"You think? He said flustered. Either you did your you didn't. Tell me you didn't kill them boys Missy."
"They look dead, but there aint no reason they should be. Maybe I'd best put a match to this place and move on to getting you out of there. I was gonna keep one Lee, the first one. He had a liking for me I know it. He was real pretty too. I could keep a part of him. Maybe I will. Keep him with me always."
Sam cringed at the thought of what parts Missy planned to carve off of him. To keep him she would have to get close enough to cut him. He could reach that shovel through the bars even if she ended up locked in with him. It would be easy enough to punch a hole through the ceiling, then he could get Dean out. Maybe, just maybe he would send help for Missy in a few days.
"Listen Missy, dont do anything rash. Tell me what you done."
"Well right now, I need to see who's game we're playing. Mine, or theirs."
Sam saw her pull a pistol out of her pocket just a second before he felt his back and side pierced with something sharp. He jerked and looked toward Dean who had three tranquilizer darts in his upper arm. Dean briefly opened his eyes and looked at Sam.
"Brilliant plan college boy." He said before heading back into unconsciousness.
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"Melissa. Why are you talking like that. You learned to talk like a real educated lady. Now you sound like you never got off the farm. We was proud of you getting an education. You was smarter than the rest of them, got through in a spit of time. What is going on in your head girl? You coulda gone out and lived your life for the three of us. Now look what you done. "
"I dont know what youre talking about, I never..." She thought for a second, yes,yes she did go to school. "I haven't... " She remembered the lecture halls, the manicured grounds of the college...a free ride. She had a free ride and she loved it. Wait...she tried to sort it out and pieces fell into place. Oh my God. Why is there a gun in my hand, she thought as looked at it and turned it over in her hands.
Her voice and manor changed dramatically. She stood and began to pull the tangles out of her hair, and looked down in confusion at her tan rumpled dress.
"What does that have to do with anything Lee. I am not a regular person. Think about it. I dont fit. I am not sure I even want to fit. I want what they took from me. I want my family back."
"Did you know, I got hurt at school, I fell backward off a balcony. It wasn't a long fall but I was knocked out. At the hospital they asked for an emergency number...I didn't have one. They asked for a next of kin, NO ONE!.. I HAVE NO ONE! But I did. I had you and Daddy and our brother. Now I have …..."
"This has all gotten way out of hand. I'm not sure how they... Oh God, what if they're dead? Did I do this? Oh my God I did!"
"Whats going on Lee, I dont understand." She dropped the pistol and staggered back away from it. The smell in the basement struck her for the first time and she turned her face away from it. She spun and ran up the bulkhead and shielded her eyes from the day light. The brightness screamed accusingly at her.
She looked at the house. It wasn't their farm. It was a tidy saltbox with a red fence and vinyl siding. An elderly neighbor looked up and waved.
"Afternoon Melissa!" He shouted with a smile.
"Afternoon to you Mr Jenkins." she said out of habit. Yes she knew him. This was her house. Something was very wrong.
She looked down at the cell phone and placed it to her ear. "Hello?" she said confused.
"Are you alright girl? Lee said.
"Yes, of course I am." She wasn't. "I'll take care of this, its OK."
She hung up the cell and burst into her front door. She was back in time. The room was out of her past. She walked to the Victrola and cranked it. She put the needle to the record and let the sound surround her. A feeling of calm descended on her .She looked at the cell and dropped it on the floor. She crushed it under her heel. That took care of that.
All her thoughts sifted back into place, but she was so tired. She curled up on the couch and closed her eyes. She would sort this all out if she could just get a few hours sleep. That's the ticket, just a little rest, but she would have to be up before Daddy got back. She would rest for a minute. Just a minute.
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Lee Bender looked at the chaplain's cell phone and shook his head. His beautiful smart sister had taken a dark road. He could tell someone that the Winchesters were held at his sister's house in Spartanburg SC, but according to the media they were already dead. They had filmed a killing spree maybe worse than his family had done. Evil was inside those boys, he saw it in their eyes on the news.
He could tell the minister, but then they would go after her and find God knows what. Maybe they weren't even there. He prayed in his heart they weren't there.
Did he want her arrested? If they were still alive was it a sin to protect her? He didn't know what to do. He had an opportunity to leave the prison. It was unheard of for super max prisoners. He had volunteered at a soup kitchen several times now and helped at the church. He had been well guarded, but now they knew him. He was going to ask her to meet him there so he could share his news, but he knew now it was never going to happen.
He was going to tell his sister he had met a fine woman. Sally Darnelle. She had been writing to him for years, and he had gathered the courage to ask for her hand. He knew he was unworthy, but she had accepted him. It was so much more than he deserved. All these years, the perfect prisoner to earn those few hours a month in the sun. He praised God for the blessings he had been offered.
He had to pray on this. He had so much to lose. He rang for the guard to take him back to his cell. Yes, he would pray, and maybe try to reason with his sister again. He needed an answer and God would provide.