Chapter Twenty-Nine
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They all looked up as Francis and Jetty arrived home and walked into the room, closely followed by 2 little girls. "I see you've been showing off," Jetty said, indicating the candle.
The small brown haired girl stepped forward. "Who are you?" she asked Sam and Dean, suspiciously, looking from one to the other.
"This is Sam and Dean," Jetty told her. She seemed to consider them for a moment and suddenly broke out into a wide grin.
"Hi, I'm Antonia and this is my sister, Kylie," she proclaimed, pointing at the older red headed girl behind her.
"Hi," Sam replied, smiling at them.
Suddenly, Dean's phone beeped, receiving a message. He rooted around in his pockets before finally finding it and flipping it open. A look of disbelief crossed his face.
He looked up and handed the phone to Sam. His look was almost the same as Deans. "Everything okay?" Gillian asked, looking from one to the other.
Dean nodded in reply. "Could you just excuse us for a second?" he said. She nodded and gestured towards the kitchen. They both left the room.
Gillian frowned. "What was that all about?" she asked. Sally shrugged.
"It's none of our business," she said. Gillian nodded slowly.
"Anyway girls, we've got something for you," Francis said, stepping forward and handing Sally a page with a newspaper clipping printed out. Sally took it and began reading.
"Where?" Gillian asked. "Rockford, Illinois," Jetty replied.
"What does it say?" Gillian asked. "This cop, Walter Kelly, comes home from his shift, shoots his wife and then puts the gun in his mouth and shoots himself. Earlier that night, Kelly and his partner responded to a call at the Roosevelt Asylum," Sally broke off.
"I'm not following," she said looking up at her aunts. "What has this got to do with us?" she asked.
Jetty handed her another newspaper clipping. It was from July 1972 and the heading read "Teenagers die in abandoned hospital fire."
"Seven unconfirmed sightings, two deaths, till last week, at least," Francis told them.
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Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Sam and Dean were talking about the surprising text message. "I don't believe it," Sam said.
"Co-ordinates," Dean muttered.
"You think Dad was texting us?" Sam asked.
"He's given us co-ordinates before," Dean replied.
"The man can barely work a toaster, Dean," Sam exclaimed.
"Sam, this is good news. It means he's okay or alive at least," Dean replied.
"Well, was there a number on the caller ID?" Sam asked. Dean shook his head.
"No, it said unknown," he replied.
"Well, we gotta find out were the co-ordinates point to," Sam said. Dean nodded and they returned to the others.
"Look, we have to take off," Dean explained. Gillian nodded.
"So do we, actually," she said, brandishing the piece of paper in her hand.
Francis and Jetty stepped forward. "It was very nice to meet you both," Francis said.
"You too," Sam replied.
"Come back anytime," Jetty told them.
Dean nodded and smiled. "Thank you," he replied.
The aunts left the room closely followed by Kylie and Antonia who both waved at Sam and Dean.
"So where are you headed?" Sam asked.
"Rockford, Illinois," Sally replied, showing them the piece of paper. Sam scanned through it.
"What about you?" Gillian asked.
"Uh, we don't know yet. Our Dad texted me co-ordinates," Dean explained. Sam handed the paper back to Sally.
"You can use our computer if you want?" Sally offered, jabbing her thumb behind her at the computer in the corner.
"Oh, thanks," Sam said, nodding. He walked over and started the computer.
"So, uh, I'm glad we got things straightened out," Dean said, awkwardly.
"Yeah, me too," Sally said.
"So, now that you know about us, we'd prefer if you didn't, you know, broadcast it to other people, if you know what I mean?" Gillian asked.
Dean nodded. "Sure, I understand," he assured them.
"Huh," Sam said behind them.
"What is it?" Sally said, standing beside him.
"Looks like we're heading to Illinois too," he said, indicating the screen. The same article that Sally held in her hand was displayed on the screen.
"Oh, great," Gillian muttered, shooting a glance at Dean who frowned back at her. Sally and Sam rolled their eyes at each other.
Sam looked over at his brother. "This is a job. Dad wants us to work a job," he said to Dean.
"Yeah, maybe we'll meet up with him, maybe he's there," Dean suggested.
"Well, maybe he's not. He could be sending us there, to hunt this thing by ourselves," Sam pointed out.
"Who cares. I mean, if he wants us there it's good enough for me," Dean replied.
"This doesn't strike you as weird, the texting, the co-ordinates?" Sam asked him.
"Sam, Dad's telling us to go somewhere, we're going," Dean finished as he walked out the door. Sam sighed and followed him.
Gillian looked at Sally. "Awkward," she murmured.
"Stop it, Gilly," Sally replied as she walked by her. She followed Sam and Dean out the door and into the kitchen.
They were standing in silence, Dean looking at his phone. Sally smiled at Sam comfortingly as she passed him. He returned it.
Sally continued out the door, towards the end of the large staircase and began to walk up it. "We're heading off now," she called out.
The aunts appeared at the top of the stairs. "Okay then, you be careful," Francis said, hugging her.
"Give us a call if you need anything," Jetty told her, stepping forward to hug her too. Sally nodded.
"Bye," she said as she descended the stairs, followed by her aunts. Gillian, Sam and Dean stood at the bottom waiting for her.
"Goodbye, Sam, Dean," Jetty said as Francis waved at them.
"Be careful, Gilly-bean," Jetty told her niece.
"Don't worry, Jet, I can take care of any spirit we come across," Gillian assured her.
"I wasn't talking about spirits," Jetty replied, winking at Sally. Gillian frowned as Sally snorted.
"Oh, she's young, let her have a little fun, Jet," Francis exclaimed to her sister.
"Okay, we're leaving now," Gillian called quickly, turning for the door.
"You watch her, Sal, and make sure she behaves," Jetty warned her, a smile playing on her face.
Gillian slammed the door behind her as they all laughed, following her outside.
"So I guess we'll follow you," Sam said to Gillian. She nodded in reply, sitting into her car.
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After they had arrived checked into their motel, Gillian suggested they go and talk to Walter Kelly's partner. They agreed and later on they found themselves at "The Old Terminal Pub".
Walking inside, they looked around and Sally nodded towards a man sitting by himself. "That's him, Daniel Gunderson," she said. Dean was about to step forward and approach him when Gillian put out her hand.
"Let me handle this," she said, brushing by him. Dean opened his mouth to argue when Sally interrupted.
"Just watch," she told him, sighing slightly as she watched her sister. She turned towards the bar as Sam and Dean turned and looked as Gillian crossed the room. As she did so, a few heads turned in her direction. In fact, nearly every guy in the place watched as she slid into the seat across from Daniel.
They couldn't hear what she was saying but they could see as she leaned in close to Daniel and began to twirl her hair around her finger. Whatever she was saying, it was working and a grin began to spread across Daniel's face. Gillian laughed and nodded at him for about 10 minutes before standing up and walking back towards the others. Again, all eyes were following her.
She stopped in front of them, a triumphant smile on her face. "You were kinda playing it up a bit, weren't you?" Sally said, frowning slightly and gesturing towards the guys, still staring at Gillian open-mouthed.
"I had to sell it, didn't I? It's method acting," she replied, frowning back at her. Sally just shook her head and there was a brief silence.
"What did you find out from Gunderson?" Dean asked, breaking the tension. She turned to him.
"So, Walter Kelly was a good cop. Head of his class, even keeled. He had a bright future ahead of him."
"What about at home?" Sam asked.
"He and his wife had a few fights, just like everybody, but mostly it was smooth sailing. They were even talking about having kids," Gillian replied.
"All right, well, either, Kelly had some deep-seated crazy waiting to bust out of him or else something else did it," Dean said.
"Right," Gillian said, nodding.
"What did Gunderson tell you about the asylum?" Sally asked.
"A lot," Gillian replied.
