Dean sat in the Impala, waiting impatiently. He didn't want her to be in there all by herself when there is a damn spirit, gimgul; running around trying to possess her.
"How freaking long does it take to get some pencils?" he muttered looking at the store trying to see if he could see her.
He waited a few more minutes before heading in to the store to see what was taking so long to buy a some freaking drawing pencils. Dean went to open the door, but it was locked.
"Okay. This was unlocked a moment ago." Dean mumbled while scanning through the store.
He didn't see Charlie anywhere and most of the lights were turned off. He slipped around to the back ally behind the store and nothing seemed suspicious. Dean scanned the ally and looked up to the second floors of the other buildings scanning to see if anyone else was around. The only thing that posed a problem is the cars passing at the ends of the ally. He knelt down and pick-locked his way into the store. He looked around in the back storage area, but nothing seem to be unusual or out place for store. He moved to the front portion of the store and the only thing he found out of place was a pack of drawing pencils that was laying on the floor in front of the front counter.
"Son of a bitch. What the hell are you up to Arnie?" he growled as he made his way out of the store. Not bothered by locking it back up. He sped back to the motel. "Sam!" he yelled bursting through the door.
"What?" Sam asked taken off guard by his older brother's presence without Charlie and obviously by his mood. "Where's Charlie?"
"I don't know, but I think Arnie had something to do with it." Dean said as he paced around the motel room trying to think of where he could have taken her.
"Why would you think that?" Sam asked standing up, feeling antsy by his brother's restless pacing around.
"I took her to the Art Supply Store to get some new drawing pencils and I let her go in by herself!" he kicked one of the beds, but it did absolutely nothing to the bed. "I shouldn't have let her go in by herself!" Dean yelled this time punching the wall.
"Okay, Dean you need to calm down. What happened?" Sam asked calmly.
"I just freaking told you." Dean growled pacing around some more.
"Did you check out the store? I mean, how do you know it's Arnie?"
"Of course I did, but I had to slip in the back. The front door was locked, when Charlie had just used it a few minutes before. Yeah, that seems pretty freaking suspicious. The only thing I found out of place in the store was a pack of drawing pencils lying in front of the check out counter. And I think it's Arnie because I never saw anyone else in that store."
"Want to know how Fanny died?" Sam asked with a grim look.
"Sam!" Dean said about to punch him if he didn't just give him the information.
"Fanny died shortly after Peter was killed due to being depressed and catching an 'unknown sickness'." Sam explained.
"Where's she buried?" Dean asked quickly.
"She was cremated." Sam said not looking at his brother.
Dean made faces to hold back the foul curses and statements that he wanted to spit out at the room. "So where do we start looking for her?"
'You might want to ask Arnie. He lived around here all his life.' Charlie's voice repeated over in Dean's mind.
"Arnie. Charlie said he lived around here all his life. I'm betting he knows all about the ghosts. Damn, I should have listened to her." he stated through tight lips.
"I'll find out where Arnie lives." Sam said tapping away on his laptop with a purpose.
"Hurry up." Dean demanded.
Meanwhile At The Wentzel Household:
"So now that I have given you some time to think about it, are you ready to do what has to be done?" Joseph asked Dylan.
"Are you sure that is all I have to do?" Dylan asked worried.
"All you have to do is challenge him and kill him up at Piney Prospect." Joseph smiled knowing his plan was coming together perfectly and that they would never be together after this. This was their last chance.
"Are you sure that no one else will be hurt?" Dylan asked still worried.
"Do you need one last bit of a push to do this?" Joseph asked becoming irritated with being postponed due to this idiot.
"What do you…." he started to ask when Joseph stepped for resting his hand on his shoulder causing the jock to have a flashback.
Flashback:
Dylan saw himself or rather Joseph dressed in his outdated clothes walking down the small town's sidewalk that lead out of town. He was headed to his home, then he stopped and hid to the side when he heard Peter and Fanny, his love interest for the past few years; laughing to the summer afternoon air.
The happy couple stopped and gazed into each other's eyes. Both smiled adoringly at one another and weren't interested in anything else happening around them. They exchanged a few mushy-gushy lovey-dovey words to the other and continued down the sidewalk the same way Joseph was headed.
He followed them to Piney Prospect and watched as they shared most of the afternoon and night there. She sketched in her hard-covered drawing book, while he was her model to draw. She blushed and giggled at the funny faces and all the other silly things Peter had done to try and mess her up.
"Okay, I'm done." she smiled turning the book to show Peter as he came over to see. He sat down beside her on the large rock.
"It looks great." Peter praised her drawing of him with a quick kiss on the cheek.
"But it's nothing like the real deal." she blushed closing up her sketch book.
"Nothing could compare to me." he pulled his head back with a smile.
"You are too conceited, Mr. Dromgoole." Fanny said smacking his shoulder playfully.
"And you Miss Fanny are too pretty." Peter countered leaning in closely to her.
"Is that so?" she asked leaning back away from him a bit.
"Yes, too pretty for any other man." Peter smirked as he leaned over her and successfully giving her a soft, intimate kiss on the lips. Then gazed so lovingly into her eyes for a moment before pulling away.
"I wouldn't want any other man than Peter." Fanny smiled.
Present:
"She always turns us down, Dylan." Joseph said with anger clearly audible.
"I'll do it." Dylan agreed.
Joseph smiled a wicked smile as he stepped forward towards his doppelganger.
'Charlie.' a man's voice called out to her as she was still partially dazed.
She was starting to come to full consciousness. Her eyes were slightly opened and she could tell that there was a light source in the room, but she couldn't tell much else. Her head was spinning. Everything seemed to look as if she had her eyes crossed.
"Charlie." the man's voice said closer to her. Almost right in front of her.
She groaned as she lifted her head to see Arnie. She went to ask where she was and what happened, but she couldn't her mouth was gagged. So it came out muffled.
"Don't try to talk or scream. No one can hear you." Arnie said pulling a seat up in front of her. "I'm so sorry that I had to do this to you. But it's out of my hands. I would give anything for you not to have to do this. I know how much potential and promise you have to be a wonderful successful artist. Also I know how much you like that young man that looks like Peter."
Charlie was panicking trying to get herself loosened from the chair she was tied to. All the while screaming at the man she considered to be her friend, but alas it was muffled by the gag.
"Please stop wasting your energy in trying to scream at me and I will take the gag off of you, but you have to promise not to scream. My ears are quite sensitive these days. I will tell you everything. Or actually she will tell you everything." he looked over his left shoulder as Fanny appeared behind him.
"I will let you know what you have to do to protect your lover. I can promise you that if everything goes as we have planned everyone will live." Fanny said.
"Do you agree not to scream?" Arnie asked.
Charlie thought it over for a moment, looking over the two before her, and nodded.
"Alright then. Take the gag off of her." Fanny said to Arnie.
Arnie got up and untied the gag throwing it to the side. "Would you like something to drink, Charlie?"
"No." she replied calmly. Still shaken by all that has happened and being in the presence of the gimgul Fanny that wants to possess her.
"To the point then." Fanny said. "The three of you: Dylan, Dean, and yourself; being up at Piney Prospect has set a repeat into motion of what happened that day in 1833..." she paused swallowing the lump back in her throat. "…when Peter was killed by Joseph."
"So…"
"Let her finish Charlie." Arnie said.
"This is exactly what happened before to the other couples and every time it happened Peter is always killed. Thus pushing him further away from me in the planes of existence. I can't move on until I am reunited with Peter Dromgoole, the love of my life." Fanny explained.
"So what is this? You want to possess me to…do what?" Charlie asked.
"I do not want to possess you. The plan that me and Arnie have planned is that together me and you can stop this vicious cycle of heartache and misery by keeping Peter, or rather Dean; away from Joseph, or in today's generation Dylan. So that we can all move on to the other side. This is our last chance to get over to the other side. At least until I can find someone else to help me." Fanny explained further.
"What do you mean by that?" Charlie asked.
"Arnie here, he has been helping me all these years. By finding suitable loving couples much like yourself and Dean to right the wrongs." Fanny nodded. "But…" she started again, but Arnie cut her off.
"But I don't have much more time to live. I'm dying Charlie." Arnie explained with his eyes glimmering a bit, but no tears fell. "It's cancer. Doc told me I have maybe another three to four months to live."
"Arnie, I'm sor…" Charlie started with tears brimming.
"Arnie has known since the first couple." Fanny interrupted before it turned into a sappy teary moment.
"What exactly happened to the couples?" Charlie asked.
Fanny and Arnie looked at each other silently communicating with one another for a few moments.
"The other couples,…the males that were possessed by Joseph always killed the other male that was possessed by Peter and we had them cremated. Those that were possessed by Joseph lived through the possession, but then committed suicide knowing that they killed someone else and in turn the woman they tried to fight to the death for. The females… would kill themselves by jumping over the hill." Arnie explained remembering the horrific sights he had seen over the past 60 years.
"Did you kill yourself?" Charlie asked turning to Fanny.
"…Yes. I did." Fanny said ashamed.
"Why? I mean, I know losing someone is hard, but…" Charlie started.
"Do you know what it's like to lose the love of your life?" Fanny snapped.
Charlie knew what it was like to lose a loved one, but she hasn't found the love of her life…yet. "…No."
"That is why I do not want to possess you. If I do,… you would kill yourself. It took me 172 years to finally realize that if I possessed the female lover they would commit suicide. Just like I did. Over their extreme loss because of my extreme loss." Fanny explained regrettably. "To right the wrongs I am not possessing you, but rather I am going to tell you what to do."
"Okay, so how long do we have to keep Dean and Dylan apart?"
"Until the setting sun of the day they are both possessed." Fanny explained. "Which if Peter and Joseph are doing as they've done in the past should be tonight."
"I'll help you." Charlie agreed. "Now untie me so I can keep Dean and Dylan apart."
Dean and Sam found Arnie's address and headed over to the small house in Chapel Hill, but when they got there no one was around. Sam asked the neighbors that were trimming the hedges in their yard about him. They said that they haven't seen him since he left for work in the morning, but that isn't unusual. Seeing as how Arnie usually returns home around 9:00.
"Arnie has to be working with the gimgul or something. He must be some kind of demon or…I don't know." Dean said kicking the Impala's tire. Any other time he would have never done that, but now he was too worried about Charlie.
"Hey. If Fanny wants to possess Charlie or if she already has, where do you think they'd be?" Sam asked Dean before they both got back into the Impala.
Dean thought for a moment, "…Piney Prospect." he answered in realization.
"Yeah, that's what I assuming."
"Get in." Dean ordered and they raced to the other side of town. Hoping to save Charlie.