Chapter 12:
Dean looked at Clare. It was obvious she was in a trance. He didn't dare speak.
He looked at Abby he knew there was something she was hiding. Why had Sam seen Jess? As far as he knew Jess had never been to this hotel in her life. It seemed strange that Sam's head had hurt just as he'd seen her again.
He was beginning to feel a headache form behind his eyes.
Running a hand through his short spiky hair he started as Clare's voice pushed away his thoughts. Her face looked frantic.
She'd been in a quick trance checking the hotel for signs in the building and had found a large vibe surrounding the poltergeists, 'I hate to just jump in but it looks like tonight is the night we will have to get started. The vibes have changed. They know what we are planning. I guess we'll be in for some rough times.'
She opened her bag and pulled out her shotgun. 'You guys got some extra cartridges?'
She watched as the gun wavered in front of her eyes. She'd never seen one so close before. 'What are you planning on doing?'
Abby asked as she jumped to her feet and headed to the door slowly, 'Please don't tell me you are going to shoot that at spirits?'
Sniggering Clare shook her head. She put the gun down on to the bed, 'No honey don't worry. We'll be shooting salt well rock salt to be exact. It dissipates spirits.'
She didn't look any more relieved.
Sam stood and moved towards her. 'Abby don't worry. Honestly we've just got to make sure you, Pete and your guests are all safe.' She moved closer to him. Being near to him made things easier to bear.
'Look we've got to get everybody out of here. Oh and do you mind about your dry walls possibly being slightly damaged?'
Abby shook her head, 'I hate the paint scheme anyway.' Her smile was tight but she seemed less apprehensive.
Grabbing his duffel bag Dean threw some of the gris gris bags to Clare, 'Guess you didn't have the chance to make some up.'
The little black bags fitted easily into her jacket. 'Thanks. You definitely learnt from the best to make them up.'
Smiling he nodded to Sam, 'Look can you get Pete to help you with the rest of the guests. These things can get a little crazy.'
Abby looked at Sam then back at Dean. From all that she had gathered she didn't want to leave. She had to know if it was true, 'I'm not going anywhere. I need to know…' Know what? She thought. Well maybe that she wasn't crazy or if her friend was or wasn't angry with her over Pete.
'Know what? About your friend Hannah?' Abby's face paled instantly and a look of puzzlement flittered across her face at Clare's sudden smile, 'Remember I'm a psychic.'
Feeling the door handle against her back she didn't know whether to run away but Sam's big eyes were making her feel as though she should trust these people with her story. They were so big and beautiful and sincere.
Staring straight at Sam he felt her open up. Her body was tensed and suddenly as he moved towards her she relaxed, 'My friend Hannah was Pete's ex.'
She smiled slightly as she heard Dean mutter a soft, "Awkward."
'Yeah it was a little.' Shifting uncomfortably she felt the warmth of the door against her back, 'I introduced them at a party even though I liked him I just let them be. She was my best friend and they were so good together.'
Closing her eyes she could see them together. Her friend was attractive with her gorgeous deep chestnut brown hair and big brown eyes.
She always looked pale in comparison so as soon as Pete saw her he was bound to of been infatuated. 'I just didn't want to say anything plus they were happy. She died in a car accident. Pete and I met up every now and then to talk about her and we just chatted and then after four years we got together.'
Self consciously she twisted her wedding ring on her hand, 'We just decided to move away from home and start afresh. I thought I would be free from seeing her face so often.'
Wiping a hand across her face she realised that doing that wasn't making a blind bit of difference. Her face was streaming with sweat and so were her hands. ' I've seen her here. She's not even been here and now she's around all the time.'
She felt warm arms around her. She hadn't realised that she had slipped so far down the door until those arms encased her holding her keeping her safe and together.
Whoever it was smelt amazing and their arms were so soft she took a deep breath of Sam. She knew who it was from being so close before.
Sinking into them she felt tears stream from her eyes as her words slurred as she spoke, 'I just want to know what she wants.'
Shushing her, the arms tightened around her she heard Clare speak, 'We will find that out. I know she wants to talk to you.'
Picking up his gun and the few gris gris bag Dean nodded, 'Now we've got work to do.'
