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Bamby

EPOV

Dean and I were waiting outside of 'Cinderella's' house, leaning against Baby as we waited for Sam. We were both silent, Dean concentrating on playing with the red apple the ghost had left, tossing it in the air and catching it over and over.

"Paramedics picked up Cinderella," Sam told us as he walked across the road and towards the car.

Dean nodded, catching the apple. "That's good."

"She's not the only princess we're dealing with," I started, gesturing to the apple in Dean's hand. "Snow White."

"I saw that movie." I was shocked by Dean's words, until he continued on. "Or the porn version anyway, 'cause there was this wicked Stepmother? Woo, she was wicked." He grinned.

I rolled my eyes as Sam explained the real story to is brother. "There is a wicked Stepmother. And she tries to kill Snow White with a poison apple."

"But the apple doesn't actually kill the girl, right?" Dean asked.

"No, but it puts her into a deep sleep," I answered.

"So deep it's almost like she's dead," Sam added as the three of us climbed into Baby.

...

We'd asked one of the nurses if they had any comatose girls at the hospital. They didn't, but they did have a woman who'd been here for years. A woman who just so happened to be Dr Garrison's daughter.

Sam, Dean and I walked up to the doorway of Dr Garrison's daughter's room, finding the doctor sitting by her bed, reading her a story from a Grimm Brother's book.

"'The Huntsman stepped inside, and in the bed lay the Wolf. So the Huntsman took a pair of scissors and cut open the Wolf's belly'." The doctor paused as he looked up to see the three of us in the door way. Closing the book, he stood and walked over to us. "Detectives. Can I help you?"

"We just heard that Callie is your daughter," Dean told him.

Sam's voice was gentle as he added, "And we wanted to say how very sorry we are."

Dr Garrison nodded. "Well, uh. Thank you. If you'll excuse me." Walking past us, he started down the hall.

Dean gave Sam and I a look before we started to follow the doctor. "Oh, heading this way? We'll walk with you. How long's Callie been like that?"

"We don't mean to intrude," Sam quickly assured him. "We can't possibly understand how hard it must be for you seeing her like this."

"It's not easy," Dr Garrison started. "She's uh, been here since she was eight years old."

"Was that when she was poisoned?" I asked.

"Yes. Swallowed, uh, bleach. Never figured out how she got her hands on the bottle. My wife found her, uh, brought her to the ER here and I was on call."

"Your wife was, uh… was that Callie's stepmother?"

Dr Garrison stopped walking and turned to look at Dean, confused and surprised. "Actually, yes. How'd you know that?"

Dean shrugged. "Lucky guess."

"Well, Julie was the only mother that uh, Callie ever knew. My wife passed away last year and, uh... it's just my daughter and me now. She's all I've got left." It was painful, obviously. Losing everyone, I understood how that felt. Clearing his throat, the doctor collected himself. "Um, excuse me. I've gotta get back to work."

"Yeah." Dean nodded, letting the doctor walk away. The three of us shared a look and waited a moment longer before we turned to walk in the opposite direction. "Well you're right. It's Snow White in spades."

Sam sighed. "Yep. Step-mum poisons the girl, puts her into a deep sleep. What's the motive you think?"

"Could be like Mischa Barton," Dean suggested.

When Sam looked at him clearly confused, I explained, "He's talking about Sixth Sense not the O.C."

But Sam just looked even more confused. "What?"

Dean shrugged. "Hey, you know fairy tales, I know movies, and she knows everything." He gestured to me. "Mischa played the pasty ghost. You know, remember the mum had that thing, you know, where you keep the kid sick so you get all the attention?"

"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah." At least Sam understood that. "Uh, Munchausen syndrome by proxy. Huh, could be."

Dean nodded, going on. "So say all these years, Callie's been suffering silently because nobody knows the truth about what mummy dearest did."

"And after all this time her spirit just gets angrier and angrier, until it finally just starts lashing out," Sam added.

"Exactly." I nodded. "And while she's stuck she has to listen to her father tell her all these creepy stories about murder and whatnot. I'm pretty sure that's enough to drive anybody insane."

"Okay, but how are we gonna stop her?" Sam asked as we came to a stop in the main entrance of the hospital. "I mean Callie's stuck here, her father's keeping her body alive."

"It does make it a bit hard to burn the bones," Dean noted.

Just then the doors of the hospital opened as paramedics rushed an old woman on a stretcher in.

"Coming in!" one of the EMTs called.

A doctor headed over to the stretcher. "OK, what's her status?"

"Seventy-two-year-old female, sustained multiple lacerations and puncture wounds. BP is eighty over forty and falling. Sinus tachycardia."

The doctor frowned, looking at something on the woman's neck. "Is that a bite?"

"Looks like she was mauled by a mad dog or, maybe a wolf?"

"What was the last story Dr Garrison was reading Callie?" Dean asked.

"Little Red Riding Hood," Sam and I answered at the same time.

We waited, watching as they fought to save the old woman in one of the emergency rooms. But unfortunately, she didn't make it.

"Excuse me," Sam spoke, getting the attention of one of the EMTs. We all showed him our badges. "Was she the only victim?"

"She was found by the side of the road, barely alive. Alone."

"We need to find her next of kin," Dean told him

The EMT looked through some paperwork before speaking. "She has a granddaughter."

"Do you have an address?" Dean waited a moment before the EMT handed him the piece of paper. "Thank you."

We walked off, speaking so no one else could hear us. "You two find a way to stop Callie, all right?"

Sam frowned, coming to a stop. "What about you?"

Dean stopped as well, tuning to us. "I'm gonna go stop the Big Bad Wolf." he shrugged. "Which is the weirdest thing I've ever said."

"I'm going with you," I told him, determined to go.

"No, Liz-"

Before he could finish, I glared at the piece of paper in his hand, causing it to rip form his grasp and move into mine. Dean and Sam looked around with wide eyes, worried someone might have seen.

"You gotta be more careful," Sam warned, worried.

But Dean now looked pissed. "You gotta stop using that. Last time it nearly killed you."

He was right. After the little fight I'd had with the demon in Father Gil it had taken me a few days to get back to normal. I'd been sleepy and sore, both body and mind. It was like I'd run a marathon, up Mount Everest.

But I was okay now, at least I hoped. Besides, I wasn't going to let him put himself in danger. Not without back up, at least. "You've got two choices Dean, you let me go with you, or I make you take me," I warned.

He waited a moment, trying to think of a way to get what he wanted. But there was none, and once he realised that, he groaned. "Fine. Come on."

SPOV

"Dr Garrison!" I called as I rushed up to him. "I need to speak with you."

"Detective." He turned to me. "What can I do for you?"

"Well, um..." This is gonna be awkward... "it's about Callie."

The doctor frowned, confused. "My daughter? What about her?"

It was clear Dr Garrison cared deeply for his daughter, no matter how I said this, it was going to be hard for him. I could only imagine how angry he might get with me. So maybe standing in the middle of an open corridor in the hospital wasn't the best place to have this chat.

"You know maybe, maybe could we sit down for a minute?" I suggested.

Suddenly, he was annoyed. "No. What about her?"

"'Kay. Well um..." I paused, looking around. But having no other choice, I just let it all out. "All right, Doctor, this isn't gonna be easy. What happened to Callie was not an accident."

"Excuse me?" He wasn't as annoyed anymore. Now, he was offended, working up to be pissed.

"I'm sorry, but it's true."

"You have no idea what happened to my daughter." He turned and began to walk away, but I was right there behind him still.

"There are things you don't know, Doctor, about your wife."

"My wife?"

"Doctor, your wife poisoned Callie."

This got his attention. Stopping in his tracks her turned to me, an anger in his eyes. "Why would you say something so horrible to me?"

"Because I need your help," I admitted honestly.

"You stay away from me, and from my daughter, you understand?"

"Doctor, this isn't... please, uh-"

Turning away again, he walked into Callie's room, slamming the door in my face. I sighed, looking around again. We didn't have time for this. Dean and Lizzie would only be able to hold the 'wolf' off for so long...

Without waiting a moment longer, I opened the door and walked into the room, closing the door behind me.

Dr Garrison had been sitting by his daughter's side. Getting up now, he looked enraged. "I'm calling Security," he warned, reaching for the internal phone.

I got in his way, holding the phone down. "No, listen. I don't have time to do this gently. If you don't listen to me more people are going to get hurt, because Callie is going to hurt them."

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

"You're gonna think I'm crazy, but just understand me. Your daughter Callie is still here. She's a spirit."

He didn't respond right away. Instead he froze a little, the anger in his eyes fading as he then turned to look at his daughter's sleeping form. "So you've seen her too."

EPOV

Dean and I walked into the house carefully, guns drawn. Dean stayed close to me, a little in front. He was in protective mode. Moving around the corner, into the living room, we spotted a little girl in the red hoodie crying behind a bookshelf. Her face was smeared with blood.

I lowered my gun and hurried over to her. "Hey, sweetie." I gave he a gentle smile. "We're here, okay."

"You okay?" Dean asked, crouching down by the girl as well.

"Yeah-" She cut herself off with an ear-piercing scream.

We turned but it was just too late. A man knocked the gun out of my grasp and threw me against the bookshelf. Dean moved to aim his gun at the man, but he was too fast, knocking Dean's gun away with a hard elbow.

Recovering quickly, Dean punched the guy. Yet it was as if he wasn't human, with his strength and reflexes, the man managed to grab Dean and throw him across the room and against the dining table.

Dean went to get up, but the man was right there, pushing him once more, only this time he pushed Dean in a china cabinet. Glasses and plates smashed on impact.

I lifted my hand and grabbed a hold of the man with my mind, straining to keep him in place so Dean could grab and stop him. But he was too strong, and the longer I held him the weaker I felt.

Keeping my hand up was beginning to be a struggle, hell keeping my eyes open was starting to become hard. I'd only been holding the guy for less than a minute and I could already feel myself growing dizzy.

When I felt blood dripping from my nose, that's when I finally gave up.

A second or two after I dropped my hand the man stormed over to me with a growl, looking at my dark red leather jacket. Leaning down, he wrapped his hand around my throat, cutting off my air supply.

He lifted me off the ground, holding me against the shelf, seething with rage, eyes a blaze. I honestly wondered if this was how I was going to die.

SPOV

"I sensed her... Callie," Dr Garrison started, taking a seat by his daughter's bed. "Her presence, her scent. I even saw her standing at the foot of my bed but I never believed it, I thought I was dreaming, I-"

"It wasn't a dream," I assured him. "She looks like she did when she was eight. White dress. Red ribbon in her hair. She's been trying to talk to you."

He let out a sigh. "You're not a cop, are you?"

"No." There was no need to lie.

"Then who are you?"

"Someone who knows a little bit about this kind of thing."

"But what you said about my wife poisoning Callie, that's-"

I cut him off, trying to explain. "Sir. Callie told us."

"What?"

"Not in so many words, but in her own way. She told us."

"My wife loved Callie," he insisted. "So how is- how is that possible?"

"I don't know. But it is."

"No. No, I- I don't believe you."

"Look, Callie is killing people. She's angry. She's desperate, because nobody will listen to her. So you have to listen to her. Please, listen to your daughter."

Looking from me, then to his daughter, Dr Garrison took a deep breath as he reached for Callie's hand. "Callie? Callie, it's daddy. It's me, daddy. Is it true? Mummy did that to you? I- I know I wasn't listening before, but I'm listening now. Daddy's here. Please honey, is- is there any way that you can tell me?"

Having heard her father's voice, Callie's spirit appeared in the room.

"Doctor..." I caught his attention and nodded behind him.

He turned to see his daughter standing close, looking sad and lost. "Is it true?"

She simply nodded.

Tears formed in his eyes as he spoke. "Oh, I'm so sorry, baby. But listen to me. You gotta stop what you're doing, okay? You're hurting people. I know everything now. I know the truth. It's time for you to let go. It's time for me to let you go."

Slowly, he turned to his daughter's sleeping form and leaned over to caress her face before pressing a gentle and loving kiss to her forehead. As he pulled away the monitors began to buzz as they flatlined.

Callie was gone.

DPOV

I slammed into the guy, pushing him away from Liz, who dropped to the floor. I held him down, using all my body weight as I lifted the scissors I'd grabbed from the dining room. I was just about ready to kill him when the look in his eyes changed.

"Whoa!" He lifted his hands in surrender, the spell he'd been under now over. "Stop, stop! Whoa stop! Whoa! Where am I? What's going on?!"

Carefully, I lowered the scissors, out of breath. Getting off the guy I moved over to Liz where she sat on the ground. It had been a close call. Not only had the guy nearly choked her, but she'd done some damage to herself.

"Hey." I grabbed her face carefully, lifting her head so she would look up at me. "You're okay. I'm here." I wiped away the blood that had trickled out of her nose. "You wanna get out of here?"

She gave a slight and simple nod, leaning into me. "Yes please."

...

"And the girl's okay?" Dr Garrison asked as he, Sam and I stood by the nurses' station in the hospital. When I gave a short nod, he let out a relieved sigh. "So. It's really over."

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "All thanks to you."

"Callie was the most important thing in my life. But I should've let her go a long time ago." With nothing left to say, he turned to leave.

"See ya 'round, Doc," I told him before he could walk off.

He paused, shaking his head. "I sure hope not." He then walked away.

Once he was gone I turned to Sam. "You know what he said? Some good advice."

Sam frowned. "Is that what you want me to do, Dean? Is that what you want Lizzie to do? All of us? Just let you go?"

I didn't answer, because I honestly didn't think there was a reason to. He knew how I felt. So instead I just walked off, wanting to get back to the hotel to check up on Liz.

SPOV

I left Dean and Lizzie in the hotel room, we'd been too worried to let Lizzie stay in her own room so she was crashed out on Dean's bed while he slept on the couch. But I couldn't sleep. There was something I needed to do. Someone I needed to see.

I crouched down at the center of the crossroads sighing as I placed the box filled with all the needed ingredients, into a hold. After burying it with my hands I stood and dusted myself of as I began to wait, looking in all four directions, one at a time.

"Well. Little Sammy Winchester." I turned to see a woman in a black dress, with red eyes standing behind me. The Crossroads Demon. "I'm touched. I mean... your brother's been to see me twice, but you? I never had the pleasure." I simply glared at her as she looked me up and down. "What can I do for you, Sam?"

I drew the Colt and aimed it at her, smiling tightly. "You can beg for your life."

"We were having such a nice conversation. Then you had to go and ruin the mood."

"If I were you, I'd drop the wisecracks and start acting scared."

She grinned. "It's not my style." Taking in the gun, she noticed something, "That's not the original Colt. Where did you get that?" My silence was answer enough. "Ruby. Had to be. She is such a pain in my ass. She'll get what's coming to her, you can count on it."

"That's enough. I came here to make you an offer."

"You're gonna make me an offer?" She almost laughed. "That's adorable."

"You can let Dean out of his deal right now. He lives, I live. You live. Everyone goes home happy. Or," I cocked the Colt, "you stop breathing. Permanently."

"Oh." She chuckled as she circled me. "All this tough talk. I have to tell you, it's not very convincing. I mean, come on Sam. Do you even want to break the deal?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't know. Aren't you tired of cleaning up Dean's messes? Of dealing with that broken psyche of his? Aren't you tired of being bossed around like a snot-nosed little brother? You're stronger than Dean. You're better than him."

"Watch your mouth," I warned.

"Admit it. You're here, going through the motions. But truth is, you'll be a tiny bit relieved when he's gone."

"Shut up."

She went on, ignoring me. "No more desperate, sloppy, needy Dean. You can finally be free. Hell, you could even make a move on Elizabeth."

"I said, shut up!"

"Huh. Doth protest too much if you ask me."

"All right, I've had enough of your crap. You let Dean out of his deal right now."

Shaking her head, she walked around me again, standing in her original spot. "Sorry sweetheart, but your brother's an adult. He made that deal of his own free will, fair and square. It's iron clad."

"Every deal can be broken."

"Not this one."

"Fine." I shrugged. "Then I'll kill you. If you're gone, so's the deal."

This time she did laugh. "Guess again."

I didn't expect that... "What?"

"Sam, I'm just a saleswoman. I got a boss like everybody. He holds the contract, not me. He wants Dean's soul, bad. And believe me. He's not going to let it go."

"You're bluffing."

"Am I? Shoot me, if it'll get you off. But the deal still holds, and when Dean's time is up, he's getting dragged into the pit."

Slowly, I lowered the gun, needing answers. "Then who's your boss? Who holds the contract?"

"He's not as cuddly as me, I can tell you that." She grinned again.

"Who is it?"

"I can't tell you. I'm sorry Sam." Her smile fell and she genuinely looked sorry. "But there's no way outta this one. Not this time."

I looked away for a moment, taking it all in. This hadn't been a complete waste of time but I still hadn't gotten what I wanted, what I needed. Dean was still going to hell. Letting out a deep breath, I knew there was nothing else I could do here.

Moving without hesitating, I aimed the gun and shot the Crossroads Demon right between the eyes, watching as she eventually fell to the ground, dead.

Bamby