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Chapter Twelve
3RD PERSON Point of View
The priest then knelt down to the ground and picked up the flowers that the brothers had discarded there before digging up the grave, brushing off the damp dirt and seeming to linger on the fine petals of the plant.
"Oh, my son."
After the priest had left they decided it would be best to leave the graveyard and head back to the motel.
They'd grab the bones and book the following night as they were far too tired to do it now and risk the witch putting up a fight.
Dean really hated witches.
Suze's Point of View
"I know it's late." Ugh, if you know it's late why are you calling Father D? I have a history test tomorrow. "I would have called earlier but I fell asleep in my office. With the Bishop coming and all…"
Ah yes, the Bishop. The old fart just loves to make Father D's life Hell.
I sigh as I run my fingers once again over the orchids Jesse gave me earlier when we went out for dinner. It's the same every time – a tradition and our own little secret. The older ones I always put on Jesse's grave in a way to give something back to him (without him knowing of course).
"It's ok, Father D. I'm often up at this hour, doing my duty with the dead and all." I rub my forehead. "I'll come to your office in the morning before class to discuss what we're going to do about those two crazy guys."
Father D sighed. "I just wanted to let you to know that I am very sorry about what happened earlier. If I had known that they were lying I would never have told them anything."
"It's really ok Father. I just hope Paul didn't say anything about Jesse." I sigh again. "What are you up to now?"
"I just thought I'd stop past Jesse's grave before I headed off to the rectory. Oh my!"
"What!? Father D? Are you alright?" What's wrong? Did he fall down? Is he having a heart attack? Is it raining? What?
"I'm fine, dear. It's just…his grave. It's been, oh Dear God, dug up."
"What!?" I almost scream, getting up off my bed where I was sitting and collecting the first items of clothing that came into my hands off the floor. "I'm coming over there right now!"
"No, no. We'll deal with it in the morning. There's nothing we can do now. Get some sleep. I'm sure everything will be ok."
"Are you sure? I mean is Jesse in danger? Are you?"
"Suze, is everything all right?" A small voice asks from my door.
Crap. I cover the mouth piece of the phone.
"Sorry David, I didn't mean to wake you." I then turn my attention back to Father D for a bit. "Look, I gotta go. I'll see you as soon as I can in the morning."
"Goodnight, Susannah."
"Night."
I hang up and turn to David who has walked closer to me while looking around my room as if he expects an axe wielding maniac to jump out at him at any moment. "Hey."
"Is something wrong? Are you in trouble?"
"Everything is fine. What are you doing up anyway?"
"I was doing a project?"
I raise my eyebrows. "At this time?"
He looked down guiltily. "I…I couldn't sleep. With those men…"
"Hey, hey! Everything will be fine."
"I'm just worried. What if they come after you?"
"I'll be fine. I can handle myself, remember?"
"But this is different! They are – "
"David!" I rub my temples. "It's late and I'm tired and I have a lot to deal with. Please, just leave it."
He looked skeptical but turned to leave, only hesitating at the door. "If you need anything just ask, ok Suze?"
He disappeared through the door and I turn to collapse on my bed, peeking at the flowers on my bedside table again and gaining comfort from their soothing sent.
Oh Jesse, what on earth is going on?
I pulled out my phone and looked through the proof that Jesse was alive. Even now I still needed assurance that this all just wasn't some dream. Did those men – because I knew it was them – find anything in Jesse's grave? Or was it empty? I assume it would be as his body was currently walking the earth, but it wasn't like I could check.
What were they doing?
I looked at the clock. 11:47pm. Great. I was aiming to get a little sleep before my test tomorrow. Guess that's now a lost cause.
Sighing I talk myself off my bed and onto the floor, reaching under my bed and go through my box for my shifting book. I already had a few protection sigils layered around the room (and the house) to keep out homicidal ghosts, but I decided I needed a few more in case any unexpected…live guests decided to turn up. I knew there wasn't many, but I knew there was at least one or two that I could use.
I also knew of someone who could help.
"Hey Paul," I say through the phone.
"Seriously?" he complains, sleepily.
"Wait, you actually sleep at night?"
"Ha ha, very funny. You come up with that just then or have you been waiting a while to use that?"
"Just then. Though, I really did think you wouldn't be asleep yet."
"Did you forget we have a hard ass test tomorrow?"
"Alas, I haven't." I sigh. "I'm sure you've been visited by two insanely tall men in suits and fake FBI badges?"
"They aren't that tall. You're just short. But yes."
My hand returns to my temples. "What did you tell them?"
"Nothing that they don't already know, or won't find out. Is that all?"
"No. I need a something that will tell me if they try and sneak into the house. They have already dug up Jesse's grave. I don't want those psychopaths in my house."
"Awww, is Suzie-Q scar – wait! They dug up his grave?"
"Yes. I don't want them around my family or in my house if I'm not in control of the situation. Now, tell me where to find what I need in this dusty old book you gave me then you can get back to your beauty sleep."
"Fine, there isn't many, but look at….ugh, it's too late for this….I just remembered it's not in that book. Just put a piece of carnelian in the north corner of every room in the house after cleansing it with…uh, myrrh I believe. Anybody that walks in that house you'll know about it."
"What the hell is a carnelian?
He hangs up.
"Thanks heaps, Satan."
I look briefly into what I found out to be a crystal used by the Egyptians in protection spells before deciding I would head out to the shops to get it tomorrow after school. I would most likely end up having a panic attack in the mall, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta to do. I could also get the myrrh from Father D tomorrow morning. I'm sure he has some lying around, right? It was something those wise men gave to Jesus, so a catholic priest should have some.
All well, I'll figure it out tomorrow.
Sleep here I come.
