Dean wasn't happy he was left with Anna, didn't like it one bit. But this Chase chick seemed to know what she was doing, and it didn't leave Sam looking for the bones alone. After they had left he had sat down in silence with Anna. He didn't want the spirit to come back, so figured silence was their best bet.
It felt like they had waited forever when he heard a loud crash come from upstairs shortly followed by two gun shots.
"Sam!" He yelled, standing up and looking at the ceiling. He glanced at Anna when he didn't hear anything else. "Did you hear that?"
Dean was completely lost as to what to do. He couldn't leave Anna, therefore he couldn't go look for Sam, but he hated the gunshots he'd just heard.
"Sam!" He yelled again. "Sammy, you there?"
In response he heard a loud crash come from upstairs, almost as if someone was beating a wall down. Dean stood defensively by Anna, knowing that if the spirit had gotten Sam and Chase that now it was coming for them.
To Dean's relief, however, what came bursting through the door wasn't an angry spirit, but Sam and Chase.
"Dean, we found the bones, we just need to burn them." Sam told him quickly.
"Anybody got a lighter?" Chase added, rolling up her sleeves. She looked to Anna. "Do you have matches around the house?"
Sam turned to her as well. "Oh yeah, salt, lighter fluid, and matches. We need lots. We have to burn the bones and possibly the house."
"What? I thought you took everything we needed out of the car!" Dean looked at Sam. Anna was shaking her head, indicating she didn't have any of those items.
"Great, we're screwed." Dean said, rubbing his face with his hands. "We have to get out of here."
Sam gave him a look that clearly said he didn't want to leave until the bones were burnt.
"Sam, we can't stay!" He looked hard at Sam before another idea came to him. "Okay, you stay here with Anna and Chase, I'll get the gear."
Dean started to run down the hall, pulling out his keys.
"I'm coming with you." Chase informed him, and started to follow.
Right as Dean reached the door, the spirit appeared in front of him. His eyes widened as he was grabbed around the neck and thrown against the wall.
"Sam!" Dean struggled to say, his feet barely touching the floor. "My keys….finish the job." He held out his keys with a shaky hand.
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Chase snatched Dean's keys as he held them out, not intending on waiting around for him and his brother to take care of this job. She ran outside, flipping through them, not entirely sure which one was supposed to open the car, when she stopped dead on the porch and felt her stomach drop. Standing in the yard were two actual cops. Chase suppressed a groan; she had neither the time nor the patience to explain anything to them.
The cops looked skeptically at her as she exited, slowly making their way to her. They started to explain that there had been complaints from nearby residents about gunshots and pounding coming from the house.
Chase quickly pulled out her badge, trying to tell them she had it under control and thanks for stopping by. They seemed to be believing her until the sound of another gunshot rang out. Both cops turned to her, but Chase just ran passed them. If there were more gunshots it meant that Anna, Dean, and Sam were all in trouble.
She reached the Impala and shoved the keys into the trunk, grabbing the bag sitting there. She hurried over to her own car and grabbed her own bag, just in case, and then ran back to the house, watching the policemen head up the steps to the house.
Chase opened her mouth to yell to them, but just as she did they were thrown backwards, hitting the police car that was parked in the street. She watched with wide eyes before running up the steps two at a time and throwing herself into the house, slamming the door behind her. She was going to make sure she wasn't thrown against any cars, too.
