Supernaturally Mindboggling – Chapter 8

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"You can see Dean?" Emily asked her.

You can see me? Dean asked at the same time.

Emily noticed Sam was looking confused as he was standing at a far corner from her.

"Er, I'm Agent Emily Prentiss from the FBI, and this is Sam Winchester." She pointed to him as she pulled out her credentials and showed it to the woman. "We have some questions, if you can answer for us, ma'am?"

The woman continued to smile as she chewed and nodded. "I know why you came, chéri. You and him in there head!" She pointed at Emily's head.

Emily frowned, "You mean you know about Dean?"

She nodded as she pointed at her white eye, "I ain't blind, chéri. I can see him."

She can see me? Dean exclaimed excitedly.

She nodded as she grabbed a spittoon and spit into it. "Sure, I see you clearly, young man."

How did I get in here?

"You be here by error, you ain't suppose to be in her noggin'." She nodded her head.

No kidding, lady! Dean yelled angrily. How do I get out of here, no offense, Emily.

Emily shook her head, "None taken, pretty boy."

Hey! He glared at her in her head but he grinned at her.

The woman smiled, "Call me Marie. The maker is looking for you, without that noggin', he can't be successful."

The maker, what maker?

"Gordon Walker's maker."

Sam stood up and cut in, "Wait, what do you know about Gordon?"

Marie was nodding as she turned to look at Sam when she began to scream! She held her head with her hands, AHHHHHHH!

Sam and Emily stepped away from her.

"What is hell? What is she doing?" Emily was frowning.

Marie shook her head as she pointed at the doll, "How dare you bring that in here!"

Sam held it, "We have some questions to ask you about this doll."

"That thing is not to be brought into my grandmother's house of sanction! Blasphemy!" She whipped her head and grabbing a long sharp knife"Blasphemy!

Uh oh, she's going psycho!

"Should we leave?"Emily looked up at Sam.

He shrugged.

Marie bent down and opening the cage, she grabbed the chicken which began to screech and flapped its wings furiously but the old woman held onto its legs tightly.

She turned back to Emily and Sam and said, "Who touch tat doll first?" She spat angrily.

Sam pointed at Emily, "She did."

"You hold the doll, chér."

Sam gave the doll to Emily as she held on to it reluctantly.

What is she going to do? Dean asked nervously.

"You stay out of it, if you know what's good for you, boy!" She glared at Emily but she was not looking right at her.

Hey, you'd better not hurt her!

Marie grin her dark red rotted teeth at Emily, "I ain't fraid of you, pretty boy! You better go take a walk…now while I deal with your chéri!"

Aw shit! Dean exclaimed.

"Dean, just do as she says!" Emily yelled at him.

Marie began to mutter in French-Creole as she held the flapping and struggling chicken before a stunned and frightened Emily.

Sam had taken several steps from them as he watched the older woman.

Before Emily could ask her what she was about to do, Marie raised her other hand and slit the throat of the chicken, blood sprayed right at Emily as she closed her eyes and chicken blood squirted all over her face and shirt.

Oh, this is so not right. Dean began to laugh.

Emily was laughing as well.

"I don't see anything funny about all this."Sam said seriously.

"I'm not laughing willingly, Sam." Emily wiped her mouth with her palm. "This happens to be my last clean shirt."

"Now, we can talk. She is cleansed but not completely." Marie tossed the now dead chicken into a plastic bowl. "I'll have some fried chicken pieces later." She laughed.

"I'll never eat at KFC ever again." Sam said.

"Me too."

That goes for me as well.

"Back to Dixon and Gordon." Sam said. "Er, how do we find Dean's body?"

Marie turned to Sam and walked to the big flat plate on the floor and picked it up.

What's with the ivories, Marie? Dean asked.

"This?"She pointed at the several ivory pieces in it. "This ain't no elephant's ivories! Tis my great grand mamma's bones."She cackled.

Oh, that's not right. Dean grumbled.

She shook it slightly and looked at it. Then she craned her neck up at Sam, "You his brother?"

Sam nodded.

"Spit in here." She indicted the plate.

"What?"

"Spit in da plate, boy!" She glared at him.

Dean was chuckling as Emily did too. Hock that loogi, Sammy!

Sam shrugged as he spit a wad of spittle onto the plate and frowned at it disgustingly.

"You guys are gross!" Emily wrinkled her nose.

Marie then brought the plate and held it in front of Emily, "You too, chéri."

Emily arched a brow, "But I'm not related to him…them."

Marie grinned knowingly at Emily, "Oui, chéri but you have his mind…so spit!" She glared at her with her milky white eye.

Do as she says, hummingbird! Dean started to laugh as Emily laughed and shook her head and spitted as she asked.

"Good, very job, young chéri." Marie then used her right pinkie nail which was about three inches long and stirred the spittle and bones together and began to hum.

I hope she washes her hands after she's done with her mambo jambo. Dean said.

"I think I'm going to be really sick." Emily shook her head.

Not while I'm still in here, hummingbird!

Sam nodded, "I'm not going to be able to eat for at least a week ."

"Ah! Pretty boy's body in the big red building with no windows, not far from here. The maker will be waiting. He needs the mind to complete the process. The maker wants him to take the place of his lost son so he can build a bigger family. You are his chosen one." Marie smiled as she put the plate down.

Well, that's not happening. Dixon wants to expand with me as a vampire? Dean exclaimed angrily. We'll just have to hunt him and cut him down.

Marie looked at Emily, "Chéri, you'll have to put him to rights. The maker is not expecting you at all. Your blood will end his."

What do you mean, Marie? Dean asked.

"Just what I said, her blood will end his blood. The maker will not expect her."

"I don't like the sound of that." Sam said.

"Yeah, me either." Emily shivered. "My blood for his? I just spit and now I'm trading blood with a vampire? This is getting super weird. I would like to wake up now." Emily grumbled.

Sam nodded, "We'll talk about it later. Um, Marie...about the doll…who made it? Do you know how to undo the curse?"

Marie glared at Emily angrily, "You should da not touch the doll! It was not meant for you!"

"Then who?" Emily asked.

"That foul beast that's been carvin' up all those women! One of da mammas had called upon that voodoo bitch Valerie Black!" Marie spit as she spoke her name. "To seek revenge on her cheri. She came to see me first and I told that mamma I don't do revenges. I and my grandmamma, we ne'er do revenges. Just blessins and healins. And I warned her not to seek out that bitch, 'cause she is nuthin' but truble! She curse it but she don't take it back!"

"So, this doll? I can't undo the curse?"

Marie nodded, "You can. You just heft a kill him."

Emily frowned, "Kill him? You mean LaMonde Wheeler?"

I don't think so! Dean protested.

Marie shook her head, "It is not for ye to decide, pretty boy. It is her that has to get rid of the doll. If you don't kill him, the doll follows you fore'er!"

"Oh, I don't think so!" Emily said. "Damn! This just keeps getting better and better! Why me?"

"Cause ye touch da doll first." Marie pointed out.

"Yeah, I heard you the first time, Marie." Emily griped. "So, I have to confront this Dixon, the vampire chief maker and get Dean's mind back into his body and kill him before he turns Dean into a vampire and then at the same time hunt down LaMonde Wheeler and kill him if I don't want that creepy doll following me for the rest of my life. Gee, this is cake…piece of cake." Emily laughed bitterly.

This is no joke, Emily! Dean exclaimed. Dixon is not your everyday vampire. He is the most powerful vampire and he doesn't hesitate to kill you in a heartbeat…well, he doesn't have a heartbeat. But you get the picture! Your guns are useless against him. This is way over your head, babe. Just let Sam and Bobby handle this, please.

"Dean," Emily said quietly. "I have your mind in my head for the last couple of days and I'm in this way too deep. I'm sorry but you can't stop me."

Damn it, Emily! I don't want you to die because of me!

She chuckled, "Don't worry, Dean. I won't tag this on you if I do." She looked over at Sam. "You ready to go?"

"Wait, chéri!" Marie held out her hand, "Put this on, keep this close to you at all time, it'll protect you."

Emily took the necklace from Marie and thanked her as she put it over her head and looked at it; it was an ivory piece. "Er, Marie, what's this?"

Marie grinned widely, showing off her reddened and rotted teeth, "It's my grandmamma Marie LaVeau's tailbone! Very powerful juju, hummingbird!" She began to cackle as she picked up the bowl of dead chicken and went into the small door she came from at first.

"Why did she call you hummingbird?" Sam asked as they left the building.

Emily shrugged, "Have no clue, Sam. Come on, let's find Bobby and deliver the joyful news."

You and I need to talk, Emily. Dean said angrily. I'm still not comfortable with you going head on into this and confronting Dixon! He's going to eat you alive so fast you don't know what hit you before your heart stopped beating.

Emily flicked her hand as if she was ward off an annoying fly, "Please Dean, I've got Sam and Bobby with me, what better body guards can a chick get?" She looked up at Sam and grinned, "He's nagging again like a fish wife."

Sam shook his head, "Dean's right. You've never, er, hunt before, Emily. You could get hurt."

Emily frowned, "Sam, you heard what Marie said, I have to be there in order for us to put Humpty Dumpty back together again."

I'm not Humpty Dumpty!

"It's just a figure of speech, Dean. You're so sensitive for a guy."

I'm not sensitive, just … not Humpty. I don't look like an egg with arms and legs sticking out.

"You could be a cute looking egg, with sexy arms and sexy legs." Emily teased him.

"Oh…jeez…so not listening to that sappy conversation. Please keep it to yourself, Emily." Sam covered his ears with his hands. "I need to get some earmuffs, very thick earmuffs."

They came upon the group of men who was stirring the pot that was giving out a pungent smell and they smiled and nodded at Sam and Emily.

"Hi, we're looking for our friend, his name is Bobby, middle aged guy, beard and a baseball cap." Sam greeted them while Emily stayed a few paces from them; she was still partially covered with dried chicken blood.

One of them nodded his head as he held out a piece of paper as Sam took it and read it;

Meet me at Cypress and Jackson Avenue. No guns, just machetes. Bobby.

Sam told Emily what the note said.

"No guns?"

Sam nodded, "Machetes, that means vamps. He must know."

Emily, are you listening? I want you to sit out on this! Dean said angrily.

She shook her head, "No, Dean. Sam and Bobby need all the help they could get. Will you trust me? It's not as if this is my first fight."

"Dean, I'll protect her." Sam assured him as they climbed into the Impala.

Emily rolled her eyes, "Oh, come on guys, this is no time to get macho on me. You forget whom I work for and with. And I used to be with the CIA and the INTERPOL in Europe."

Pansy agencies. Dean mocked.

"They're not pansies, Dean." She shook her head seriously. "Do you see that box marked Budapest?"

Sam was watching her oddly, "Box?"

She shook her head as he drove to the address Bobby had indicated.

Goddamn, Emily! You're shitting me? You were only 24! Dean cursed a few more times. Okay, you convinced me for now. But just the same, be careful?

Emily nodded, "I will Dean."

I…yeah. He hesitated and stayed mum for the duration of the ride.

"So, what's Budapest?" Sam inquired.

"It was an overseas mission the INTERPOL took undercover a long time ago. There were six of us as we infiltrated the Budapest's highly secretive military compound and kidnapped a general who was to be tried as a war criminal."

"I'd read about that incident, General Nicklaus Warlacki? He was responsible for murdering millions of men, women, and children."

Emily nodded.

"My Captain and I were the only ones that came back with the general alive. He stood trial for the genocide he was accused of and is now currently in prison for the rest of his damned life. "

"You must be pretty young when that happened, why did they pick you?"

"I could speak Hungarian fluently and convincingly."

She looked out the window and watched the dilapidated houses destroyed by hurricane Katrina but she was not looking at them, they reminded her of the old town and the poorest part of the town where Gene Fordham, Emily and the General they kept sedated, had stayed hidden for several days before help came. She had just turned 24 and freshly out of college. But she quickly grew up in the span of five days when she watched her team died before her eyes trying to extract the general out.

She killed her first soldier with a knife when he came at her; she had nightmares for a long time. It was Gene who had taught her how to compartmentalize her fears, to box them up and put it up in her mind. The dead soldier along with a few more that day was still in that box she had never opened since.

"Here we are, I see Bobby's car." Sam said as he parked a dull green Chevrolet Chevelle.

"And the big red building with no windows." Emily pointed across the street.

Welcome to Casa Del Dixon, the ass hole vampire, Dean said sarcastically.

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End of Chapter 8