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"Dean?" Sam asked
"Who the hell else is it gunna be? It's my cell phone"
"Jerk. Listen, you remember my vision, the one about the Davas?"
Dean froze, fear for his little brother overriding the thought that Sam was possessed, "What about it?"
"It already happened" He said, "a few minuets before you found us in the motel room"
Dean's mind started working again. In the motel room, Sam had been perfectly fine, and Dean new from experience, no one is perfectly fine after a Dava attack. Except Meg. Who happened to be possessed. "I've got to tell you, s'not helping you 'I'm not possessed' case, telling me that"
"You're not getting it!" Sam yelled, "They were after Her!"
Dean glanced over at his father, how was nose deep in some file, "Their a big family, she was bate"
"How many times have my visions lead us to someone who wasn't in real trouble?"
"you've got five minutes."
"Cassie told me where he's buried, but we can't dig up Dead Fred. Apparently he's buried with . . . something. I think whatever sent the Davas after her knew she knew about the thing"
"So they sent . . ." Dean glanced back at his father, then lowered his voice, "Sent the Davas to try and get them to scare out a location? Davas don't scare, they kill. You know, as in, eat the hand that feeds them, you were . . ."
"I was what?"
"You've got two minutes"
"Dean! This is serious. Don't go looking for Fred's body! . . . Where are you anyway?"
"Library" Dean answered before he could stop himself.
"There's nothing wrong with the Halliwells!" Sam yelled after a small pause
"Well for a perfect family, they sure are tied to some pretty freaky deaths, oh, and did I mention, they're Witches!" John's head jerked up, and he glared at the phone.
"Is that the thing that took Sam?" he asked.
Dean hesitated, but nodded. "One minute."
"I'll call you later" Sam said and hung up, sounding depressed.
Dean snapped his phone shut and sighed heavily.
"I'm not going to get used to this whole 'Your brother is a Demon' thing" he said.
You never should have let him be alone with her," John said, grabbing another file, "Any files you have mention an 'Andy Trudeau?' he was an inspector, worked most of the first cases."
"Ah, yeah . . . he died."
". . . and his partner-"
"-moved."
"That's just great!"
"Dad, how are we going to kill these guys?" Dean said slowly.
"Don't do that Dean. After we get Sammy back, we'll figure it out" John sighed, "This was my worse nightmare. They have him, and he knows our secrets"
"The only time Sam was alone was when we went to get food" Dean said
"What?" John asked, confused by the randomness of the statement.
"You said 'you never should have left him alone' I didn't. Not until we left"
"That doesn't mean anything"
"It could have been . . ." Dean trailed off, and cursed violently in every language he knew, "It was the first night, after we meet them"
"What do you mean?"
"We were out near Bilks Road, and Sam just passed out, he woke up the next morning and said her name. She must have done something to him in his sleep"
Shayla cursed whoever invented high-heel boots to the Astro plane and back. Wait, not back. Because then he'd hunt her down. Walking along Bilks road, she looked around nervously. Luke's crazy cousin said that the road was 'Bad news' but she said that about everything, and Shay didn't really pay attention anyway. Now she was wishing she'd spent more time . . . reading up on local legends. Wishing she didn't go on a random night drive, she walked with large strides back to the city. Her car had gotten a random flat, and the degenerates had stolen her spare.
She heard a noise behind her and turned to find out what it was. A horribly disfigured and misshapen man was there with a really big, really dirty, knife. She screamed and stumbled backwards, once again cursing Dr. High-Heel. Landing on her butt, she scrambled back, the knife nicked her ankle. She kicked him, got up, and ran away. She'd been running for a few minutes when she noticed the bridge, more specifically, she noticed the river under the bridge. Turning her head back, she saw Mr. Ugly chasing her. She ran to the middle of Bridge and turned around.
"You've messed with the wrong Faerie, Buddy" She said, throwing her hands out to the side. She started glowing blue. The water in the river rose and in what probably looked like a small tsunami, rushed towards the horribly disfigured man with the really big knife. He was over taken and thrown back. After returning the water, Shayla sighed and shimmered back to what she thought was her own apartment.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She demanded when she turned to see a wide eyed Krista.
Krista had to admit she was slightly impressed with the whole shimmering thing. Oh, alright, no she didn't, and she wouldn't, but it was so cool that she considered it. She also noticed the small gash on Shay-Lo's ankle.
"Were you just attacked by a horribly disfigured and misshapen man with a really big, really dirty knife?" When the Faerie just blinked at her, she shrugged and added, "I'm taking a survey."
"I'm going to ignore how oddly specific your being," Shay said, taking her shoes off, "but yes I was"
"Good for you" Krista said, getting her cell phone and calling Cassie
"What?"
"Is that anyway to talk to someone who just saved you hours of work?"
"Apparently"
"Shut up. Dead Fred attacked Barbie"
"Give the man a medal. . . . Wait, how'd she get away?"
"Oh, she's a faerie"
Cassie snorted, "Literally?"
"As in wings and pixie dust"
"I thought pixies made pixie dust, not faeries"
"Whatever, you have to get here, as soon as possible," Krista said, "oh, and bring Bashful. He maybe useful"
"If I can find him, I don't have his cell number"
Krista was silent. No she wasn't, she'd hung up.
"Hey, I do that to people" Cassie said, shutting her phone. She was already at the Library. Turning around, she started walking, thinking about where Sam would go.
She'd walked around the same block three times before she realized the Tree Top would be a good place to start. She glanced around, noticing only a few homeless people, and orbed off, praying for a soft landing.
She got one.
On an empty bed. She was in the right room, there was no door. It didn't take her all night to get there, it was still dark, but the room was very much empty. Muttering cursed in several different languages, she walked out and down the street
As she was walking, Cassie decided to hug the inventor of sneakers. They obviously knew what they were doing. Half an hour later, Cassie was very much annoyed, and very much Samless. Orbing home, she noticed th lights were on in her two neighbors houses. That was strange, considering that both people who lived there were probably in their late 90's and had a bed time of six. Finally she found Sam, sitting next to the Impala, on the side facing away from the manor.
"This is an excellent way to get killed" She said, walking over to him.
He didn't look at her.
"Hey, listen, I'm going to see if anyone's home, then if their not, we're going to look in the Book of Shadows for a memory spell, alright?"
"Why a memory spell?" his question was quiet
"So that if this all gets horribly screwed up, no one who lived through it will remember?" She offered, but when she noticed his slouch she said, "so that if we can't figure out a way to convince your family that we're good witches, and your not possessed, we'll erase those memories and put your family back together"
She left and searched her home for any lingering Halliwell. She also made a mental note to get new phones. Orbing back outside, she was pleased to see Sam had moved. He was standing near the trunk.
"See," he said "if I was possessed, I couldn't open this" but he did. Twice.
"lets go" Cassie said, directing him inside, "we're gunna have an Easter egg hunt"
"Are you sure it's here" Sam asked after they'd ransacked the house. As they looked for the Book of Shadows, Sam had become increasingly talkative, and that had become his new favorite saying
"Yes, I told you that it couldn't leave the house," She said.
"But you left the Book right here," Sam said, throwing his hands up, "If it can't leave, where is it?"
". . . I don't know."
"Oh, okay. . . what?!" He sounded grief stricken, "It's your Book, and you don't know!?"
"Don't look at me like that, Bashful," She said sarcastically, "I left it right here."
"Don't call me that. Could someone have taken it?"
"It's a possibility."
The man's face went from surprised to deadly in 1.2 seconds. It was like he was actually holding one to the fact that She could erace Deans and Daddy Winchesters memories. She sighed.
"let me think" She said
"oh, don't worry, no rush"
"oh, don't even" She said, whirling and stabbing a finger in his chest, "you give me attitude one more time and I'm not going to be the only one who dies. I offered to try to find a spell to help you. I could have just orbed you away to my cousins apartment, but i, I had to be nice. See if I ever do it again."
"Sorry" He said, and it sounded like he meant it, "It's just, I don't want Dean to think I'm possessed, or hate me"
"So you're willing to screw with his brain"
"If I have too"
"Using magic for personal gain is very bad, Sam Winchester"
"You've never done it?"
". . . I've . . . learned that lesson the hard way" She said, skidding around the question.
"What do you think would be the . . ." he trailed off, looking for the word
"Consequences?" She offered, he nodded, "his memory could be wiped clean, forever, or he could remember you used magic to mess with his head. And those are just the personal options. There could be a reaction on a larger scale"
"What do you mean?"
"Think Richter" she said, throwing her arms wide.
"Oh" he said, "where do you normally keep the Book?"
Cassie's face lit up, "oh my god, you're a genius" she ran by him, and up the stares. A few seconds later she orbed down with a really old looking book.
"Sam, this is The Book of Shadows. Book, this is Sam" she sat down, opened it and started flipping though pages.
Sam stared in awe, the literal definition of the word, at the book. He had been right, everything about it screamed power. Not good power, not evil power, just power.
"This must be what a Nexus feels like" Sam said, looking over her shoulder
"I have no idea" Cassie said, half listening, "I've never seen one"
"Never" Sam said, noticing how Cassie lingered on the truth spell.
"Never" she skipped over it and finally found the one she wanted.
"That's it" She said, writing it down on a random piece of paper
"I'm not sure about this," Sam said, "maybe people shouldn't have their memories forcibly removed"
"What have I told you about Foreshadowing Sam Winchester?"
"are you ready to die?" Krista asked when they arrived.
Sam jumped back, turning to glair at Cassie and yelled "you set me up? I trusted you!",
"She means me, you twit" Cassie said, glairing back.
"Why is she going to kill you?" He asked, the conversation with Dean, fresh in his mind.
"She's not killing me, I'm killing me." Cassie said, walking into the kitchen.
"Not yet, your not" Krista said, following "we still need to find the grave. We can't kill you without the grave thing"
Sam was confused. Cassie never seemed like the suicidal type, and Krista didn't seem like a Dr. Kevorkian, but here they were, talking about Killing Cass, like it was any other day. He shook his head and glanced around. Shayla was sitting on a really big, comfy chair, and cleaning a nasty looking gash along her ankle
"What happened to you?" he asked
"Some crazy ass ghost attacked me." She said, glairing at the kitchen, "and she won't heal me because they still need my blood . . . You aren't supposed to be here."
"Oh," Sam said, then walked into the kitchen. Cassie was eyeing a glass full of red liquid dubiously.
"That will stop your heart immediately" Krista said, nodding to the glass, "but you can be revived in four minuets before you suffer serious brain damage"
Cassie glanced up at her, "better have a stop watch"
"What's going on?" Sam demanded, confused.
Cassie's gaze shifted to him, "We found a way to kill a ghost without digging up the body"
"That's handy," he said, "it'll save time, too"
"This is a case where reading fine print is important" Krista said.
"You have to be on the same plane of existence when you say the spell" Cassie said.
Sam looked confused, "Same plane?"
"Yeah, the person saying the spell has to be dead." She put the glass down.
"now we need Shay-Lo's blood, and we need to get back to the manor" Krista said, walking into the Living room with a turkey baster. Cassie didn't follow.
"Hey, what are you doing with that?" Shayla's voice came
"Stay still" Krista commanded
"Should we help her?" Sam asked, Cassie looked at him
"Which one?"
Sam nodded, "Good point"
"Ouch!" Shayla yelled, and Krista walked back into the Kitchen, holding a bloody baster. She stuck it into the mercury and acid mixture
"Ready?" she asked, looking at both of them.
"How are we going to get there?" Sam asked, dreading the answer.
"Orbing of course." Krista said, way to happy.
Sam looked green.
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