~Chapter 25~
Dean woke up to the sound of typing. Groaning some, he sat up to see both Isabel and Sam sitting at the table typing away on their laptops.
"I guess no one sleeps in anymore," he muttered.
"Not with you snoring," Sam replied without looking up.
Dean shook his head and got up, noticing John wasn't in the room.
"He went to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Simon about what happened last night," Isabel told him, "And to ask Sarah if she remembers anything."
Dean nodded, getting up and walking over to the table with them. He sat down; rubbing his eyes, then put his chin in his hand, watching them work. Sam's eyes moved over the page he was reading, while Isabel started typing again.
"So… we find anything?"
"Not yet," she replied.
Dean glanced at Sam, then looked at Isabel, "You told him yet?"
"That your subtle way of telling me that if I haven't, you'll be telling him?" Isabel asked, watching him nod, "Yes, I told Sam about the vision."
"Freaky stuff," Sam piped up.
"Still don't know why she wants me. I didn't do anything to her… well, not yet," Dean slowly grinned.
Isabel looked over at Sam, who shrugged and replied, "Dean has this weird habit of making sexual jokes that make no sense what so ever."
"I am slowly learning this."
"I love you both too," Dean smirked, standing up.
He walked over to his pack and got out some clean clothes. Isabel and Sam kept on working on the laptops. Dean walked into the bathroom to change, coming out a few moments later.
"Did Dad find anything at all in his journal?"
"No. He took a break from it to go see the Simons. Why don't you start going through it from where he left off?" Sam suggested.
Dean nodded and grabbed the book, walking back to the table to sit with them. Isabel reached down to her backpack that sat at her foot and pulled out another book. It was worn and old looking. She leaned across the table and laid it near Dean.
"What's this?"
"It's an old book my Grandfather used to have," she explained, "He use to read me stories from it when I was little. It has all sorts of legends and myths in it. I figured maybe we might get blessed and find out what Meriska is in there, if nowhere else."
"Worth a look through at least," Sam nodded in agreement.
Dean nodded as well, and started to leaf through the book.
Hours past, soon it was dark and they continued to work with no luck at finding out what Meriska was. Isabel stopped and rested her eyes for a moment, while Dean and Sam still looked.
"This is getting annoying," Dean growled finally, setting down Isabel's book, "There is nothing in here or Dad's journal about that stupid b!tch. And we can't find anything on her on the Internet."
Isabel nodded some as she looked at Dean. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sam's face change from annoyed to interested. He put his hand up to his chin as he read whatever he had found. Dean looked over at Sam as well.
"What's up Sammy?"
"You guys said that she had a pointy tongue right?"
"Yeah."
Sam smiled, nodding some, "Found her."
Isabel and Dean leaned over to look at the laptop and saw three beautiful women standing next to each other. In their arms where victims: the two on the side held men, but the one in the middle held a little girl as well as a man. And they all had long pointy tongues.
"Blood-suckers," Sam began to read out loud, "The blood-suckers are humanlike on days. They like very pretty girls by day. They kill by sucking the blood of their victims, mostly their victimized husbands. Their tongue is hollow like a reed, but the blood-suckers are shorter than normal. The creatures tongue tapers to a needlepoint to stab the neck while in a seemingly embrace. She then sucks her lover's blood every night until he dies."
"Talk about S and M," Dean quipped.
"But it says their victims are their husbands. Why do they take little girls?"
"It says mostly their victimized husbands," Sam pointed out, "So that means it could take anyone really like a little girl or a…"
"A boyfriend," Isabel said suddenly, looking at Dean, "Or just a lover. And if Meriska is p!ssed at me and wants to get even, what is the best and cruelest way for a woman to hurt another woman?"
"Beats me," Dean answered.
"Stealing her man," Isabel stated simply.
Dean's eyes showed acknowledgement.
Sam looked between them, "Did I miss something that happened on that car ride the other day?"
"No Sammy, you didn't. But with how Isabel and I get along, anyone would mistake us for more than acquaintances."
"They would more than likely mistake us for a couple."
"Especially when we pretended to be married to get information the other day."
"And if Meriska has been watching us and is ticked off at Isabel, then yeah, she would want to take Dean and kill him," Sam said, "That is a good possibility."
Isabel nodded, "So what if Michelle was also one of the girls that Meriska wanted, but couldn't get? Going around and killing off all her lovers would make perfect sense."
"Then somehow trap her in her house and set fire to the place?" Dean asked.
Sam shrugged, "Might be or Michelle could have done it herself. Everyone man she ever loved died. That has to do something to ya."
"But then there are the girls. Why does she or them take the girls?"
"What if it has something to do with youth?" Dean suggested, "Maybe to fight against aging the Blood-suckers take the life blood of a young girl to keep them young and beautiful."
"Not a bad idea," Sam said as he started typing again, "Blood-suckers are women so by taking the blood of young girl, they could possible make themselves younger."
Isabel touched her book, "Like the story in here of the witch who drinks the souls of children to gain their youth for her to stay young and beautiful. The b!tches."
John walked back in at this moment. He looked at his sons and Isabel for a moment.
"Find anything?"
"She is a Blood-sucker," Sam replied, "We are still doing some research and are slowly piecing the puzzle together."
"And why it wants my oldest son?" John asked, giving Dean a hard look.
Dean glanced at Isabel; she looked back and shook her head some to tell him it was okay, "I told him what she said and about the vision I had Dean. It's cool."
"I don't find it cool," John stated crossing his arms, "Dean you should have told me last night what you heard her say."
"Sorry Dad, I was still a bit shaking by whatever the hell that thing did to me when it kissed me. I wasn't even for sure it had said what it said until Isabel told me last night about her vision."
"You still should have said something, we might have been able to find out more stuff by now instead of waiting!"
Isabel jumped, not expecting the yelling. But Dean and Sam didn't even flinch. That bothered her.
"Look Dad, we were tired and worn out last night. You know now and we have information about what the creature is. So why don't you get off my back and let me get back to doing my job, alright?" Dean said all this calmly.
John glared at him and started to walk over. Dean and Sam both got up.
"You talking back to me, boy?"
"No sir, I am just stating…"
"Be quiet. You should have told me what you knew," John said stepping up to Dean, then pointed to Isabel, "Have you gotten her to tell us why she is following us? No, you haven't. Yet you sit here, working and thinking everything is okay, instead of finding out who she is working for!"
Dean saw Isabel flinch again at John's shout and said calmly, "Dad, stop yelling."
"You are telling me what to do now?"
"Dad," Sam started.
"Stay out of this Sam."
"John, I think we all are hyped and we just need to sit down and calm down," Isabel said gently as she stood up.
John turned to her and gave her a frown, "I'll sit down, when you start answering questions."
"I can't answer anything yet," she replied with a matching frown, "And you should be ashamed of yourself for putting your boys down for not prying me into telling them what I cannot tell. We have a creature on the loose and all you can worry about is who I am. Haven't I proven that I'm not going to kill any of you in your sleep yet?"
John moved towards her, but Dean grabbed his arm.
"Let go of me, son."
Dean shook his head; "I can't do that, Dad, not until you calm down."
John suddenly pushed Dean back hard. Dean not expecting it stumbled and fell backwards, landing at the foot of a bed. Isabel ran over to Dean to help him up.
"Dad!" Sam shouted.
"You do what I tell you to do." John said harshly.
Dean slowly got up, shrugging Isabel off and glared at John, "F ck you."
John's eyebrows rose and he went towards Dean. Sam moved in between them.
"No! Stop it! Both of you! You're both acting like children and are scary Isabel," Sam stated, "We have to figure out a way to kill the damn Blood-sucker right now Dad, before it kills Sarah. Do you want that? Do you want that little girl's innocent blood on your hands?"
John looked Sam, then Dean, and lastly Isabel. She didn't look scared, but he too noticed that when he shouted at Dean, she jumped. But now, she looked ready to tear into him.
"Of course I don't," John finally said.
"Then will you stop being a self-centered f cking bastard and let us get back to our work?!"Isabel shouted the question at John, causing Dean and Sam to look at her.
"Don't you talk to me like that, girly."
"Don't you tell me what to do," Isabel said taking a step up to John.
"Isabel, stay out of this," Dean said grabbing her arm to pull her back.
Isabel pulled from him and turned to him, "No Dean, I won't. I heard what he said to both of you the other day and saw part of what he did to you by the house. That sh!t don't fly with me and I won't stand here and let anyone get away with it!"
"And who are you tell me how to raise my sons?"
Isabel turned to John, "They are grown men! They don't need you to raise them anymore!"
"Isabel," Sam said softly, "It's ok."
"Bullsh!t Sam!"
"Isabel!" Dean shouted.
"What?!"
"Just stop, okay?" He gave her a warning look.
"I would do what Dean is saying," John said.
Isabel turned to him, "Oh and why is that? What are you going to do to me? Yell at me? Make me feel worthless? Try to make me feel stupid because I'm not doing exactly what you want?"
Dean walked up and took a hold of Isabel's arm again, "We need to talk right now."
"Dean let her go."
Dean put his hand up to John, "Don't you start in on her. Yell at me all you want, but leave her out of this."
"Can't we all just relax?" Sam asked looking between all of them, feeling very strange for being a peacemaker for once.
"I told you don't be telling me what to do," John said bowing up some, "I am the father, you are the son."
"Right, you're yelling and I'm trying to stop it. Yep, you're the father alright."
"How dare you," John said gritting his teeth and walking up to them.
"You think you are big and bad, but you are nothing but a scared little man." Isabel stated with a glare at him.
John looked down at her, "Excuse me?"
"You screwed up while raising your boys and now you are paying for it. And you are trying so hard to keep them both under your thumb, but it isn't working to well is it? Sam always had a problem with how you were and Dean tried so hard to keep the peace and make life easier for you." She poked John in the chest when she said this.
John smacked Isabel's hand away. Dean's hand shot out to grab his father's.
"Don't you dare hit her again!" he shouted.
"Boy if you don't let go of my hand right now," John started with a warning look to Dean.
Dean cocked his eyebrow, "You're going to do what?"
"I'm going to show you who is in charge here!"
"Do you really think Mary would want you to be treating her sons like this?" Isabel asked suddenly.
John and Dean both glanced down at her. Sam stared at her in surprise.
"Well, do you?"
"Isabel, that's enough," Dean growled.
"Stop," John said.
"Stop? Oh no John, let's not stop. If you want all my past on the table, shouldn't you start putting yours out first?" Isabel questioned crossing her arm; "Let me make it really simple for you John. We have a job to do and if you so much as utter one wrong word to Dean or Sam that would cause them to even spend one second of not figuring out a way to kill Meriska, I will personal tear you a new one myself."
Sam, Dean, and John all stared at her in completely and utter shock.
"See John, doesn't feel so good being bullied does it? Now back off your boys, or you'll have to deal with me. I don't take to kindle to parents who think their children are their doormats to do to them what they will. Now, if you will excuse us, we have work to do."
John watched as Isabel took her sit again and started to look at stuff on her laptop. Sam glanced between his brother and dad before joining her. Dean gritted his teeth and grabbed his leather jacket, heading for the door.
"Where are you going?" John asked.
"Out." He said before slamming the door.
Isabel bit her lip before bouncing up and heading out after him. John and Sam exchanged looks.
"Nice going Dad," Sam said quietly and then shook his head, going back to his research.
John gave a heavy sigh and went back to his journal to look for anything he might be able to find on bloodsuckers.