Long Distance Call Part 2

Dean pulled up and got out. He grabbed his weapon's bag from the trunk, looked around and moved toward a house.

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"Listen to us." Sam said. "Don't answer the phone. Don't use the computer. Don't do anything unless we say so, all right?"

Sam and Angela started down the stairs and realized Lanie wasn't following.

"Lanie." Angela said.

She stood in the doorway. "Where's Simon?"

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Dean entered quietly and moved down the hallway, listening. A floorboard creaked on the second floor.

"Hello?" Dean asked.

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Dean dropped a rosary into a large bottle of water. He was shaking a paint can and sprayed a devil's trap on the floor.

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Simon kept walking across the next road. A large truck barreled toward him. In the cab the driver glanced away from the road to check the delivery list. He looked back to see Simon in front of him. The truck horn blared and tried to squeal. Simon seemed to be awakened and threw his hands up to protect himself. Sam rushed to the road, grabbed Simon and dived for the verge. They lied panting as the truck roared past. Angela was holing Lanie back.

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Sam was on the phone, which was on speaker. "Dean, it's not Dad."

"Then what is it?"

"A crocotta." Angela replied.

"Is that a sandwich?" Dean asked.

"Some kind of scavenger." She replied. "Mimics loved ones, whispers 'Come to me', then lures you into the dark and swallows your soul."

"A crocotta, right, damn that makes sense." Dean said.

"Dean, look, I'm sorry man, I know…" Sam started.

"Hey, don't these things live in filth?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Angela said.

"Guys, the flies at the phone company." Dean said.

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Sam and Angela crept along an alley and peaked in a window at Stewie, sitting at his console. They were distracted by a banging noise. When they looked back Stewie was leaving the room. Sam and Angela ran back up the alley.

Stewie was leaving the building. Sam and Angela hid behind a van, Sam holding his phone to his ear.

"This is Herman Munster. Leave a message." Dean's voicemail said.

"Dean, we're in the parking lot. He's here. Hurry." Sam said.

Stewie unlocked his car. Sam and Angela rushed him, pushing him into the car and Angela held a metal spike to the back of his neck.

Stewie grunted. "What the hell!"

"We know what you are." Sam said.

"Wait, mister." Stewie said.

"And we know how to kill you." Angela whispered.

"Please. Okay, wait, wait." Stewie replied. "If we're overcharging you for the call waiting or something I… I can fix that. I am your friend!"

Sam and Angela looked confused.

"Please. Please just don't kill me!"

The manager from earlier snuck up behind Sam and Angela.

"Don't kill me, please!" Stewie cried.

The manager hit Sam over the head with a bat, doing the same to Angela. They slumped to the ground.

Stewie turned around, saw the manager, grinned and started bouncing up and down. "Yeah! That's what happens when you mess with the phone company, dillweed!" he exclaimed. "Thank you, Clark!" he said to his manager.

Clark lifted the bat again. "Forget about it."

"Clark?"

Clark smashed Stewie with the bat.

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Stewie, Sam and Angela were tied to chairs.

Stewie was sniveling. "I'm sorry, Clark. I'm sorry for whatever I did to you. I'm sorry…please…"

Sam was coming to. "Wait! Don't do it."

"You're awake." Clark said to Sam.

Clark leaned over Stewie and placed the tip of the knife against his thigh.

"You're not a killer Clark, no!" Stewie exclaimed. "There's a good man inside of you, I know it."

"What do you think, Sammy, Angie, am I good man?" Clark asked.

"Just let him go." Angela said.

"I would. I really would. If only I'd had more than a salad for lunch. You see, I'm starving."

He lifted the knife high above his head and plunged it into Stewie's chest.

"No!" Sam and Angela yelled.

Clark moved in front of Stewie's body. His mouth opened, revealing a blood red interior and razor sharp spikes. He crouched slightly, held Stewie by both shoulders and unhinged his jaw, his mouth becoming impossibly wide. He placed his mouth close to Stewie's face and sucked in his energy. Sam and Angela shuddered and looked away.

Clark stood, wiping his mouth.

"Our last call with Dean." Sam said. "That was you. You led us here."

"Some calls I make, some calls I take, but you have to admit, I had you fooled for a while. All that Edison phone crap."

Clark laughed and moved over to the telephone exchange cabinet. He placed his hands against the glass and leaned back in ecstasy.

"What are you doing?" Angela asked.

"I'm killing Dean. Or maybe I'm killing another guy." Clark replied. "We'll just have to see how it goes."

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Clark pulled the knife out of Stewie's chest.

"You know, mimicking Dean's one thing." Sam said. "But my Dad. That's a hell of a trick."

"Well once I made you three as hunters, it was easy." Clark replied. "I found Angie's number, Dean's number, then your number, then your father's numbers. Then emails, voicemails, everything. You see, people think that stuff just gets erased, but it doesn't. You'd be surprised how much of yourself is just floating out there, waiting to be plucked."

"Dean's not going to fall for this." Angela replied. "He's not going to kill that guy."

"Then the guy kills him." Clark replied.

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Car headlights shone across the window into the room where Dean waited. He silently moved toward the hallway. A car door slammed. Dean removed the lid from the bottle of holy water. He heard a noise toward the back of the house and frowned, moving down the hallway toward the back door. He paused, then looked from the back to the front door.

The back door slammed open and the man appeared, raising a rifle and fired. Dean leapt out of the way, dropping the bottle of holy water. The man began reloading. Dean glanced at the holy water as it drained away. He waited to hear the bullet shell being removed and ran for the man, using forward movement to slam him back into the wall. He hit him a few times, then kneed him viciously. Letting him drop, Dean moved toward the rifle but the man followed, grabbing Dean and slamming him backwards onto a table. He got in a few hits before Dean head-butted him. As the man fell backwards to the ground Dean kicked him in the stomach. He kicked him four times, paused, then kicked him once more, even more viciously, grunting as he did so.

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Clark was standing over Sam and Angela. "Technology. Makes life so much easier." He said. "Used to be I'd hide in the woods for days, weeks, whispering to people, trying to draw them out into the night. But they had community, they all looked out for each other, I'd be lucky to eat one or two souls a year. Now when I'm hungry, I simply make a phone call." He added. "You're all so connected." He sneered. "But you've never been so alone."

Clark opened his mouth and began to unhinge his jaw while raising the knife. While he had been speaking Sam had managed to escape his ties, his wrists bloody. He erupted out of the chair and they fell to the ground, Clark losing the knife. They struggled for it, Sam rising first. Clark grabbed Sam's jacket and swung him around into a metal grate. Clark picked up the knife, running at Sam.

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Dean and the man slammed through a glass door. The man was groggy. Dean quickly reached for the man's belt. He pulled out a handgun, flicking the cartridge out and tossed it aside. As the man struggled to get to his feet, covered in glass, Dean pulled back the rug, showing the devil's trap sprayed onto the floor. He turned away, pulling the exorcism out of his pocket. The man, confused, stared at the markings on the floor.

"What is this?"

"Your funeral." Dean replied.

Dean began the exorcism in Latin. The man glared at him and slowly moved forward out of the circle.

"You do this to my daughter too?"

Dean stared at the devil's trap. "How the hell did you get out?"

"Did you do this to my daughter too?" the man shouted.

"Wait, this is a mistake."

"You killed her!"

"No, wait."

The man leapt at Dean.

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Sam and Clark struggled for the knife, exchanging blows as they moved about the room. Sam finally managed to pull the knife away and hit Clark, forcing him backwards into the wall. A spike, one of many on the corkboard, jammed into the back of Clark's neck, killing him.

Sam went and untied Angela. She stood up and brushed herself off.

"Thanks." She smiled.

"No problem." He returned the smile, kissing the top of her head.

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The man fell on Dean as he lied on the ground, laying into him.

"She was 9 years old!"

"Stop!" Dean replied. "I didn't! You gotta believe me!"

The man kept hitting him.

Dean managed to twist and grab the rifle, smacking the man in the forehead with the butt. He fell backwards. Dean rose, standing over him.

The man was crying. "Why did you kill her?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't kill your daughter."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I don't know." Dean replied, anguished.

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Dean held a facecloth to his cut eye, groaning. Sam and Angela entered the room and came to the door of the bathroom.

"I see they improved your face." Dean told Sam.

Sam sniggered. "Right back at ya."

Dean moved past Sam and Angela into the main room. Dean sat on his bed, and Sam and Angela sat on theirs.

"So, crocotta, huh?" Dean asked.

"Yep." Angela nodded.

"That would explain the flies."

"Yeah it would." Sam replied. "Hey, um… look I'm sorry it wasn't Dad."

Dean huffed. "Nah, I have you a hell of a time on this one."

"Ahh." Sam said.

"You were right."

"Forget about it." Sam waved it off.

"I can't." Dean replied. "I wanted to believe so badly that there was a way outta this. I mean I'm staring down the barrel at this thing. You know, Hell. For real, forever, and I just…"

"Yeah." Sam whispered.

Dean was tearing up. "I'm scared, guys. I'm really scared."

Sam was also tearing up and Angela had an arm around him. "We know." Sam nodded.

"I guess I was willing to believe anything. You know, the last act of a desperate man."

"There's nothing wrong with having hope, Dean." Angela murmured.

"Hope doesn't get you jack squat." Dean replied. "I can't expect Dad to show up with some miracle last minute. I can't expect anybody to, you know. I mean the only person that can get me out of this thing is me."

"And us." Sam replied earnestly.

"And us?" Dean asked.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Deep revelation, having a real moment here, that's what you come back with? And us?" Dean asked.

Sam raised his eyebrows. "Uh… do you want a poem?"

"The moment's gone."

Sam smiled slightly and Angela giggled. Dean flicked the TV on, reached between the beds, grabbed three bottles of beer and held two out to Sam and Angela. Sam and Angela took them, they cracked them open and drank in unison, while staring at the TV.

A/N: Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Wow we're almost done ATtL! It seems like just yesterday we started.

Don't forget to review, review, review! Love you guys!

~Emily