I am so sorry for my accidental HIATUS I had a lot going on, namely my nan has been in hospital and it shook me up, I mean imagine telling a 15 year old (me) that without her quick thinking her grandmother would be dead. What a fucking great thing to say at the end of Easter, 'Well done you saved your nan, if it weren't for you she'd be dead'
Anyway here is No Exit, with the usual edits to fit Amelie
Review please, it would cheer me up lots
No Exit
The Roadhouse:
Amelie, Sam and Dean got out of the Impala after Dean parked in front of the Roadhouse.
'Los Angeles, California' Dean said as he shut his door.
'What's in L.A.?' Sam asked.
'Young girl's been kidnapped by an evil cult' Dean replied.
'Yeah? Girl got a name?' Amelie asked.
'Katie Holmes' Dean replied.
Sam started to laugh 'that's funny. And for you, so bitchy'.
From inside the roadhouse sounds of breaking glass and shouting voices were heard.
Amelie turned to Sam and Dean.
'Of course, on the other hand — catfight' Dean said.
They opened the door to the roadhouse and saw….
Ellen with a hunter in her grasp 'you think you can just get by me without paying. We'll you're gonna have to start running 'cause I'm gonna punch you into a world of pain'
Ellen glanced down at Amelie, Sam and Dean.
'Guys, bad time'.
'Yes, ma'am' Sam replied.
'Yeah, we rarely drink before ten anyway' Dean said.
The phone started ringing.
The hunter glared at it before walking out glared at it, then at Ellen, who stalked over to answer it.
'Harvelle's. Yeah, preacher' Ellen said into the receiver.
'Three weeks ago a young girl disappears from a Philadelphia apartment' Ellen said after she finished on the phone.
She shoved a folder over to Sam and Dean.
'Take it, it won't bite' Ellen said.
Amelie came over from the bar and handed Ellen a bottle of beer.
'Thanks'
'And this girl wasn't the first. Over the past eighty years six women have vanished. All from the same building, all young women. Only happens every decade or two so cops never eyeball the pattern. So we're either dealing with one very old serial killer, or —' Ellen said.
'Who put this together? Ash?' Dean asked.
'I did it myself' Ellen said.
Dean was impressed 'hmm'.
'I gotta admit. We hit the road for a lot less' Sam said.
'Good. You like the case so much, you take it' Ellen said.
Philadelphia - An apartment building:
'Why didn't Ellen want to take this case?' Sam asked.
'Well if something went wrong would you really let Ash take over the Roadhouse?' Amelie said.
'Good point' Sam said and pulled out his EMF reader as did Dean.
'You getting anything?' Dean asked.
'No, not yet'.
As Sam ran his reader over the light switch, it purred. He leaned over.
'What's that?' Sam said.
'What?' Amelie said.
Sam touched some of the goo he found 'holy crap' he whispered.
Dean and Amelie came over to Sam. Dean bent down and touched the goo.
'That's ectoplasm. Well, I think I know what we're dealing with here. It's the Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man' Dean said.
Sam and Amelie rolled their eyes 'Dean, I've only seen this stuff, like, twice. I mean, to make this stuff you have to be one majorly pissed off spirit' Sam said.
'All right, let's find this badass before he snags any more girls' Dean said.
They exited the apartment and walked down the hallway; hearing a voice, they hid around a corner. Dean frowned as he realized that a tall, large man had spotted them.
'What are you doing here?' the man asked.
Thinking fast Amelie said 'Ah, yes they said you'd be here'
'Who did'
'The estate agents of course! We, that is my boyfriend and best friend, decided that we should what the apartment looked like when we couldn't find you'
'How'd you get in?'
'Door was open' Dean said.
'Did you like it?'
'Heck yeah!' Amelie exclaimed.
'So, you're serious buyers?' the man asked, excitement in his voice. It was clear now that he was the landlord.
'Yes' Dean said and snuck his arm around Amelie's waist.
'It's just so convenient for us' Sam said.
'Yeah, it's a great building, fixed it up real nice. All the apartments come furnished, too' the landlord said.
'It is so spacious. You know, my friend told me I absolutely have to come check it out, and I have to admit, she was right. You did a really good job with this place' Amelie said.
'Now um' Amelie said and gestured to the landlord.
'Ed' he supplied.
'When did the last tenant move out?' Amelie asked.
'Oh, about a month ago. Cut and run, too. Stick me for the rent'.
'Well. Her loss, our gain!' Amelie said.
'Oh, sweetie' Dean said and smacked Amelie's ass.
Amelie pulled out a wad of cash and said to the landlord 'we'll take it'.
Inside the apartment
'This place was built in 1924. It was originally a warehouse, converted into apartments a few months ago' Amelie said from Ellen's notes.
'Yeah? What was here before 1924?' Dean asked.
'Nothing. Empty field' Amelie answered.
'So, most likely scenario, someone died bloody in the building, and now he's back and raising hell' Sam said.
'Ellen already checked. In the past eighty two years, zero violent deaths. Unless you count a janitor who slipped on a wet floor' Amelie said before turning to Dean 'would you sit down, please?'
Dean obliged 'so, have you checked police reports, county death records...'
'Obituaries, mortuary reports and seven other sources'.
'Okay. So, uh, it's something else, then. Maybe some kind of cursed object that brought a spirit with it' Sam said.
'Well, we've got to scan the whole building. Everywhere we can get to, right?' Amelie said.
'Right. So. You and me, we'll take the top two floors' Dean said.
'We'd move faster if we split up' Amelie said.
'Oh, this isn't negotiable' Dean smirked.
Apartment building later on that day
Amelie and Dean were walking down a dim hallway with EMF readers.
'So where do you want me to be for the spirit?'
'What?' Dean spluttered.
'Well we need to draw it out and it's the quickest way'.
'Oh' Dean said, it was obvious he didn't want Amelie getting hurt.
'What?'
'I'm so regretting this'.
'You know, I've had it up to here with your crap'.
'Excuse me?'
'Your chauvinist crap. You think women can't do the job, well let me tell you Dean I am perfectly capable of hunting spirits and you know it'.
'Sweetheart, this ain't gender studies. Women can do the job fine, but you? You do realise that the last time we fought a spirit it almost killed you'.
'You sound like my mom'.
'Oh, and that's a bad thing is it?'
They approached a grating near the floor. As Amelie stood in front of it, a dark hand slid through the holes toward her legs. She turned around, gasping.
'What?'
'I'm not sure'.
'You smell that?'
Amelie sniffed the air 'what is that, a gas leak?'
'No. Something else. I know it. I just can't put my finger on it'.
Amelie crouched by the grating; Dean's EMF reader purred.
'Mazel Tov. You just found a spirit'.
'It's inside the vent'.
Dean crouched beside her, shining his flashlight. He handed it to her.
'Here'.
He pulled out a screwdriver and unscrewed the grating, and pulled it off the wall.
'There's something in there. Here'.
He reached his arm inside, feeling around. He pulled his hand out, holding a clump of blond hair.
'Somebody's keeping souvenirs'.
Next day in the apartment
Sam was twisted up in a very awkward sleep-position on a leather sofa. Sirens sounded nearby and Sam woke up, groaning. Amelie was sitting at the table, twirling her knife and studying notes and blueprints.
'Morning, princess' she smirked.
'Where's Dean?'
'Went to get coffee' Amelie replied.
Sam got up slowly, grimacing.
'Ugh. My back. How'd you sleep on that big soft bed?' Sam asked and clicked his back.
'I didn't. Just been going over everything'.
'Do you know what's going on?'
'I think we established that yesterday Sam'
'I mean, do you know who this spirit is?'
'No, why?'
'Well I though with you being a demon you would know'
'Sam!' Amelie gasped and looked around, as though she thought Dean had heard, but that would be impossible for Dean was a couple of blocks away.
'Well do you?'
'No, why the hell could think that?'
Sam looked down at her, considering his answered. He then decided to place a bag onto the table and pull out a Bowie knife, unsnapped it from the sheath and hand it to her, hilt-first.
'Here'.
'What's this for?'
'Dean said he and you were fighting about you being bait'
'So?'
'This will work a hell of a lot better than that little pig-sticker you're twirling around'.
Amelie took the knife and examined it.
'I'm sorry, I should of assumed you would know' Sam said.
There were initials on the knife they said J.B.H
'Is this from Ellen's bag?'
'Yeah why?' Sam asked.
'J.B.H – Joanna Beth Harvelle, this is the knife that Will was gonna give their daughter'.
'Ellen had a daughter?'
'Yeah, Jo. She was a sweet kid'
'What happened to her?'
'Demon. Her dad was friends with John they both payed the price. Ellen was left, so that's why she don't go on hunts anymore'
Dean suddenly burst through the door.
'Where's the coffee?' Amelie asked.
'There are cops outside. Another girl disappeared' Dean replied.
Later
Sam and Amelie were studying the notes, a little more urgently than before when Dean returned, shutting the door.
'Teresa Ellis, Apartment 2F. Boyfriend reported her missing around dawn'.
'And her apartment?' Sam asked.
'Cracks all over the plaster, walls, ceiling. There was ectoplasm, too'.
'Well, between that and that tuft of hair I'd say this sucker's coming from the walls' Sam said.
'But who is it? Building's history is totally clean'.
'Well, maybe we're looking in the wrong place' Amelie said as she picked up a photograph.
'What do you mean?' Dean asked.
'Check this out'.
Sam looked over at the photo 'an empty field?'
'It's where this building was built. Take a look at the one next door. The windows'.
'Bars' Sam said.
'We're next door to a prison?' Dean said.
Amelie was on the phone to someone 'thanks, Ash. And if you breathe a word of this to Ellen... That's right. I will. With pliers'.
Amelie hung up the phone, it was obvious that Ellen hadn't been told that Amelie was going to be bait.
'Okay. Moyamensing prison. Built in 1835, torn down in 1963. And get this. They used to execute people by hanging them in the empty field next door'.
'Well, then, we need a list. All the people executed there'.
'Ash is already on it'.
Later
Sam was scrolling down a very long list of names on his laptop.
'A hundred fifty seven names?'
'We've gotta narrow that down' Dean said.
'Yeah' Sam said.
'Or else we're gonna be digging up a hell of a lot of stiffs' Dean smirked.
Sam scrolled down to the name Herman Webster Mudgett and clicked on it, frowning.
'Herman Webster Mudgett?' he said aloud.
'Yeah?' Dean said, looking up from his list.
'Wasn't that H. H. Holmes' real name?' Amelie said.
'You've gotta be kiddin' me' Dean said.
'Yep. Holmes was executed at Moyamensing, May 7, 1896' Sam said.
'H. H. Holmes himself. Come on, I mean, what are the odds?' Dean said.
'America's first serial killer, huh. That bastard, if one of those murderers came back it would be him wouldn't it' Amelie said.
'What?' Dean asked, eyebrows raised 'anyway, we smelled chloroform in the halls last night smelled in the hallway last night. At his place, cops found human remains, fragments, and long locks of bloody hair'.
'Ellen sure knows how to pick 'em' Amelie said.
'Well, we just find the bones, salt 'em and burn 'em, right?' Amelie said.
'Well, it's not that easy. His body is buried in town, but it's encased in a couple tons of concrete' Dean said.
'What? Why?' Amelie asked incredulously.
'The story goes that he didn't want anybody mutilating his corpse. 'Cause, you know, that's what he used to do' Dean said.
'You know somethin'. We might have an even bigger problem than that' Sam said.
'How does this get bigger?' Amelie asked.
'Holmes built an apartment building in Chicago. He called it the Murder Castle. The whole place was a death factory, they had, uh, trap doors, acid vats, quick line pits... he built these secret chambers inside the walls. He'd lock his victims in, keep them alive for days. Some he'd suffocate, others he'd let starve to death' Sam said.
'So Teresa could still be alive. She could be inside these walls' Amelie said.
'We need sledgehammers, crowbars. We've got to smash these walls, anywhere thick enough to hide a girl' Dean ordered.
In the building walls later that day
Dean and Amelie were squeezing through crawl-spaces inside the building walls. Amelie was on the phone.
'Okay. Call us after you check the southeast wall'.
She hung up and turned to Dean 'Sam's almost done with the first floor. Hasn't found jack squat either'.
'What is it?' Amelie asked as she looked at what Dean was looking at.
'It's too narrow. Can't go any further' he said.
'Let me see' Amelie said.
'What are you-'
Amelie squeezed past him.
'Ugh. Shoulda cleaned the pipes'.
'What?'
'I, uh, I wish the pipes were cleaner'.
'Shut up. I can fit in there'.
'You're not going in there by yourself'.
'You got a better idea?'
'You-'
'Uh-huh'.
She continued down the tight space past Dean. After she went out of sight, he called her on the phone.
'Where are you?'
'On the north wall'.
Amelie found an air duct and started climbing down it.
'I'm heading down some kind of air duct' Amelie replied.
'No, no, no, no, stay up here'.
'Look, we've gotta find this girl, don't we? I'm okay, I'm not some kind of kid, you know I'll be fine'.
Dean studied the blueprints 'all right. I'm heading to you'.
Amelie came out into a similar space on a lower level and pressed on. Goo started pouring out from the wall cracks.
'Oh god'.
Over the phone Dean said 'what is it? Am? AM!'
Amelie started screaming.
Dean ran down to the lower level, trying to hear where she was.
'AM!'
He took the sledgehammer he was carrying and smashed a large hole in the wall. He poked his head in and found where Amelie was, her cell phone was lying on the floor. Amelie was gone.
Dean rushed back up the hallway, and ran headlong into Sam.
'Whoa' Sam said, steadying Dean.
'He's got Am'.
'What? How'd that happen?'
'I wasn't with her, I left her alone. Damnit!'
'Hey, hey, look, we'll find her, all right?'
'Where?'
'Inside the walls'.
'We've been inside the walls all night. None of the other girls were there, she won't be either'.
In their apartment that night
'Look. We've just gotta take a beat and think about this. Maybe we got Holmes' M.O. wrong' Sam started.
'Yeah, well, we'd better friggin' think fast'.
Dean's cell started ringing, he answered it reluctantly.
'I wanna speak to Amelie' Ellen's voice sounded from Dean's phone.
'Why?' Dean asked, hoping to stop Ellen from finding out.
'No - Ash told me everything. Man's a genius, but he folds like a cheap suit. Now you put that girl on the phone'.
'She's gonna have to call you back, she's taking care of, uh, feminine business'.
'Yeah, right. Where is she? Where is she?'
'Look, it wasn't our fault and we'll get her back'.
'Get her back? Back from what?'
'The spirit we're hunting, it took her'.
'Oh my god'.
'She'll be okay, I promise, it's Amelie you know what she's like'.
'You promise. That is not the first time I've heard that from a Winchester'.
'What?'
'If anything happens to her...'
'It won't. I won't let it. Ellen, I'm sorry, I really am'.
'I'm taking the first flight out. I'll be there in a few hours'.
Ellen hung up leaving Dean with a shit we're screwed look on his face.
'Damnit!' he cursed.
'Don't beat yourself up, Dean. There's nothing you could have done' Sam said in the hopes to reassure Dean.
'Tell me you've got something' Dean said and ran his hands through his hair.
'Uh, maybe. Look. You look at the layout of the Holmes murder castle, there's all the torture chambers inside the walls, right?''
'Right'.
'But there's one we haven't considered yet. The one in this basement'.
'This building doesn't have a basement'.
'You're right, it doesn't. But I just noticed this. Beneath the foundation, it looks like part of an old sewer system that hasn't been used for —'
'Let's go'.
Dean quickly grabbed his jacket and books; Sam quickly followed.
A creepy looking sewer, the same night
Amelie woke with a gasp to find herself in a small, dark place, lying on her back. She still has her flashlight; she quickly shined it around to reveal a wall of wood a few inches above her face - it had long scratches gouged in it. She sobbed with a hand over her face, then collected herself. To her right was another wood panel with a slit; looking through it Amelie could see a larger, round chamber with similar compartments to the one she was in. Suddenly Amelie heard a noise.
'Hello?' she called out.
In another compartment a woman said 'is - is anybody there?'
'Your name's Teresa?' Amelie asked.
'Yes' Teresa replied.
'This won't make you feel better, but I'm here to rescue you'.
'Oh god. He's out there, he's gonna kill us!' Teresa panicked.
'No, he won't. We're getting out. My friends are looking for us, they'll find us' Amelie reassured.
Quiet footsteps fell nearby: the spirit was approaching them.
'Oh god, it's him!' Teresa panicked.
'Shh! Just be quiet!'
Teresa went quiet, as did Amelie.
Then a Creepy Hand burst through into Amelie's prison and grabbed her by the head. She screamed as it ripped off a chunk of her hair.
On a street in the early hours of the next day
Sam and Dean, with a metal detector and a shovel, respectively, were searching the streets of Philadelphia. They followed the trail into an open field until Sam stopped over one spot, the metal detector was whining.
'Here'.
Dean dropped his bag and started digging furiously. After some shovel work, they started to dig with their hands and uncovered a metal trap door, which they pulled open. Dean handed Sam a shotgun and took one for himself, and a flashlight, then started descending.
Sam followed.
In the creepy sewer prison
Amelie was kicking steadily and furiously on the wall of her wooden cell. She dropped back in exhaustion. She heard footsteps approaching and turned; a scraggly-bearded mouth appeared at the opening.
'You're so pretty. So beautiful' Holmes said.
'Go to hell!'
He reached his Creepy Hand through the opening and fondled her. She turned away and groaned in disgust and horror. Suddenly she turned, stabbing into the hand with her knife. The spirit fled, screaming.
'How do you like that? Pure iron, you creepy-ass son of a bitch!' Amelie screamed.
In the sewers
Dean and Sam crawled along on elbows and knees through the narrow sewer tunnels.
In the prison
Amelie lay very still, listening.
'Is he gone?' Teresa whispered.
'I don't know' Amelie replied.
He isn't. Holmes grabbed Amelie by the arm again, pulling her back, and clamped a hand down over her mouth.
'Shhh' Holmes whispered.
Amelie struggled, trying to scream but was gagged by Holmes' hand.
'Hey!' Dean called.
Dean fires his gun into Holmes' chest, sending him flying backward and out of sight.
'Am?'
'I'm here!' Amelie called.
Dean found an iron bar leaning against a wall and started to pry open Amelie's prison with it. Sam investigated the other compartments; one contains gruesome body parts.
He quickly found Teresa.
'We're gonna get you out of here, all right?' Sam assured.
'Sam!' Dean called and handed the bar to Sam.
'Hang on' Sam said to Teresa.
Dean opened the compartment, letting Amelie out 'you all right?'
'Been better. Let's get the hell out of here before he comes back'.
'Actually, I don't think you're leaving here just yet'.
'What?'
'Remember when I said you being bait was a bad plan? Now it's kind of the only one we got'.
He turned to Sam, who had an armful of terrified Teresa. He shrugged.
Later
Amelie was sitting alone, silently, in the middle of the chamber. Amelie wrapped her arms wrapped around her knees and started trembling, but was breathing deeply and steadily. Holmes appeared behind her. He walked forward.
When he got very close, almost touching:
Dean shouted 'NOW!'
Amelie dived forward as Sam and Dean fired at something on the walls; several bags unrolled and spilt salt in a perfect circle around Holmes, trapping him. Dean pulled Amelie to safety as Holmes circled, gibbering and screaming in terror.
'Scream all you want, you dick, but there's no way you're stepping over that salt!'
A grate slammed shut, sealing off the room.
On the street
Amelie and Sam were standing at the entrance to the sewers. And were looking down.
'Could you of got caught in the salt circle?'
'No'
'Why?'
'My necklace, it stops that sort of thing from happening'
'You wearing it now then?'
'Never go anywhere without it'
'What happens if you do?'
'As the demons say "little one" comes out'
'Why do they call you "little one"?'
'It's the demons joke, I was the youngest of my family, the youngest original hunter, the first hunter to die'
'You died?'
'A long time ago'
'What?'
Wanting to change the subject Amelie said 'Teresa's gonna live because of us. No matter how often I'm reminded of being a demon, I love that feeling you get when you save someone. It's good isn't it'
'Yeah. Yeah it is' Sam said.
'Hey, what if somebody finds that sewer down there, or a storm washes the salt away?' Amelie asked.
'Both very fine points. Which is why we're waiting here' Sam smiled.
'For what?'
The loud beeping of Large Truck Backing up could suddenly be heard. Sam smiled and looked over his shoulder: a cement mixer was backing into the field, stopping just over the sewer entrance. Dean was driving.
'For that'.
Sam waved at Dean to stop the truck.
'Whoa!' he said.
Dean got out of the cab; he and Sam set up the cement mixer right over the entrance.
'You ripped off a cement truck?' Amelie said.
'I'll give it back' Dean replied.
They watched the cement pour on down into the sewer.
'Well, that oughta keep him down there till hell freezes over' Amelie smirked.
On a Highway that night
The Impala zoomed quietly down a dark road. Dean was driving; Amelie in the seat behind him. Dean glanced nervously to his right; Amelie's eyes flickered to Dean. Sam was sitting next to Amelie, looking straight ahead at Ellen, who was staring at the road with a set jaw. Dean glanced at her again before he spoke.
'Boy, you, you really weren't kidding about flying out, were you?' Dean tried to joke.
Ellen gave no reaction whatsoever; Sam and Amelie exchanged a look.
'How about we listen to some music?' Dean said and flicked the radio on.
The song You're as cold as ice started playing. Ellen reached forward and flicked the radio off. Amelie and Sam exchanged another look, and Dean glanced back as if for assistance. He sighed.
'This is gonna be a long drive'.
At the Roadhouse the next day
Ellen stormed in, dragging Amelie by the elbow. Dean and Sam followed.
'Ellen? This is my fault. Okay? I told Amelie she should be bait'
'I need a moment with Amelie. Alone'.
Sam and Dean went outside.
'You're angry. I understand' Amelie started.
'Angry? Angry doesn't begin to touch it' Ellen said.
'Let's just think about this. Everything's okay, I'm alive...'
'Not after I'm through with you'.
'Is this about me being with Dean or being bait?'
'You let those boys use you as bait!'
'They were right there, backing me up the whole time'.
'You're trusting your life to them'.
'So? I trust them with my life'
'Like father, like sons, that is what I'm talking about'.
'John? You can't judge Sam and Dean on the actions of John. Give them a chance Ellen. They're different'.
'I know I'm…'
'Ellen, I know you were worried, and I'm sorry for making you so, but these boys? I am meant to protect them with every fibre of my being'.
'Just be careful okay?'
Outside the Roadhouse
Sam and Dean were leaning on the Impala when Amelie came out.
'You should know why Ellen's like that when I'm in danger and you're involved'.
'Why is she?' Sam asked.
'Her husband had a partner on his last hunt, the one where it was a bit too close to home, a bit to lose to where Jo was. Funny, he usually worked alone; this guy did too, but... I guess Will figured he could trust him. Mistake. Guy screwed up, got him and Jo killed, she considers me to be a daughter'.
'What does this have to do with why she hates—'
'It was John, Dean'.
'What?'
'Why do you think John never came back? Never told you about them? Because he couldn't look Ellen in the eye after that, that's why'.
'Am'.
We should... we should get out of here. Please, can we leave' Amelie said.