Hey, guys! :) Sorry for the late update. I'm really busy right now and I literally have zero time for writing :( However, I'll do my best to keep updating once a week, though I'm not sure will it be Fiday or some time during the weekend.
Thanks, deadone1013 for the review ;):)
So, here's the new chapter and I hope you'll like it :)
Well, World War III didn't begin, but still… it got pretty ugly real quick. Ben didn't take well the fact Dean left him and his Mom. And somehow I knew he didn't like the explanation that it'd been for their safety. I'm pretty sure he blames me and hates me for that, still I don't know why. He wanted his memories back. So in order not to call Cas or Meg, Sam and I searched the web and finally found some nasty looking potion for bringing back memories.
"Do you think it worked?" I ask as I stare at the motel door "Did it go well?"
Sam and I left Dean and Ben in the motel to wait for the potion's effect and both of us went to the PD to check up what they got on the college student, Susan Barnes, that was missing for a couple of days now. But it was a dead end - even if they believed the girl's mother that something happened to her, they had no clues.
Now we're in front of the motel and I'm wondering if it's safe to walk in. only god knows what a moody and angry teenager could do… Sam looks at me from the Impala's driver seat.
"There's only one way to find out" he says opening the door
"One way?" then I bashfully suggest "Like call Dean?"
"Nice try" Sam says "Get out of the car"
Grumbling under my nose I open the door and hop out. In the very same moment the door to Ben's room flies open and the boy with angry face marches out. He casts me a dirty look full of disdain and rushes as far away from me as possible.
"Yeah… I bet it didn't go well at all…" I pout in displease and look at Sam pleadingly
"Fine" he sighs "I'll check up on the kid…" he shakes his head and heads after Ben "Though, I don't know why you're so scared of him. He's just a kid, after all…"
"Yeah… a rabid teenager. Not scary at all…"
"He hates me" I mutter as Dean and I climb the stairs to Susan Barnes's dorm.
"He doesn't" Dean sighs
"Have you seen the way he looks at me?" I ask and he has no answer for that
Dean's quite shaken. I can see it, even though he's hiding it well. Ben's pissed and he has every right to be. Man, I'd be furious if that happened to me. Still, I understand Dean and his reasons. And I know how much pain he went through because of this and that now the guilt was eating him.
"Hey" I quickly catch up with him and stop one step higher than him "Come here" and I just hug him
I can feel how he relaxes, his face hidden in the crook of my neck. Dean wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me towards him. I gently rub his back and in a while we continue our climb.
Turns out Susan Barnes had a roomie. She's a bright girl with huge Hermione type of hair. The moment we mention Susan, she starts crying.
"I'm sorry" she sniffles "I can't believe she'd just leave like that. She'd never do it… Sue's one of the most serious students…" the girl shakes her head "I'm so worried. I know something happened to her…" and she continues crying
"Uhm…" I try to be as considerate as possible "Do you mind if we look around?"
She nods and Dean and I approach the neat bed. I check through her books for something that could catch my eye, and then I turn on her laptop while Dean's roaming through her desk, checking drawers and cabinets.
"Damn" I mutter trying to hack her password, after the fifth time I manage "The girl's been busy…" I shake my head
"What?" Dean looks at me, mischievous glint in his eyes
"She's been busy trying to hand in all her papers and graduate earlier" I pointedly say, while checking her twitter and mail "Nothing here"
"Uhg… how can you even read this crap?" Dean tosses over his shoulder a book that lands with a thud on the bed next to me
It's an erotic romance book with a half-naked quite muscular guy on the cover and mysteriously looking beautiful woman in the background. The title reads "Night Pleasures". I notice something is sticking out from within the pages and I pull it out. I furrow my brows as I realize it's a flyer. A flyer about clinical studies and gathering volunteers and promised paid for the participants.
"Dean" he turns around and I hand it to him "Look"
"Uhm..." he mutters while reading the flyer "Guess we should go and check the good doc's office..."
The building is old but well maintained. There are security cameras all around so maybe we'll have enough luck to find out what really happened to Susan. After all, everything in her dorm shows she's a serious student and it's completely unusual for her to leave without even a call.
The janitor leads us to the office that our doctor has rented for the last week but warns us it's in renovation right now. Still, we check it thoroughly. As expected, we find squad. But the security footage gives us pretty good look of our doc. The man fits Lisa's description of Joe Turner, though he has no beard , nor glasses on the video and he goes around by the name Joseph bad news are we can only see Susan Barnes going in, but never leaving, probably because there's a back entrance with no cameras.
"Hey, stop" I tell Dean "Go back...here! Look"
"Is that a tattoo on his ?" Dean leans closer to the monitor
"I think so..." I grab a piece of paper and pen and quickly sketch it - a two-headed eagle with a shield and som strange cross in the middle "Looks like some kind of crest or something..."
"Right... We'll check it later. Let's get out of here before the janitor gets suspicious"
we quickly exit and as we're about to get in the car I notice a homeless man rummaging through a near garbage container.
"Dean, you've got a photo of Susan Barnes?"
"Yeah..." he looks through his phone and impatiently I grab it from him and approach the man
"Excuse me, sir..." I say
"Sir?" the man looks at me with surprise "I haven't been called like that in a long time..." he shakes his head "What can I do for you, young lady?"
"I was wondering if you have seen this girl" I show him the picture
"Her? No..." he scratches his dirty beard "But I found her purse a couple of days ago"
"Her purse? How do you know it's hers?"
"Well, her id was in it with some cash..." I can see he feels embarrassed
"You helped me a lot. Thank you" I reach in my pocket and pull out some money "Here"
"No, Ms., I can't..."
"Yes, you can" I push the money in his hands "You need them more than me"
Before the man can protest any further, I walk away and slide in the car.
"Are you sure?" I ask, looking at the phone
"Yes, I am sure" Kevin's voice comes through the speakers and I can hear his annoyance
On our way back to the motel I called Kevin and asked him to see what he can find on the ink. We're now back and the four of us are carefully listening to the kid's explanations about what he's found on the tattoo in the Men of Letters' files. Ben's all tensed up and he's literally sucking in every word. And he still looks at me with despise and hate.
"So this family..." Sam starts "The Men of Letters dated them up to the early 1800s?"
"Yeah, speak of deep roots" Kevin says "They used spells to create diseases, to destabilize markets... They even helped the Nazis before they came into power, and they profited from all of it."
"Talking multi-generational, centuries old wrong and evil" Dean huffs in annoyance
"What else you've got?" Ben impatiently asks
"All the spells they used came from a book of "unspeakable evil" which they lost nearly a hundred years ago..."
"A book?" I repeat "Like a ..."
"I don't know..." Kevin hesitates and I hear rustling of paper "Here's written that the way the book works, is when you use it, there is a negative reaction. Like biblical negative."
"Dark magic always comes with a price." Dean murmers darkly
"Well, we can only hope this book stays lost" Sam states
"Hey, Kev" I say "Can you tell me the name again?"
"The creepy evil family's name?" Kevin chuckles "Sure. It's Styne"
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