Chapter 54
I felt the phone in my pocket vibrate and then ring. I reached in and answered it.
"Yes Sam?" I said.
"Kelsey," he sighed.
"What is it?" I stood abruptly.
"We're at our old high school," he said.
"Which one?" I asked.
"Truman High School, in Fairfax Indiana," he replied.
I frowned for a moment. "Didn't you only go there for a month?"
"Yeah," Sam confirmed. "Dad dropped us off and left us on our own. It was there…" he trailed off.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"There's
something haunting here, and me," Sam sighed.
"Do you want to
talk about it?" I asked.
"Oh
yeah," Sam chuckled. "And you've got check Dean out. He's a
gym teacher."
"In shorts?" I laughed.
"Oh he's
rocking the tiny red shorts all right," Sam laughed.
"Hmm, well I did miss the lederhosen," I grinned at the thought.
"We're okay," Sam said.
"Uh
huh," I nodded. "What's the matter?"
"It's just being
here," he sighed heavily.
"Wait
a minute," I frowned for a moment. "I remember you liked a
teacher there. He made you see that your life could be
different."
Sam was silent on the other end.
"Is he still there?" I asked.
"This
place just brings back memories," Sam sighed.
"I'll be
there shortly," I told him.
"Kelsey," I heard him say as I disconnected the call.
I closed my eyes and focused on Dean. I appeared behind him, however, I remained invisible until he was alone. He stood at the door for a moment.
"I know you're there," he said.
I perched on the desk and grinned up at him.
"Kelsey," Dean shook his head.
I stared at him with the red shorts and the socks and grinned even wider.
"Sam," he sighed.
"Yep,"
I nodded. "I missed the whole lederhosen incident."
Dean
grimaced. "I hate shorts."
"I have to say though that you're rocking the whole gym teacher outfit," I smiled.
"Both of you have to be related," he muttered.
"Uh huh," I nodded.
"Well, what do you think?" he asked.
I closed my eyes for a moment and stretched my senses. I could sense malevolence. However, it appeared to be linked to a spectral presence.
"I sense ghost not demonic," I nodded.
"That's what I was thinking too," Dean agreed.
The door swung open and Sam stared at me for in shock.
"What?" I asked.
"How come you found Dean?" he frowned.
"Uh…" I bit my bottom lip. "Well, I can't exactly find you."
"Huh?" Sam's frown deepened.
"You find me just fine," Dean chimed in.
"Well yes," I nodded. "But I can always find you."
"I don't know if I like that," Dean said.
"But you can find me," Sam insisted.
"Only when you want me to find you," I shook my head. "Most times I find you because you're with your brother."
"We're dealing with a ghost," Dean said.
"Yes, I figured that," Sam nodded.
"Good, then what's the matter?" I asked.
"Sammy's having trouble with memory lane," Dean gritted.
"You didn't really like this place either," Sam retorted.
"Uh huh," Dean shrugged.
"Okay,"
I nodded. "So why did you want me?"
"No particular reason,"
Sam smiled. "It's just that I wished that you had been here then.
Maybe we would have had an easier time."
Dean remained silent.
I was thoughtful for a moment and recalled the time that I had nearly strangled John Winchester. Dean had been a child and was left to face a monster that fed off children. The weight on Dean's shoulders never shifted. Even now, although Sam was all grown up, Dean still bore the responsibility of his brother's actions.
"It occurs to me," I sighed.
"What?" Dean fixed me with a hard stare.
"That the answer to this may be in the past and not in the present," I changed my mind in mid sentence.
"So we look back at what has happened in this place," Dean agreed. "We were only here for a month. I doubt that anything that we did made an impact."
"It's amazing what the smallest pebble can do to a lake," I replied.
Sam's eyes narrowed briefly. "So we don't know if that month here caused anything."
"That
certainly is a fun thought," Dean shook his head. "Okay, we do
what we usually do. You're going to hang around?"
I considered
it for a moment and then stiffened.
"What?"
Sam demanded.
"Bobby," I frowned. "He's calling me and he
sounds upset."
"You better go," Dean nodded.
"It's a standard hunt, so the two of you will be fine," I smiled.
"Yeah, salt and burn," Sam agreed.
I looked at them both and shook my head.
"You know sometimes the only way to move forward is to acknowledge the past and bury it in a box," I told them.
"Bury it in a box?" Sam asked.
"Yep," I nodded.
Sam and Dean exchanged amused looks. I scowled at them both.
"Come on Kelsey, don't you think that your obsession with shovels should be treated?" Sam asked.
I glowered at the two of them. "I am not obsessed with shovels," I insisted.
"You're always threatening to hit someone with one," Dean interjected.
"Humph,"
I gritted. "See what I do the next time the two of you need
help."
"Kelsey," Sam pleaded.
"You're taking advantage of me is what the two of you are doing," I bristled.
"No,"
Sam shook his head.
"Then you're making fun of me," I
glared at them.
"Oh no," the two of them said in unison.
"Uh huh," I nodded. "Just remember, that I'm quite patient. Now, let me go see what has Bobby in such a state."
Sam and Dean grinned at me and I left them quickly.
I found Bobby standing the middle of his living room. But the whole place was in disarray. I frowned at the place.
"What happened?" I asked.
"That's what I would like to know," Bobby thundered.
I had no answer.
