that I can't quite put my finger on."
"But I bet you'd like to," Dean joked.
"Ew, Dean I don't want to hear that." Melody said grimacing.
He ignored her and continued his teasing, "Maybe you got a thing for her, huh? Maybe you're thinking a little too much with your upstairs brain, huh?"
Sam smiled despite his brother's bad jokes, "Do me a favor. Check and see if there's a Meg Masters from Andover, Massachusetts. And see if you can't dig anything up on that symbol."
"What are you gonna do?" Melody asked him as she moved to stand beside Dean.
"I'm gonna watch Meg."
Dean chuckled, "Yeah you are." Melody face-palmed and couldn't resist laughing as well.
"I just want to see what's what you know, better safe than sorry," Sam defended himself.
"All right you little pervert, have fun," Dean put an arm around Melody's shoulders, "Come on sis, Sammy here needs some alone time." He wagged his eyebrows playfully.
"Okay someone is having way too much fun with this." Melody laughed as she walked across the street with Dean and waved back to Sam as he stood on the street corner.
Dean and Melody walked back to the motel without incident. Once they were inside Dean whipped out Sam's laptop and began his search for "Meg Masters". Melody pulled out her laptop and started her own research on the strange symbol.
"You got anything?" Melody asked looking up from her computer screen.
Dean grinned, "Yup, got her high school picture and everything, she's clean," he picked up his phone, "What about you? Got anything on that symbol?"
Melody rubbed her temples, "Hardly. I mean I'm guessing it's ancient but I can't find anything on here that pre-dates Christ. Maybe one of dad's friends knows what that is."
He nodded and began to dial out a number, "I'll call Caleb, maybe he knows."
She stood then, stretching her long legs and went to the small kitchenette which they had stocked up earlier that day. Melody bent down and opened the fridge, pulled out a bottle of water and stood back up as she heard Dean talk quickly into his phone. Returning to her seat across from her brother Melody watched him say a quick goodbye to Caleb.
"Well…" he sighed and opened his phone again, "Might as well call Sammy, see how the little guy's doing."
Melody scoffed, "You are such a child."
"Yeah, yeah," he grinned and put the phone on speaker setting it down on the table between them.
The line rang a few times until it was picked up, "Hey," Sam's voice came through to them.
"Let me guess," Dean began, "you're lurking outside that poor girl's apartment, aren't you?"
Sam scoffed, "No…yes."
Melody laughed while Dean continued teasing him, "You've got a funny way of showing your affection."
"You find anything on her or what?" Sam asked him growing impatient.
"Sorry Sammy," Melody said standing up to look at Dean's laptop, "she checks out. There's a Meg Masters in the Andover phone book. Even managed to pull up her high-school photo."
Dean picked up the phone and held it up to his lips, "Now look, why don't you go knock on her door and uh…invite her to a poetry reading or whatever it is you do, huh?"
Melody laughed again and lightly slapped Dean's shoulder mouthing, "Be nice," to him as Sam asked,
"What about the symbol? Any luck?"
"Yeah that we did have some luck with," Dean said pulling over his own journal, "It's uh…Zoroastrian. Very, very old-school, like two-thousand years before Christ. It's a sigil for a Daeva."
"What's a Daeva?"
"It translates to 'demon of darkness'—Zoroastrian demons, and they're savage, animalistic, nasty attitudes—kind of like demonic pit bulls." Dean explained to them letting Melody glance over his notes.
"How'd you figure that out?"
"Oh come on moose," Melody said handing Dean his journal back, "Give me some credit. I at least knew it predated Christ."
"Yeah come on, you don't have a corner on paper chasing around here," Dean bragged into the phone.
"Oh really? Name the last book either of you read."
Melody and Dean both nodded. He had a point. Dean relented, "All right. I called dad's friend Caleb. He told me. Anyway here's the thing. These daevas, they have to be summoned…conjured."
"So someone's controlling it?"
"Yeah that's what I'm saying," Dean nodded watching his sister sit down across from him again, "And uh…from what I gather, it's pretty risky business too. These suckers tend to bite the hand that feeds them…and the arms and the torsos."
"Dean," Melody complained kicking him lightly in the shin.
"Well…what do they look like?"
"Well nobody knows. Nobody's seen them for a couple of millennia. I mean, summoning a demon that ancient, someone really knows their stuff."
"You thinkin we got ourselves a major player?" Melody asked leaning back in her seat.
"Yup," Dean answered her and then felt a teasing grin cross his features, "Now why don't you go give that girl a private strip-o-gram?"
"Oh…Dean," Melody complained fighting back a smile of her own.
"Bite me," Sam deadpanned.
"Well no—bite her. Don't leave teeth marks though just enough—" he heard the line go dead, "Sam? Are you—" he sighed and closed his phone looking up he saw his sister staring at him.
"You are…the worst big brother ever," she said laughing at him.
Dean smiled at her, "Hey I'm just trying to help the kid out."
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