Sam, Dean, Charlie, and Neal got back to the Winchesters motel room around ten that night. They were all seated around the dinette table with something to drink.
"You said you'd explain what you do? So…" Neal started to ask.
"We hunt ghosts, monsters, and other supposedly fabled creatures. Your worst nightmares, all of 'em are real. Of course Big Foot's a hoax." Dean said seriously, then cracked a smirk.
"So are you like the Ghost Hunters?" Neal asked and the boys gave him a blank stare. "You know,…" he motioned with his hand to the television, "T.A.P.S., The Atlantic Paranormal Society?"
Sam and Dean looked at each other confused, "Uhh,…"
"Do you take cameras, EMF, EVP, and other equipment to catch glimpses of the paranormal to have proof to show others? And maybe help people with their haunted homes? Or just to prove once and for all that a certain place is haunted for real?" Charlie asked annoyed with having to actually explain it to the brothers.
"We use EMF and EVP, but we don't use it to have proof to show others. We use them to verify that something is there so we can get rid of whatever spirit is there." Sam clarified.
Charlie and Neal looked at each other, "Get rid of it?" they both asked shocked.
"Yeah, except most of the ghosts we hunt down aren't like Casper, the friendly ghost. Rather their more like poltergeists." Dean enlightened the two. "And yeah, we help people. A lot of people. It's the family business: saving people, hunting things."
"Well, I'd love to stick around longer, but my grandparents are coming back tonight from their vacation and I promised them I'd be there to greet them when they get back. You got my number, give me a call if you need anything else and if it's not a problem I'd still love to help with whatever is going on around here. I mean, how many chances in my life am I going to get to get rid of a ghost. With real life ghost hunters." he exclaimed completely thrilled by the idea and started to leave.
"We just prefer to be called hunters." Dean said turning in his seat to face Neal with an annoyed smile. "Since we go after things other than just ghosts."
"Alright, with real life hunters. That sounds so cool." he said closing the door behind him.
"Uhh, I think I'll get started on looking through this book." Sam stated going over to one of the two beds in the room with the leather bound book they borrowed from the castle.
"How do you do it?" Charlie asked after a few minutes while spinning her soda bottle around in her hands.
"Do what exactly?" Dean leaned forward onto the table.
"Get rid of ghosts? Hunt…nightmares down?" she asked looking up at him and saw in a quick montage playing over and over in her head Peter die again and again; so she again looked down at her drink. "Do you talk to them and make them crossover or something? Like the Ghost Whisperer?"
"No, not at all." Dean laughed. "Most ghosts we deal with are poltergeists, so we usually end up having to salt and burn the corpse."
"What?" Charlie asked raising an eyebrow at him.
"Salt and burn the corpse." he smiled.
Charlie opened her mouth and closed it in complete shock. "So you…dig up graves then too?" she finally asked.
Dean held back a chuckle at her innocence to the hunting world, "Yeah. It's a very freaking glamorous process too."
"What about the smell? I mean,…" Charlie started, but Dean cut her off.
"The smell is…okay. You get used to it after a while. To newbies though,…" he nodded, "it's pretty unbearable." Dean looked over to Sam, "He still gets sick every once and a while." he smiled at Sam when he looked up from the book giving his older brother a very confused and lost look. Dean looked back to Charlie, "So let's get to the reason as to why you're here. I know you saw something. Spill."
Charlie leaned back in her seat uncomfortable with being asked to talk about something she herself barely believed happened.
"Like I said me and Sam can help you, but first we gotta know what you saw… Let me put that better, what you think you saw." Dean added looking directly at her.
"Fanny." was Charlie's simple answer.
Dean quickly glanced over to Sam and back at Charlie, "…What did she look like?" he asked thinking that maybe he already knew what she was going to say as her answer.
"She,…she looks,…looked like me. And,…and Peter looked like you." she managed over her nervousness. "And Joseph looks like Dylan."
Dean walked over to Sam's neat pile of research papers and rustled around with them for a few moments. Then when he found the picture they had photocopied at the Wilson Library, he headed back over to the table and handed the photo to Charlie. "Is that Fanny and Peter? And this guy back here Joseph?" he asked once again sitting down in his seat.
Charlie looked at the photo and instantly recognized it from her flashback earlier in the day. "So I'm not going crazy then?" she looked up at Dean.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked again leaning forward onto the table not yet knowing of her flashbacks.
"Earlier at the restaurant before I freaked out, I had a flashback or…some sort of vision of Fanny and Peter's first meeting, their romance, and…" she trailed off seeing the vision of Peter dying again playing over in her mind.
"And what?" Dean asked pushing for more information.
Charlie looked at Dean and saw the look of wanting to know so that he could help her. "I saw how Peter died…and I saw Fanny. At the restaurant and up at Piney Prospect before I fainted, but I thought I was just seeing things." her voice strained a bit.
Sam heard this and joined the conversation from where he sat on the bed. "Did Fanny say anything to you?"
"She said, 'Together we have to stop this vicious cycle to right the wrongs.'" Charlie quoted Fanny's words.
"What vicious cycle?" Sam asked becoming intrigued after sharing a look with Dean.
"I don't know." Charlie said raising her voice a bit annoyed with having to answer questions about something she knew very little of.
"Right the wrongs." Sam repeated to himself. "That sounds familiar." Then pulled his laptop out of it's case.
"Is there anything else that you remember?" Dean asked as Sam tapped away on the laptop's keys.
"Uhh,…Dylan…or Joseph was really jealous of Peter, but other than that…nothing that I know of." she sighed, then sipped her drink. "So why are you in town anyway? Is there a ghost around? Except for Fanny?"
"Well, Sam there found a case for us to work here in this little town. It seems that over the past 60 years 5 couples have gone missing and we heard about the legend of Peter Dromgoole. Somehow we think that the missing couples and the legend of Peter,… now I am thinking we can throw Fanny into the mix; but we think that they are related in some way or at least intertwined." Dean explained and quickly ran his hand through his short darkish blond hair.
"So can I go back to my dorm now? Since I told you everything?" Charlie asked seeing as how she was getting sleepy. It's been a long, long day that started with her being tired waking up to Macy dancing to that stupid Barbie song.
"No, you're staying here." Dean said matter of factly.
Charlie's head shot up and glared at Dean sitting across the table from her. "And why is that?"
"Because if your anywhere else we can't protect you." he smirked.
"I'll take my chances." she smirked back and headed for the door.
Dean stood up and blocked her way. "I can't let you leave."
"Why?" Charlie countered crossing her arms and popping her hip.
He rolled his eyes, "I already told you why."
"Okay, why if I go anywhere else can't you protect me?" Charlie asked.
"Because you won't be here." Dean said pointed to the floor. "Here you are completely safe."
Charlie grunted in frustration, "Why and how if I'm here, am I completely safe?"
"A ghost can't get in here." Sam said trying to put an end to their bickering. "Because of the salt lines we have set up there around the doorway and along the window sills."
"Salt lines? What the hell will that do?" Charlie asked turning to face Sam.
"Ghosts can't pass the salt lines." Dean answered annoyed.
"I wasn't asking you." she glared at Dean, then turned back to Sam. "So…I have to stay here because of a damn ghost?"
"Yeah." Sam nodded and looked back to his laptop sitting on his lap.
"Great." Charlie sighed flopping down on the other bed.
"Did you find anything Sam?"
"Yep, just found something. I knew that phrase: 'right the wrongs' was familiar and as I suspected,… It indicates that…" he looked over at Charlie.
"Sam just get to the point." Dean said sitting back at the dinette table.
"Fanny is a gimgul." Sam stated.
"Gimghoul? She couldn't have been part of the Order. She's a woman." Charlie sat up looking confused between the two brothers.
"No, not like that. A gimgul, spelled G-I-M-G-U-L. It's the soul of a dead person that passes into another living body to assume a new existence and atone for past sins." Sam clarified what he meant.
"So Fanny is trying to possess her?" Dean asked referencing the young girl sitting on his bed. 'She's on my bed…Dean!' he forced himself to look away from the hot chick on his bed to his geek brother.
"That's what I'm starting to think. You said you saw her right?" Sam asked looking over at her. 'The hair fits her tough attitude. Hmmm, it looks pretty good too.'
"Yeah, each time I fainted was because she touched my shoulder. Gimgul?" she asked to be sure. "That sounds made up. What is she even trying to atone for anyway?"
"Yeah, another word for it is reincarnation. Gimgul literally means 'cycle of souls'. You see some events are determined by our past, others are ordained to prepare us for the future, and between these is the space for human free will. Or at least that's what goes along with the belief of reincarnation." Sam explained. "And I think that maybe she might blame herself for Peter's death. Thus calling herself a murderer? I don't know really."
"Wouldn't that mean that I would have had to have been possessed all my life?" Charlie asked utterly confused after a moment or two.
"No. The world of the supernatural or monsters…or whatever you want to call it, they don't exactly play by strict rules. They change to whatever fits their…motive." Sam shrugged. "So I'm thinking that…well I don't have anything right now. Give me a few hours and I might have something."
"What about the book? Find anything on the rituals?" Dean asked picking up the old leather bound book and flipping through it carefully.
"I got to the 1930's and that's when I switched gears to looking up on what's going on with Charlie." Sam said annoyance clearly discernible in his voice towards not finding much in the book.
"Did you find anything?" Dean asked agitated.
"No, I haven't found anything yet." Sam replied and ignored his brother as he again tapped away on his computer's keys.
Charlie's phone rang. "Hello?" she answered without looking at the screen for a name.
"Charlie where are you?" Macy asked worry easily readable in her voice.
"I'm with Sam and Dean. I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. I'll be back tomorrow morning." Charlie said and quickly hung up not wanting to go into too much detail.
She laid back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. Eventually she decided to count the ceiling tiles. She got to 47 when she got confused and started over again. On the second attempt she got to 62 when she again got confused. Occasionally Sam would shift his position on the bed or Dean would pace around a bit with the book in his hands before sitting back down at the table.
"So who's sleeping where?" she asked sitting up and looking between the brothers after a couple of hours, making it technically early Monday morning. "Because I am not sharing a bed with either of you two."
Sam looked to Dean, who had a smirk on his face. A smirk that was reserved for the women he hit on. "Uhh, you can have one of the beds and one of us will take the floor." Sam ended looking over at Dean while he, himself got comfortable on the bed he was sitting on.
Only Dean's eyes moved to glare at his younger brother, then smirked as he looked back over at Charlie. "Don't be so distrusting." He couldn't help himself from eyeing her up. It's typical Dean Winchester.
Charlie glared at him bored, "And why should I trust you, when your eyes clearly tell me that you're not being trustworthy tonight."
"Eyes don't tell you much. Lips however…" he sucked in his breath, "tell a whole different story." He licked his lips.
'Damn, he knows what he's doing! He knows how to make a girl…' she thought to herself and mentally slapped herself back to reality. "And you already told me a lie…or maybe more. So I don't believe a word coming out of your mouth." she smirked slipping off her sneakers and sliding underneath the blankets all the while still glaring at him. "If you even think about getting into this bed, I will hurt you so bad you won't remember your name. That goes for you too, Sam. Understood?"
"Yeah." Sam nodded as Dean rolled his eyes and looked back at the leather bound book.
Charlie turned over and quickly fell asleep. About a half hour later Sam went to sleep and Dean grabbed some extra blankets and a pillow from the linen closet in their room to sleep on the floor.