Chapter 46: You're Going to Die
Dean Winchester was pissed. Very pissed. He was angry with his brother for running off, and he was upset at his girlfriend for leaving him for the second time without explanation. He couldn't call them because both their cell phones were turned off. But Sammy had no interest in Kelly. That's what Dean had thought. He realized that his brother needed some grieving time, that was why the older Winchester brother had been all set to propose a visit to L.A. After all, they were in the neighborhood, and Dean never passed up on the opportunity to see Kelly in a bikini. That was what he'd been planning on suggesting. Instead, he'd woken up the next morning with both of them gone. Thankfully, they'd left him the car. While he didn't have a clue as to where they might have gone, one thing was clear to Dean Winchester. Sam was probably looking for hints about the Yellow-Eyed Demon. And to find that he'd have to talk to Ash. Who was at Ellen's Roadhouse.
Lafayette, Indiana
The next day, Kelly and Sam were sitting in the Carey house hand in hand. Their backs sinking into the brown sofa as the cracked leather whimpered beneath their weight. Sam and Kelly had decided to pose as a young couple while interviewing Scott Carey's father. Crossing her legs, Kelly leaned against Sam's shoulder. Her hand resting on his chest as she stroked his collar in a gesture of support and affection. Sam was pretending to be an old high school friend of Scott's and in his grief, Mr. Carey hadn't thought to look beyond that. Kelly was posing as Sam's girlfriend, here to help him deal with the loss of his friend. It had been the only way they could agree on. Kelly wasn't pleased at having to pretend to be Sam's girl, but it'd seemed like the solution with the least amount of problems attached.
"Yes, sir I did." Sam said. He looked into the eyes of the haggard old man. Beside him, Kelly kept her supportive fingers pressed against his chest.
"And you?" Mr. Carey turned to Kelly. "You're here for?"
"Well, Mr. Carey." Kelly began. She kept her voice gentle as she glanced up at Sam, forcing warmth and concern to soften her eyes. "My boyfriend Sam here was just so broken up when he heard about your son, that I figured he shouldn't go alone." She cocked her head to the side and patted Sam's chest.
"That's right." Sam said. "She's been pretty concerned about me since I found out." A flush was rising up his neck as Kelly nodded. Trying not to appear stiff, Sam wrapped his free arm around Kelly's shoulder. He hugged her against him, and got a sneaky elbow buried in his ribcage for his trouble. Coughing, he covered his mouth wishing he had some way of retaliation against her.
"You're lucky to have someone who cares about you like that." Mr. Carey said. He looked incredibly sad as he stared at the two of them. "Scotty was a good boy, and I always hoped…" He trailed off. "He changed a lot since you knew him."
Releasing Kelly, Sam leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. "What do you mean?" He asked.
"It started about a year ago with these headaches." Mr. Carey said. "Then he got depressed, paranoid, nightmares."
"Nightmares?" Sam asked. "Umm, did he ever talk to you about his nightmares? What did he say?"
Shaking her head, Kelly leaned back against the sofa and let the men talk. She kept one hand on Sam's back, and let her attention wander around the room. It was small. There wasn't much to the sitting area other than a small TV, a dinner tray, the leather couch and the pretty yellow polka dotted sitting chair. The one Mr. Carey was sitting in. There was a small fireplace to the right of a low hanging window, and on the mantelpiece Kelly silently examined the small collection of state dinner plates. There was one from each of the surrounding states, plus Minnesota and North Dakota. Each had their own little black tripod stand, and unlike everything else in the house they were perfectly polished. Kelly swallowed. If nothing else, this man had cared deeply about his collection. Quietly she stood and walked over to the fireplace. She'd never been good at playing the supportive girlfriend. Not even when it counted. Guilt over leaving Dean without even a note gnawed away at her gut. She walked along the wall, her eyes moving over the browned pictures in the silver frames. They like the plates were still perfectly polished. She reached out, resting her hand on the wood. In each of the pictures there was a woman. From rounded button nose and the soft lips Kelly could tell that they were the same person. One taken when she was young and in her early twenties, black hair piled atop her head in beautiful ringlets. Tendrils tickling her cheeks as she looked at the frame. She was in an evening gown, but the picture was so faded that Kelly couldn't even tell the color. She glanced at the second picture, it was a woman in her mid thirties. She was smiling proudly and sitting up tall, her eyes were on the camera, and in her arms a small black haired baby slept. She was lifting him towards the lens as if proudly showing him off.
"Margo." The voice of Mr. Carey said from behind her. "My wife." Startled, Kelly nearly dropped the picture.
You'd think for someone with intensely good hearing, I wouldn't let people sneak up on me. She thought. "Mr. Carey." Kelly said. Adopting a breathier tone in her voice she rested her hand on her breast. "You startled me."
"I'm sorry." Mr. Carey said. They were silent for a few moments and Kelly resisted the urge to look around for Sam.
"She's very beautiful." Kelly offered. She was trying to break the silence, but wasn't succeeding in anything more than stilted conversation. "Sam told me that Scott's mother passed away?"
"A nursery fire." Mr. Carey said. "No idea how it started. But I took to drinking not long after that. Now, I'm thinking if I'd been a better parent maybe Scotty would have…" He trailed off. Kelly could practically smell the salty tears welling up in his eyes as the creases of his face crinkled together.
"I'm sorry for your loss." She intoned. It was the standard response to any person suffering from grief. It was cheesy and insincere, but she didn't have anything better to offer. "This all must be very hard for you." She added. Mr. Carey stared at his feet.
"You know." He began.. "I know I shouldn't be wishing for things in the past, but I can't help thinking that if I'd done something different. If I'd been kinder, if I hadn't drunk so much. "I always thought that if Scotty had met a nice girl, then maybe, maybe…" He trailed off again. He looked up into her eyes. Kelly scooted backwards she didn't like the misplaced hope she saw there.
Please don't imagine me as Scott's girlfriend. She thought. She had enough boy troubles already. I don't need dead ones added to the mix. "Thanks, Mr. Carey." Kelly said. "But if you could point me in the direction of… my Sam. I should really be with him at a time like this." She tried for her most charming smile, and sighed with relief as Mr. Carey nodded in assent.
"Of course, he'll be needing your support." Mr. Carey said. "How thoughtless of me." He lifted a finger. "You're boyfriend has gone upstairs to say goodbye to Scotty. Go up the stairs and into the first room on your right." Kelly nodded and fled.
Upstairs, Sam clicked on the light in Scott Carey's room. As the floorboards creaked, he walked inside, his steps light. The room was the usual kind of room. It was a twin bed with a blue bead spread, matching sheets, and two pillows with a comforter. It was small, even smaller than the downstairs living room without much space between the end of the bed and the bookshelf on the far wall. Crammed full of books that were unevenly stacked with others chaotically set upright, the bookcase stood six feet high with seven shelves. It was made from maple wood. There was a desk in the corner of the room with a computer, and a large set of speakers. Sam walked inside quietly, looking through the small boxes on the desk and ignoring the trophies proudly displayed next to the end table. Calmly he moved to the other side of the bed and searched through the bottles of pills. Lifting them up he read the name of the doctor who'd prescribed them. "Doctor George Waxler." Sam muttered. There was a knock on the door. Startled, Sam put the pills down and turned around. He half expected it to be Mr. Carey storming in full of questions, but instead he saw Kelly leaning against the door. "Oh." He said. His voice incredibly bland as he looked at her. "It's you baby."
Kelly shrugged and moved off the door. She stalked through the room, her eyes intent on the bed. "So," Sam sighed. "Still giving me the silent treatment?" Since his blow up at her in the car, Kelly spoke to him as little as possible. In fact, other than deciding on whether or not they should behave like a couple in front of Carey, they hadn't spoken at all. "I'll take that as a yes." Sam muttered when she didn't respond. Instead, he watched as Kelly ran her fingers expertly over bedspread, searching for something, anything that might lead to clues about Scott Waxler's nightmares. "How long are you going to keep this up Kelly?" Sam asked. Finding a fresh sheet of paper he wrote down the doctor's name and stuffed it in his pocket. "I already apologized." He added. Her back was frigid as she stepped away from the bed. She didn't even look at him as she went to Scott Carey's closet. "Twice." When she didn't respond, he sighed. "Look, really, I'll say it again. I'm sorry." He swallowed. "I didn't mean to blow up at you, I know you didn't deserve it. Hell, most of the time Dean doesn't even deserve it." Sam paused. "Except that he does, but…" He trailed off. "Anyway, I know you're not Dean."
"Sam."
"Yeah, I know it was stupid of me to treat you like Dean. Because I normally blow up at Dean, which is stupid I know, but…"
"Sam!" Kelly snapped. Thinking they might actually need it later, Sam stuffed Scott Carey's medicine inside his jacket and looked at Kelly. This was the first time she'd spoken to him in hours.
"Yeah?" He asked. Had he finally convinced her to stop being mad at him? Or was she only talking to him because she'd found something?
"Come here." She'd found something. Sam felt his heart flip flop. He'd been hoping for the former. After all, he hadn't meant it. Where had the understanding gone?
Sam walked over to the closet and stood behind her. "What did you find?" He asked. Kelly's back straightened as he leaned over her, mutely, she bit her lip and pushed apart Scott's clothing. The metal hangers rattled as they were moved outward and Sam exhaled sharply. "Wow." Was all he could manage.
"Honestly?" Kelly asked. "I prefer crap." Her lips pursed as she stared into the closet worriedly. Inside was a large collage of eyes, people's faces, eyelids, eyelashes, the bridges of their noses, and the eyes. Each and every one had yellow eyes. "In this case, crapola."
"Speaking to me again?" Sam asked. He glanced down at her. Kelly sighed.
"For now." She said. "But if you blow up at me again, Sammy, I swear to god I'll permanently revoke your speaking privileges." She met his eyes with a serious gaze. Sam blinked for a moment, he was surprised by the quick turn around time.
"Sam." He said. Kelly snorted and offered him her hand.
"Here." She said. "We should get going." Sam's eyebrows rose in surprise.
"Kelly." He said. His voice coming out slowly as he looked down at her. "I don't think…"
"We're pretending to be a young couple right?" Kelly asked. Sam nodded. "Very much in love?" Again, Sam nodded. "Then cough the discomfort out your ass, Sam and take my hand." She said. Kelly lifted her fingers up towards him. The tips trembling in the air. She looked confident, but Sam could feel her insecurity.
She expects me to snap at her again. He thought. Sucking in a deep breath, he said. "Fine, but don't tell Dean." Sam had no wish to find himself on the receiving end of one of his brother's punches, especially for messing with Dean's girl. He knew what his brother could be like and Sam had enough troubles without giving his brother a definite reason to kill him.
"Never crossed my mind." Kelly replied. "We're holding hands strictly in a business capacity." Her hand remained in the air. "Take it, Sam." She said. Finally, after a long breath, Sam reached out and took her hand. It felt comfortable in his own, her fingers sliding comfortably between his. Her skin was warm against his, neither cold nor clammy like he'd expected. Instead, her fingers closed around his, and experimentally Sam gave them a gentle squeeze. This resulted in a very sharp glare from Kelly, and Sam lifted his free hand defensively. "Don't do that." She growled. He knew she loved his brother. After all, she let him claim all her free time. Despite the fact that they were almost always at each other's throats, they seemed to enjoy it. That kind of antagonism wasn't something that the younger Winchester understood. Still Sam couldn't help but wonder if this was the way Dean felt when he held Kelly's hand.
"Okay, since we got what we came for." He said. He was trying to not feel uncomfortable while holding her hand. After all, Sam Winchester was a grown man and grown men didn't get excited over something as simple as hand holding. Especially when it's your brother's girlfriend. "Shall we go?"
"Let's." She replied. Her other hand closing around his arm and Sam's heart flopped around like a fish on land. A thrill tickled his spine. This was wrong. It was play. He should be thinking about Madison. He should be feeling guilty about Madison. He should be... Sam looked down, Kelly was staring up at him, a frown creasing her forehead. "Sam?" She asked. She sounded concerned.
Broken from his reverie, Sam shook his head. "Come on." He said. Dragging her towards the doorway out of Scott Carey's room. "I saw a burger place on route back to the hotel." Charmingly, he added. "Besides, I think this fake date deserves at least a dinner and a movie."
"Yes." Kelly said. Her tone was light, even though her expression was serious. "Because we need to give Dean more reasons to never let us be alone again." Sam flinched as they walked into the hallway. His fingers still secure around hers. He was careful not to let his grip tighten possessively. Kelly was his friend. That was all they were.
"At this rate, I doubt he'll let me within ten feet of you without supervision." Sam joked. "So let's skip dinner and hit the movie."
"Right." Kelly giggled. "Because that will lessen the charges."
"I don't know." Sam grinned. "Dean's more pro dinner than he is pro movie."
"Depends on the movie." Kelly said. "It might be worth the sacrifice of dinner."
"Not to Dean." Sam said. "Not when there's pie." He watched a bright grin come over her features. I never noticed what big canines you have. He thought, staring at her teeth. They were larger than the average human beings and they looked sharper.
"True." Kelly smiled. "Pie is the one way ticket to Dean's heart."
"To the Winchester heart." Sam replied. Laughing, Kelly let him pull her out of the house and down to the stolen car. They waved goodbye to Mr. Carey and thanked him again for letting Sam say his goodbyes to a high school friend. Then, Sam started up the car, and they headed back to the Blue Rose Motel.
In the dark, the 1967 Chevy Impala roared down the highway. Speeding out to nowhere, Dean Winchester sat behind the wheel. He didn't know where he was going, he didn't have a destination. All Dean knew was that he was pissed. He was pissed at Sam and he was sure as hell pissed at Kelly. She could've at least left me a note. He thought, reliving an earlier conversation with himself. In truth, Dean was worried. Sam had taken Madison's death hard and in retaliation he'd struck out on his own. Taking Kelly with him. Dean didn't know whether Sam had asked or if Kelly had volunteered, but either way he was pissed at the both of them. It's not like they're in some private club… Both of them had a bad habit of taking off when things got tough in their personal lives. Dean respected the need for space, however he also was tired of the two of them never telling him where they were going. He trusted Kelly and he trusted Sam. His brother wasn't the type to move in on another man's girl. No matter what he might feel. And Kelly was loyal. Like a dog. The only way those two would fool around was if Dean was buried six feet under. And that's not damn likely to happen anytime soon. He wasn't worried about that. Sure, he was jealous of his brother. Kelly and Dean had only spent two nights together. Two fantastic nights to be sure, but it was still a miniscule number. Dean hated the idea of anyone taking his girl away from him. She was his. "Damn it." He growled. The speedometer creeping towards ninety as the car barreled down the road. It was at this point in the dark night that his cell phone went off. The jangling beat of 'Hell's Bells' blaring through the cab. Hastily Dean reached for it and put it against his ear. He hoped that Kelly was finally calling to check in. Dean never had any hope for Sam. When his little brother was feeling stubborn, there was no telling when he'd get around to letting his brother know he was all right. "Hello?"
"Dean?" Came the familiar voice on the other end of the line. Dean felt his heart sink down towards his stomach. "It's Ellen." Quickly, Dean tried to swallow his disappointment. He hoped that she at least had good news.
"Hey have you heard from Sam?" He asked. It struck him suddenly that his brother's disappearance and Kelly's might be entirely coincidental. Maybe she just took off again. Maybe Sam had rejected an offer of help and she was off in a corner sulking. "Or Kelly?"
"I have." Ellen replied.
"Both of them?" Dean asked. "Together?"
"Yeah, honey." Ellen said. "But Sam made me promise not to tell you where they are."
"Come on, Ellen!" Dean exclaimed. He was glad that Kelly hadn't suggested that Ellen not contact him, but hiding their location certainly sounded like Sammy's shtick. "Please!" He said. "Something bad could be going on here and I swore I'd look after that kid."
"You talkin' about Kelly or Sam?" Ellen asked.
"Both!" Dean yelled. Exasperated, he banged his hand against the steering wheel. The Impala swerved for a moment, and then she straightened out. Was Ellen trying to torture him? He wondered. She dangled the prospect of telling him about the location of Sam and Kelly, only to have her snatch it away again. Because of a fucking promise. Dean thought. Shit. Goddamn. Fuck.
"Now, Dean they say you can't protect your loved ones forever." Ellen said. There was a pause, and Dean wasn't entirely sure how to respond. This whole conversation had just led to him getting more pissed off than he'd been previously. "Well, I say screw that. What else is family for." There was another pause as Ellen sucked in a deep breath. "They're in Lafayette, Indiana."
"Thanks." Dean said. Then he hung up the phone. Destination now in mind, Dean set out to make sure he got their as quickly as the Impala could go. Nothing was going to stop him from getting to Lafayette, Indiana. He'd take the Mickey out of Sam, Kelly, or both. And get more angry sex. In this mood he was more than ready for that kind of action.
The Blue Rose Motel, Parking Lot
Lafayette, Indiana
Laughing, Kelly and Sam walked across the asphalt of the parking lot. The blue Honda Civic, Sam had stolen was parked in one of the empty spaces furthest away from their motel room. They were staying in Room 6 on the ground floor. It was a double. After visiting Scott Carey's house and meeting the father of the deceased, Sam and Kelly had taken the rest of the evening off. After finding a dollar theatre, they'd caught a rerun Dracula: Dean and Loving It. The pimply-faced redheaded teen at the window had proudly told them that this was a special one-time showing. Despite their reservations on the service, Kelly and Sam had been willing to risk it for a good movie. Now, as the clock struck ten they were ready to get back on the job.
"Seriously?" Kelly asked as they walked along the sidewalk and beneath the flashing neon sign that read Blue Rose Motel. "Seriously?"
"What's to misunderstand?" Sam replied. "I stated my position clearly."
"But how can you say that Young Frankenstein is better than Dracula Dead and Loving It?" Kelly asked. Her lower lip stuck out in a pout as they rounded the cars and walked along the doors. "I mean I get where it's Mel Brook's masterpiece, but…"
"How does someone who can't remember her own past know so much about movies?" Sam asked. "Honestly, I want to know."
"Well." Kelly shrugged. Her tone winsome, she tapped her forehead and then glanced up at Sam. "There's not a lot space being cluttered by memories, so random facts tend to stick in my head." She tipped her head to the side as they walked, and wrapped her arms around her chest. It was a little cold. Vigorously, she rubbed her upper arms as gooseflesh crawled across her skin.
Sam glanced down at her, wondering whether or not he should offer her his coat. "Let's get inside." He said. "Here." Pulling off his jacket, Sam held it out to her. "Wear this."
"I'm fine, Sam." Kelly said. Minutely shaking her head, she pulled the key out of her pocket and slipped past him. She moved to the door, and inserted the small blue key into the lock. Feeling like an idiot standing there holding his jacket, Sam sighed. Why? He wondered. He wasn't like Dean, he wasn't going to come up with some clever saying to get her to take it. If Kelly didn't want it, then she didn't want it. Still, it stung. What was it about Dean that made him so much better? Sam didn't know. Pulling his jacket back on, he leaned against the wall and watched her in silence. Behind him, there was the clip clop of high heels on pavement. Kelly turned first, but Sam reacted faster. He whipped around and, grabbing the stocky girl by the shoulders, shoved her into the wall.
"Who are you?" Sam demanded. Staring into her eyes with overt hostility, as Kelly smacked her palm against her forehead.
He's always jumping the gun. She thought. Even from here she could tell that the girl wasn't possessed. "Sam." Kelly began. She didn't like where this was headed. Kelly moved a little closer, her eyes remaining their usual mottled brown gold color. There was no danger. Quietly, she put her hand on Sam's back. He needed to calm down.
"Please!" The girl shouted. Her voice was breathy. "You're in danger." She glanced at Kelly. "Both of you." Kelly snorted.
"Darn." She said. "And I thought it was going to be something new." Shaking her head, she grabbed Sam by the sleeve. "Come on then." She said. Her eyes were on the girl as she dragged Sam sideways and pressed the key into his palm. "Let's get inside." Kelly pushed Sam forwards, and he stumbled a bit. "And you can tell us all about it."
Ava stared at Kelly blankly as the other girl put her arm around Ava's shoulders. "You mean…" She trailed off. "You actually believe me?"
Kelly smiled. "Let's just say it's not the strangest suggestion I've heard today." She said, as she ushered Ava inside the hotel room.
"I think it's a little off the deep end." Sam muttered. He watched as the girl's walked past them and then, after checking outside, he shut the door. Turning around, he followed Kelly as she walked Ava to the bed, and sat her down. Sam took a seat on the opposite one and crossed his arms. He didn't understand why Kelly wasn't acting hostile and suspicious. Which I suppose is a good sign. She only seemed to get that way around things that were supernatural. So,,, Maybe Ava's normal? That was probably too much to hope for.
Aggravated, Ava unhooked herself from Kelly and stood. She paced back and forth across the room as Kelly pulled her legs into Indian style. She watched Ava with an amused expression, while Sam's was unsure and on the borderline of outright shock. He didn't know whether to believe her or not. But Kelly's blasé attitude was putting him on edge. And I should be finding it comforting. He didn't like it. Sam glanced at her as Ava finally started her story. "Okay." Ava said. "Look, I know how all this sounds. But I'm not insane and I'm not on drugs." She said.
"You're sanity was never questioned." Kelly said. "We already figured you for jumping off the deep end. In fact," Kelly checked the clock on the VCR. "We're expecting men down from the funny farm any minute. They'll be taking you away shortly." Ava glanced at her, trying to figure out whether or not she was joking. Her eyebrows creased together as her lips pursed. She opened her mouth, then shut it again. Kelly stuck out her tongue and smirked.
"You're funny." Ava said. "You're really funny."
Kelly shrugged. "It's been known to happen." She said. "Carry on." Ava stared at Kelly for a long moment.
"Seriously?" Ava asked.
"Sure." Kelly said.
Relieved, Ava sucked in a deep breath and continued her pacing. "Okay, so, I'm normal." The words came out jumbled, but still distinctive. She shook her hands out as Sam sat up off the bed. "This is way, way off the map for me."
"Alright." Sam said. Ava walked back across the room. "Alright, just calm down." She stopped in front of him, and looked up. There was something calming about this guy, she decided. He seemed to be the only rational one here. Crazy girl on the bed not withstanding. "Okay. What's your name?"
"Ava." She said.
"Ava?" Sam asked.
"Ava Wilson." She finished.
"Okay." Sam said. "Ava, I'm Sam Winchester." He nodded to Kelly, who shrugged. "And that's Kelly Jones."
"Right." Ava said. "The mouthy one."
"Now." Sam began. "You were telling me about these dreams of yours?"
"Yeah." She said. "Okay." She rubbed her forehead and brushed her bangs back out of her eyes. "About a year ago, I started having these, like, headaches and nightmares. I guess." Kelly watched her with intense eyes, her head cocked to the side as Ava moved back and forth across the room. She seemed to be caught up in her own little world. "And I really didn't think much of it, until I had this one dream," her voice rose an octave higher and she made stabbing motions with her hand. "Where I saw this guy get stabbed in a parking lot!"
Sam's eyebrows rose. He glanced at Kelly. Sounds like our boy. He thought. When she nodded, he knew Kelly was thinking the same thing. Okay, that's a strange coincidence. Or maybe it wasn't a coincidence at all. "When was this?" He asked.
"About a month ago." Ava said. She paused. "But anyway." Reaching into her bag she pulled out a newspaper clipping and held it up for Sam to see. "A couple of days later, I found this." The headline read "Local Man Stabbed to Death in Parking Lot", and on the front there was a picture of Scott Carey. Sam took it, and looked it over. Then he passed it to Kelly. "I saw this guy die!" Ava cried. Her voice breaking into an even higher octave as her vocal chords shivered. "Days before it happened…" Both Sam and Kelly looked up at her, surprise unmasked on each countenance. "I don't know why, I don't know, it's just some reason my dreams are coming true." Kelly looked back down at Scott Carey's picture again. Her eyebrows rose higher.
Great. She thought. We found another psychic.
"And…" Ava began. This time the words were coming out more slowly. "Last night…" She continued. "I had another one."
"Lovely." Kelly muttered. She could feel this entire conversation heading in a direction that she wouldn't appreciate.
"Okay." Sam said. His voice breathless as he looked from her to Kelly.
"About you." Ava said. She looked up at Sam, then she glanced at Kelly. "And you." She added. "I saw…" She trailed off. "I saw one of you die."
There was a long pause in the air after she spoke. The silence hung heavy between the three of them as Sam looked from Ava to Kelly and then back again. The minds of Sam Winchester and Kelly Jones were each whirring with concern over the possibility. It could be either one of them, who died in the dream. But it hadn't been clear which. If it had, then Ava would have pointed them out. She would have pointed and said you're going to die. But in this situation Kelly Jones only had one recourse left to break the tension and allay the inevitable paranoia. Jokes.
"Well." Kelly fell back against the sheets. "This is turning into the best field trip ever." She muttered. Sarcasm dripping off her words. She rolled her head to the side and stared up at Sam. "Sam." She said. Sam looked away from Ava and back to her. "Jesus! Now, I can't even let you go to the bathroom alone." She threw her arm over her eyes. "What a pain."
"Kelly." Sam glanced at her. Kelly's going to die? He wasn't going to let that happen. After all, Dean would kill him if Kelly died. And death by Dean Winchester was probably not the most pleasant way to go.
"I'm serious Sam!" She sat up. Jabbing her finger at him. "No bathroom breaks!"
Ava stared at Kelly. "Are you completely insane?" She demanded. Kelly snorted. "One of you is going to die!"
"I know." Kelly said. "But I die at least once a week, so I'm not worried." She glanced at Sam. He was frowning. "Maybe this time it'll actually stick though…" She trailed off. Sam's eyes burned into her forehead. Kelly could feel him getting angrier. "Dying jokes too much?"
"A little, yeah." Sam said. His voice incredibly stiff as he spoke. Kelly smiled up at him, then she lifted up her fingers in a peace sign. Sam couldn't help it, he laughed.
"You're both insane." Ava muttered.
"Probably." Kelly got off the bed. "So how'd you find us?"
"You had motel stationary, and I googled the motel and it was real! So, I just thought that I should warn you." Sam exhaled loudly in disbelief, while Kelly shrugged.
"I don't believe this." Sam said.
"Oh, of course you don't." Ava sighed. She was beginning to feel exasperated, like the mission was a dead end. She'd failed. But of course she'd failed. After all, who would believe this? She sounded like she'd just woken up and jumped off the deep end into crazy.
"I do." Kelly said. She looked at Sam. She knew what he was getting at, even if Ava didn't.
"You think I'm a total nut job!" Ava exclaimed. She lifted her arms up over her head. Depressed. Then she turned around. "Wait…" She trailed off. "You what?"
"I meant that you must be one of us." Sam said.
"One of him." Kelly pointed at Sam.
"Sorry?" Ava stopped running her fingers through her hair and stared at Sam. "One of who?"
Sam blinked. "One of the psychics." He finished.
"Like him." Kelly said. Sam glared at Kelly for a long moment before he turned his attention back to Ava. "I don't know the secret handshake."
"There's a handshake?" Ava asked. She was starting to feel incredibly confused. Kelly talked fast and worse she seemed perfectly at ease with the situation. And she's making fun of me… Or was she making fun of Sam? Or was she just cracking jokes for the hell of it? Ava didn't know what to feel or how to react. She hated this whole thing. And now, Kelly Jones was staring at her blankly, her lips quivering, and she looked like she was ready to burst out laughing.
"She's just kidding." Sam said. His voice hurried as he tried to move the topic of conversation to safer ground. Away from snark. "You're like me." Now, Ava was starting to feel really scared. "Look, Ava." He said. "I have visions too, alright, so we're connected."
She couldn't help it, this whole this was so unbelievable that Ava burst out laughing. "Okay, so, you're nuts. That's great. I came all this way to talk to a crazy person and his crazy girlfriend. I don't know what I was thinking."
"Not his girlfriend." Kelly snapped.
"They should just lock me up in the loony bin. Throw away the key. Cause that's all this stupid stunt's gotten me." Ava sighed. "A one way ticked to Arkham Asylum." She turned away from them. "This is a little too nuts for me." She muttered. "I'm going home. Saving the rest of my sanity."
"Wait." Sam said. "Wait. Look." Ava turned back around to face him. There was a part of her that really wanted to stay. She wanted to hear him out. He seemed, what was it… Right? "Did your mother happen to die in a house fire?"
"No!" Ava exclaimed. "My mother lives in Palm Beach!"
"She doesn't fit the pattern, Sam." Kelly said.
"Yeah." Sam said. "Just like Ansem Weems."
"What are you guys talking about?" Ava asked. Her voice pitched even higher than it had been the first time round. "Why can you just leave town? Please? Before you blow up!" She glanced at Kelly. "Or you! Do you want her to blow up?"
"We can't." Kelly said.
"Actually." Sam said. Kelly fixed him with a very solid glare that held the promise of terrible things if he finished his sentence. "No, we can't."
"God!" Ava sighed. "Why not?"
"Because there's something going on here." Sam said. "With you, with me."
"With her?" Ava asked. She jabbed her thumb back at Kelly.
"Don't drag me into this." Kelly sighed. "I'm just the moral support."
"And you say you're not his girlfriend…" Ava muttered.
"There are others like us out there." Sam said. He was trying to keep a clear head in this, stay above the muck. "And we're all a part of something. And I gotta figure out what."
"She's gonna bolt." Kelly sighed. Sam glanced at her right when Ava stood up.
"Okay." She said. "Screw you, buddy. Because I'm a secretary from Peoria and I'm not a part of anything!" Standing Ava lifted her hand and shoved the ring in Sam's face. "See this?" She asked. "I am getting married in eight weeks, I'm supposed to be at home addressing invitations, which I'm way behind on by the way!"
"So glad I'm not getting married." Kelly said. Sam glanced at her, and then turned back to Ava, who was still shouting.
"But instead I drove all the way out here to save your weirdo ass!" Ava said. "But if you just want to stay here, and die. Fine!" She turned around. "Me? I'm due back on planet earth."
"I like her." Kelly said. "She's spunky." Sam watched as Kelly sat up, and then he saw a distinct change in her eyes. They were starting to glow again. She's going to scare Ava isn't she? Or she'd do something supernatural to convince her that they were still on planet earth.
"Don't you want to know why this is happening?" Sam asked as Ava headed towards the door. She stopped. "Don't these visions scare the hell out of you?" Ava paused and sucked in a deep breath. What he was saying made sense. A lot of sense. More than Ava ever wanted to admit. "Because if you walk out that door right now." He said. "You might never know the truth."
"Like." Kelly said as Ava turned around. "Exhibit A." She pointed at her eyes. Ava couldn't help but stare at them, they glowed like some kind of wild creature. Ava took a step backwards. "We need your help, Ava." She said. "We might be crazy freaks, but we can't do this alone."
"Okay." Ava said. "If it'll get me answers." She glared at Kelly. "But you! You're not allowed to do that scary eye thingy anymore!"
"Deal." Kelly said. She grinned at Ava. The other girl sucked in a deep breath.
"Okay." She said. "So where do we start?"
AN: A lot of dialogue in this one. It was a pain to work it all out, especially with two snarky girls. I hope you liked it. This AN is short because I'm busy. Anyway, look forward to more chapters soon.
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