Here's the new chapter ! I really loved to write it and I hope you'll enjoy it too. It's the first time I write something like that.
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CHAPTER 8
- Wait, before you start, do you have something to drink ? Something strong, not your bloody horrible tea... Dean asked, uncomfortable.
- There is some whisky bottles from Father but Mother doesn't want me to drink it...
- Come on, that bitch is dead ! Man up ! Do what you want !
Thomas was massaging his neck with his free hand, didn't know what to answer. His Mother could get violent if she was upset... But this man seemed to know about ghosts. Maybe he could...
- Okay you coward… Where's the booze ?
Dean got impatient. This hunt was too complex to be sober… With all that happened that day, Lucifer, Cas, Sammy and then this ? He really deserved a drink.
- On this shelf. If I come too close, bad things happen. She nearly burnt the house down ! It was just after the…
The hunter didn't let him finish his sentence. He grabbed one bottle and two glasses. He showed them to the other man.
- See ! You just gotta show them who's in charge…
He pourred them some whisky, and drank his before handed the baronet his glass after he had put his baby ghost in his craddle. Thomas took a sip, grimacing at the burning sensation. Dean had another full glass in his hand.
- Hope you don't care I took another… I just lost my brother…
- Oh, I'm so sorry…
- Sooooo, tell me your story… It'll change my mind… Your story can't be worse that mine…
Sighing, Thomas took another sip and began to talk about his life.
- Lucille is the oldest… She was always there for me… Father was always out, travelling...
- Mine too... That, I can understand... Go one !
- Mother… Well, all she wanted was silence… Father never liked Mother… He was quite brutal… He used to hit me and Mother… Lucille was the luckiest… He just ignored her… He once broke Mother's legs... We spent all our childhood in the nursery… But when Father died, it was worse… Lucille began to be more protective as I grew up because Mother… Well, she was mourning, you see… Actually, I never really like my Mother… Our relationship became better when she died… Strange, isn't it ?... And then, she became ill… Lucille looked after her, bathed her, gave her food… But an accident happened…
The more Thomas spoke, the more he drank. After only his first glass, he couldn't stand alone in his chair. Dean smiled softly at the man. Poor thing…
- What kind of accident ? the hunter asked, curiously.
- A stupid one, really… She fell on an ax…
- An accident ? With an ax ?
- That's what Lucille told me… So I got send in a boarding school in England and Lucille in Switzerland… Both separated… The first and only one separation in our life… She ran away and fetched me… I tried to start back our family's business… Didn't succeed… You see, my Father spent all our heritage travelling… So we travelled too… To find some money… I met Margaret… My first wife… It only last a few month... the poor thing was ill... died quite quickly... Just a few tea cups and she was gone... And then, there was Pamela... Oh, she was ugly and sooooooooo old !
- What ? Why did you marry her ?
Dean was shocked. The man in front of him was not ugly so what the hell… He pourred the baronet another glass, waving at him to drink more.
- Oh you know… Lucille thought it was a good idea… She was 35, you know…
- And you ?
- 18… And she was on a wheelchair… Not really convenient in this house… I used to drive her around the garden but she always felt asleep really soon… Always snoring… Did I mention she looked like Mother ?... And then she died… Tragic… Well, I never really loved her… She, on the other hand, was quite fond of me... Did you ever try to sleep next to a snoring woman ?...
Thomas looked his glass with big eyes.
- Woaw, that drink is strong… I don't feel very well…. Everything is dancing… Maybe I should stop there… Mother could have been right… I never spoke that all that crap to anyone… You're a lucky guy, you know… I like you, pal… You're my first friend… I never had any friends… The old Cushing, nah… I don't like him… He scares me… But you ?... You, I like !... Cheers !
Thomas toasted his glass to Dean's and took another sip. Dean almost laughed. It was really funny to see a man first being drunk… Never has he thought an English could be so comic.
- Enola was the third...
- Wait, you married 3 girls that died...
- What can I say ? The Good Lord called them back...
- What did you do to Him ? You look like a good fellow. Well, not at the first impression, but still...
- Enola was sweet, Thomas cut Dean, his eyes full of memories... but quite silly...
A glass flew near the baronet, splashing in a millions of pieces at his feet. He looked at the mess and laughed.
- ENOLA please ! Don't break the glasses ! We need them to drink !
Another one fell near the last one.
- She looked like nasty that one, Dean remarked.
- You have no idea... Since she is dead, she is such ... tiresome !
The bottle of whisky moved on the table and was about to fall. Thanks to Dean's réflexes, the alcohol was intact. Thomas sighed in relieved.
- Don't take it like that Enola... you were my favorite... Well, before Edith, of course… but you know, she got pregnant...
- Enola ?
- No ! Of course not... I haven't been intimate with any of my wives... Didn't have the chance to... She is too jaleous...
- Who ? Who got pregnant ?
- I'm not drunk enough to tell you her name... Anyways, there were the best months in my life... I was having a family... A little boy... But he was born different... weak... my poor baby... Enola said she could cure him... but she didn't... I was gone just one day and... Enola and the baby were dead...
- What about the mother ?
- Pfff... she was relieved !
- What kind of mother is glad her baby's dead ?
- Well, you know my... You are clever... almost got me to spill it out... she would kill me if I told you... my life's a mess but I like to be alive, thank you very much...
A strong gust of cold wind entered the room and Thomas winced in pain, holding his right shoulder.
- I know you liked to be alive too, Enola ! Don't hit me ! I can't do anything now, can I ?
He looked at Dean, boring.
- She really like to hit me... Can't assume her death... She is so angry... Looks like she's mad at me... I wasn't even there when she... how... how many drinks did you get ?
- Stop counting after the fifth, Dean winked. How did you meet Edith ?
- I wanted investors for my machine... Lucille and I met a girl on the journey... you should have seen her... her money was not worth the efforts I made to stay in her company... always giggling... so annoying... I had an appointment with old Cushing... Edith was there... I said to Lucille : you chose the others let me choose this one... you should have seen her face when I invited Edith to dance instead of her...
- Well, your sister looks quite jaleous of...
- Not Lucille's !... The other girl... please make an effort and try to follow my story... Lucille's face was funny too, that night… anyways Cushing found out I was married so I had to go away... He payed me good money to stay away from Edith... but I couldn't... I didn't wanted to... And you know the rest... Since he had this blow on his head, he doesn't seem to remember… So, ssssssht… Don't tell him… What about you ?... What's your story ?
Two hours later, after Dean drank the rest of the bottle, he had to help Thomas to walking. The baronet couldn't even walk alone, always stumbling. They were laughing so loud Lucille went out of her bedroom.
- Thomas ! Where were you ? I waited you...
- Lucille, her brother cut, I made a new friend ! Isn't it fantastic ? Oh, I almost forgot, Mother say Hi...
Thomas went on laughing, falling on the ground. Dean, sneeringly, helped him to be back on his feet and asked :
- Why was she waiting you ?
- Ssssht
Thomas mimed in silence, putting his finger on his cheek instead of his lips. He whispered :
- I can't tell... it's a secret !... She wants me to sleep next to her... I think she is afraid of ghosts...
- Did someone say "afraid of ghost" ? Crowley asked, going out of his room. Oh, hello haggish... I can stand in your bedroom to protect you if you want...
The demon winked and Lucille, disgust, close her door and locked it. Thomas went on laughing hard.
- She might be afraid of you most ! And I understand her... leave her alone... it's MY sister, not YOURS !
Dean took the young man away, to his bedroom.
- I can't wake her up... Sweet Edith... She deserves better...
- Oh I'm sure she wants to be awaken by you, lucky man...
The master's bedroom door opened, reveiling Edith in an almost transparent white nightgown. The two men stared at her, looking her forms through the light fabric, the mouths wide open.
- What happened ? What did you do to him ? Edith asked, worried.
- He only had 2 glasses of whisky... you gotta be careful, ma'am. He is not a drinking buddy material...
- Enola would never wore such a dress... Pamela neither, thanks God... Thomas mumbled to Dean
- What is he talking about ?
Edith was clearly furious.
- Nothing, he is too drunk to be coherent, Dean tried to explain, steadying Thomas.
The baronet looked at his wife, clearly enjoying the view and bent to her.
- Why didn't you wear that on the boat ? We could have… I mean… If you agreed, things could have… You know… But, ssssht !... She could hear us… She's not far !...
Edith took a step back, her face red with prudishness. Her husband turned back to Dean and declared.
- You told me she would be glad if I awoke her… She doesn't look happy… Are you happy, Edith ?... You really doesn't look happy… I told you I shouldn't have awoken her…
Dean rolled his eyes and elbowed his new friend.
- Stop being stupid ! Tell her something nice !
- Oh yes… I forgot… I love you, Edith... One glimpse of you and I was yours... You're not like the others... When I'm far from you, I'm not feeling good... Your eyes are sooooooooo beautiful and your hair... so soft and white... Your stories are just wonderful…
And then he turned to Dean
- Did I mention that she is a writer ?... She writes ghosts story... Sorry, stories with ghosts in it... But don't tell her I said that...
Edith looked with bewildment at her husband as Thomas invited Dean to come in their bedroom.
- Come with me !... I'll show you her work… It's bloody brillant !... I'm sure you'll love it… You might even help her with the ghosts…
- I don't think it's a good idea… Dean whispered. Maybe tomorrow… It's getting late, man.
- No, no, the night is YOUNG, and Edith agrees, right love ?
The newly wife frowned, scowling her drunk husbanc before slamming her door shut. Thomas slipped on the ground.
- I think I'll stay there tonight... the baronet sang. I never thought this ground could be so comfortable... everything's turning, turning... good night sweet wife of mine !
And he began to snore loudly, cowered on the parquet.
