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Speaking:
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"Monster & Demon Speech/SHOUTING!"
"Enochian (Angel) Speech"
'Thinking' *but can also be a word emphasized, with the little [ ' ' ] representing air quotes*
Flashbacks & Dreams
๐Telepathic link๐
§Parseltongue§ (Snake and Dragon Speech)
Thursday June 25th 9:20 am. Mercy Hospital, Maple Springs, Kentucky.
Sam and Dean entered the hospital dressed in suits and made their way to the victims' hospital room. Rose trailed in behind them wearing her best pair of skinny jeans, black heels, a blue blouse and a black blazer. She was under a slight glamour to appear at least 19.
"I'm Detective Plant, this is Detective Page. This little lady here is miss Burr. We're with the County Sheriff's Department."
"Been expecting you." Kyle said.
"You have?"
"All morning. You are the sketch artists, right? Although, you look a little too young to be working at the CSD." Kyle said the last part to Rose.
"Um - " Sam started,
"Absolutely." Dean cut him off, "That is exactly who my partner is. And the things he can do with a pen, ha. Miss Burr is the boss's daughter and he wants her to gain experience on the field because he expects her to be a detective just like him. But listen, before we get started on that, I wanted to ask you uh, how'd you get away?"
Rose was impressed with Dean's ability to lie on the spot without seeming sketchy. Had she been anyone else she'd have believed him too.
"I have no idea. I was hiding and he found me. He was coming right for me and then he just stopped. Stared at me with this blank look. After that he just took off running." Kyle told them.
"Okay. I'm gonna need as much physical detail as you remember." Sam told the victim. Getting out a tiny note pad so he could 'sketch' the perp. Rosemary taking pity on him reached into her fake purse, that she had purchased for this undercover stint, and grabbed an art-sketching pad she put into it as a just in case and listened to Kyle as he described his attacker.
"Uh he was about 6 feet tall, dark hair."
"Can you tell us anything else. Like eye color, skin color, if he had a big nose, or some kind of distinctive scar. Any detail you can remember will help us find who did this to you." Rose said before Sam or Dean could ask something weird to make Kyle either think they were all crazy or make him clam up.
"Uh his eyes were light in color, maybe blue? And he had a slight tan." Kyle stated not sure of what else to add. It was late at night when it happened.
"Did you notice anything strange about his teeth?" Dean just had to ask. Rose inwardly face-palmed.
"No they were just teeth."
"What about his fingernails?"
"Okay, look, he's just a normal guy with normal teeth and fingernails."
"Look, sir, it's ok -" Sam tried to placate but was cut off by the vic.
"No! No. Those were my brothers. This guy he killed my brothers. How would you feel?" Kyle was close to tears at this point. Rose felt really bad for him.
"Can't imagine anything worse." Sam said almost monotone, though meaning every word. Dean glanced at Sam sadly. "I know this isn't easy, but if you remember any more details.."
"There was one more thing. He had a, uh, tattoo of a cartoon character. The guy who chases Road Runner."
"Wile E. Coyote." Dean said, snapping his fingers, grinning triumphantly.
"Yeah that's it." Kyle said.
"And where was this tattoo?" Rosemary asked. Once Kyle confirmed it was on his upper left arm Rose began adding the tattoo to her sketch. Sam pretended to draw on his notepad since he didn't know what Rose was doing. He was standing at the end of Kyle's hospital bed along with Dean and Rose was sitting to the victims right hand side farthest from the room door so it's not like he could just nonchalantly lean over quickly to see what she was doing.
*knock knock*
"Kyle?"
"Dr. Garrison."
"How you holding up?"
"Ok, considering."
"You're Kyle's doctor?" Dean questioned.
"Yes."
"Can I ask you a few questions?" Dean asked holding up his fake badge.
"Sure" Dr. Garrison said while walking outside Kyle's room, Dean following after him.
Sam and Rose were about to follow when, "Don't I get to see it?" Kyle asked referring to the sketch. Sam lifted his notepad and turned it around to show Kyle.
"Uh ha."
"Yeah, yeah. It's a work in progress." Sam said a little bit embarrassed when all that had been on his tiny notepad was a poorly drawn stick figure with fat arms.
"Oh hush Mr. Page." Rose began, keeping in character. "I have the real sketch here." She turned her sketch pad over to show the victim. It was a pretty good drawing. The only thing missing was the nose.
"Now can you remember what his nose looked like? was it small, rounded, did he have a scar?"
"Uhh it was kind of on the larger side." Kyle said trying to remember his would-be killer.
Rosemary sketched a quick outline of a larger more rounded nose and then showed Kyle when she was done. "Yeah that's the guy who killed my brothers. You gotta catch him."
"Don't worry Kyle we'll make sure the town is on high alert. When we catch him, and we will, we'll give you a call." Sam said before he and Rose left his hospital room.
"Boy, this is a piece of art." Dean said laughing at Sam's stick figure after the three left the hospital. They were walking down the street a few blocks away from Mercy Hospital towards the Impala. "Really."
"Yeah, like you could've done it better. What did the doc have to say about Kyle's brothers?" Sam asked diverting attention to his poorly drawn sketch.
"Not much. They were DOA at the scene. He did give me the coroner's report though."
"Let me guess their hearts were missing?"
"Eww why would they be missing?" Rose asked disgusted. Hopefully they weren't dealing with some sort of sick group of satanic worshipers. Those f****** could go jump off a bridge and die.
"Well, usually, werewolves kill their victims by ripping their hearts out and then they eat it." Sam informed her. They suspected it to be some sort of lone werewolf. Which that alone was suspicious since werewolves were pack oriented.
Ok something was seriously wrong with the mundane/supernatural werewolves because magical werewolves didn't eat human hearts. Hell they didn't eat animal hearts. They mostly acted as regular pack oriented wolves that didn't like human contact. If they were self aware during the transformation they could potentially still use their magic and would recognize friend from foe. Rose got the feeling that the non magical people who became supernatural nuisances were ten times more disgusting and vicious in their appearances (for some cases), behavior and natural instincts then their magical counterparts.
Like shifters for instance. They are similar yet completely different to a metamorphmagus. For either, the person had to be born with the ability which allowed the user to change their appearance at will.
However a shifter could only turn into a human and literally stole the entire body including DNA, blood type, fingerprints, voice and everything from their victim. They needed their victim alive so they could maintain a telepathic link so they knew what to say and how to act if they wanted to completely take over someone's identity. The nasty thing was that they literally shed a layer of skin, hair and teeth and body fluids so they could shift into their next victim and they always killed the real person who's identity they stole previously, 'cause you know, no witnesses and all that. Yukk. Though some left the person they impersonated alive even after the fact so if they committed a petty or horrible crime then the person the shifter impersonated would take the fall.
A metamorph could change their appearance into anyone without needing a spell or potion and they didn't need any sort of live victim. This meant they could potentially make themselves look like some fictional character if they wanted like Naruto for example even adding freckles, dimples, or scars where appropriate. They could also grow animal parts if they felt like it. Though usually the ability just allowed one to change hair color, eye color, nose shape and size, and the occasional animal ears, teeth, eyes, or tail. They could perfectly mimic an animals vocals but stayed with their natural voice when in a human disguise, unless they temporarily changed gender then they would have either a generic male voice or a generic female voice. Nothing too extreme or crazy or nasty.
"No, no heart was missing." Dean said after Sam explained what their kind of werewolves ate. "But parts of their kidneys, lungs, and intestines were."
"That's just gross." ("Gross.") Sam and Rose said at the same time.
"Yeah definitely not werewolf behavior."
"So, what, a demon?, attacker could have been possessed." Sam pondered aloud.
"Why would a demon stop half way through an attack?" Dean fired back.
"I think that ... Uh - Could it?, Yeah I got nothin'." Sam finished lamely.
"Me neither."
"Hey why don't we check out the site where it happened? You guys told me demonic possession was easy to figure out if there was sulfur around the area the attack occurred. And even if it isn't demonic possession, it's possible that the perp either was on acid or some other hallucinogenic drug, or he could have been possessed by a spirit. In all three scenarios this guy would have eventually come-to if either the demon got bored, the spirit did what was intended, or the drugs wore off. He would have freaked out and fled the scene." Rosemary said taking off her heels and following after the brothers barefooted. She disliked skinny death-trap high heels. At least heels with taller bases, and a wider heel had much more stability and still had the effect of added height.
At this point they had nothing until another attack occurred and potentially provided more clues and they really didn't want anymore innocents to die because they couldn't figure out what the hell was going on.
"Alright."
Next day. At the motel.
"Alright so there wasn't any sulfur at the crime scene and the EMF reader barely went off. Maybe there's nothing here and it' just some psycho killer." Dean said inside the motel room.
"Maybe not. Just got a call from Dr. Garrison. There's been another incident." Sam said seriously.
"Was it the same guy?"
"No apparently a husband and wife were stranded on a hiking trip, got help from an old women who offered them food and she snapped. Started stabbing the husband to death."
'What the hell is going on in Maple Springs Kentucky?' Rose wondered.
Dr. Garrison was trying to console his distraught patient who had just lost her husband. She was laying in a hospital bed attached to monitors and began ripping her IV's out trying to leave her room.
"We need to observe you. The drugs may still be in your system." The doc reasoned referring to the drugs the old women used in the pie she fed the young couple.
"I have to go. I have things to do. Arrangements I need to make." The women said in distress, tears leaking from the corners of both her eyes.
"It can wait." Dr. Garrison said with finality. He immediately began reattaching her IVs and hooking her back up to the heart monitors. "Now you need to rest. Stay. I'll be back in a few minutes."
When Sam, Dean and Rose got back to the hospital and walked to the victims hospital room they were greeted by the doctor. "Detectives."
"Dr. Garrison."
"What the hell's going on here? My whole town's gone insane."
"We'll let you know as soon as we do." Sam told him.
Entering the victims room, Dean pulled out a notepad and began asking the distraught woman questions. "Mrs. Watson, can you tell us how you got away?"
"I didn't eat as much as Ken did so I wasn't as out of it. And when the old women was,.. carving up Ken, I shoved her and she fell. Cracked her head on the stove." Ms. Watson started getting really emotional. "She's dead right? I killed her?"
"Do you have any idea why she did this to you?" Dean asked her continuing to write stuff down.
"No. One minute she's just a sweet old lady and the next, she was like a monster."
"Can you remember anything else?" Rosemary asked her.
"Um, yeah. Did you find a little girl there by any chance?" She asked looking towards Sam since Dean was busy writing and Rosemary's younger appearance had triggered the memory of the little girl inside the little old lady's house.
"A little girl? At the house?" Sam questioned.
"I thought I saw her outside the window. She just disappeared. Just vanished into thin air. It must have been the drugs." Mrs. Watson said, trying to convince herself.
"This disappearing girl what did she look like?" Dean asked Mrs. Watson. They were finally getting somewhere with the case.
"Does it matter?"
"Yes, every detail matters." Sam said.
"She had this dark, dark hair and really pale skin. She was around 8. She was a beautiful child. It was odd to see her in the middle of something so horrible."
Friday June 26, 9:00 AM. Middle of the woods where the old women lived in a blue cottage style house.
"Well we already ruled out demonic activity with the first incident and there's no sulfur here. Anything with the EMF?" Dean questioned investigating the kitchen area where the old lady went bonkers.
"Yea it's going nuts but only by the window." Sam said where he was scanning the window in the dinning room with the EMF detector. "There was definitely a spirit here."
"Who stood outside the crime scene, and watched...?" Rose wondered aloud in bewilderment.
"Looks like." Sam said.
"What the hell do you make of that?" Dean wondered walking towards Sam.
"Actually I do have a theory, uh, sort of." Sam said.
"Hit me." Dean fired back.
"Well I'm thinkin' about fairy tales."
"Oh that's nice." Dean smirked. "You think about fairy tales often?" Dean finished mockingly. Rose stifled a laugh disguising it as a cough. She wasn't fooling anyone if the look Sam gave her was any indication.
"No. I'm talking about the murders. A guy and girl hiking through the woods and an old lady tries to eat them?, that's Hansel and Gretel. And then we got the three brothers arguing over how to build houses attacked by the big bad wolf." Sam explained.
"Three Little Pigs." Dean summed up. Rose stayed quiet. With reading books on magic, survival, and cooking related things she never had time for storybooks. Unless of course you counted her ancestors/family in the Greek pantheon disguised as mythology books. Then, sure, she read 'fairy tales' just not the things everyone else apparently had. She preferred to read Marvel comics and manga, and novels like the Lord of the Rings.
Although she had bought a book called Grimm Tales which no doubt had the original fairy tales, and something called Into the Woods which was like someone else's version of Hansel and Gretel using three sisters as the main characters instead of a brother and sister. She'd have to read it at some point during the summer.
"Yeah."
"Actually those guys were a little chubby." Dean began. "But wait I thought all those things had everyone living happily ever after?"
"No, not the originals. See the Grimm brothers stuff was kind of like the folklore of it's day full of sex, violence, cannibalism. Then it got sanitized over the years and turned into Disney flicks and bedtime stories." Sam filled the two in putting his jacket back on. 'When the hell did he take it off?' Rose wondered. If more cases popped up in the future similar to this one and she didn't have Sam there to figure it out she'd be a sitting duck for sure so she really would read every book on every fairy tales. From the originals, to the happy ending versions, to someone else's weird twist on them. Can never be too careful.
"So you think the murders are what a reenactment?" Dean made a face. "That's a little crazy."
"Crazy as what? Every day of our lives?" Sam questioned with a smirk.
"Touché." Dean stated walking over to their things they had set on the old woman's dinning room table before they began investigating the crime scene. "But how's the creepy ghost girl involved?"
"Um, well, she must've been here for a reason. I'm willing to bet you top dollar she was at the construction site too we just didn't pick it up on the EMF because we showed up to the site almost two days after the guys were attacked."
"We gotta do research don't we?" Dean questioned reluctantly. He disliked reading old files and things and didn't like to stare at a computer screen indefinitely unless it was to watch porn. He preferred when the information and facts were boom right in your face at the scenes of the crime.
Friday June 26th, 3:25 PM. Public Library.
"So?" Sam questioned Dean.
"Checked every reccored they had," Dean began after he finished researching at the local library. "found the usual amount of violent childhood deaths for a town this size."
"Okay."
"You wanna know how many were little girls with black hair and pale skin?, ("Zero?") Zerooo." Dean finished.
"You want to know how many little girls with black hair and pale skin that have gone missing? Right again zip, zilch nada. Tell me you got something good because I totally wasted the last six hours." Dean finished a little bit frustrated. It was already almost 3:30, he spent several hours researching and had nothing to show for it. On top of that he was really hungry and thirsty 'cause you can't eat or drink in the library.
"Well you ever hear of Lilian Bailey? She was a British medium from the 1930s."
"She got a thing for fairy tales?"
"No she would go through these unconscious states where, get this, her thoughts and actions were completely controlled by spirits."
"The ghost Puppet Master." Dean said simply. "You think that's what this kid is doing? Making Wolf-boy and Grandma go into trances making em' go kill-crazy?"
"Could be, kinda like a spirit hypnosis or something."
"Trances I get but fairy tale trances? That's bizarre even for us." Dean said. Both brothers stopped walking to look down when they heard the croaking of a toad. A toad that conveniently sat itself in the middle of the path they were walking on from the library back to the Impala. It's little beady eyes were staring up at them.
"Yeah you're right that's completely normal. " Sam stated sarcastically.
"Alright maybe it is fairy tales. Totally messed up fairy tales. I'll tell ya one thing. There's no way I'm kissing a damn frog." Dean said sternly.
Sam was about to make a snarky come-back about what Dean's been known to lick and the fact that it was a toad not a frog but stopped when he looked up from the toad, across the street and noticed a pumpkin on someone's front porch. Normally that wouldn't be weird except it was the middle of summer! Not October or November. What the hell?
"Hey check that out." Sam said pointing to the house he was looking at.
"Weird." Dean agreed, zeroing in on the vegetable that was normally only seen during the fall season.
"Remember Cinderella? The pumpkin that turns into a coach and the mice that become horses?" Sam said watching a little mouse scurry across the front porch directly in front of the pumkin.
Dean gave Sam a disgusted/confused/questioning look. "Dude could you be more gay?" He asked his little brother. Sam looked over at Dean with a sort of hurt/annoyed look but it mostly read 'Really big bro?' complete with his mouth open.
"Don't answer that." Dean quickly replied. "Hey man where's Rose?" He meant to ask earlier when he left the library when he didn't see her with Sam.
"I left her in the Impala. She told me she had some school stuff she wanted to finish up. Let's go get her and then we'll check out the house. I don't feel right leaving her alone in the car with all this weirdness going on." Sam told Dean. He knew that she could protect herself against most of the things that they didn't know about but she had absolutely no clue how to deal with what they dealt with regularly.
Back in the Impala Rose was sitting in the passenger seat reading some of her school books so she could get her summer schoolwork done. There was an essay due for one of her classes that was required as 'summer reading' so to speak. It was due the first class for Charms. There was also a possible pop quiz for one of her other classes so she was brushing up on facts she knew and didn't already for the different subjects.
Hey just because she practiced all different kinds of subjects during her training didn't mean she studied the required school material nor did it mean that if she did that she'd remember it fully if it was only studied for a short period of time despite her having eidetic memory as well as photographic memory. Better to just read up on the material and get it over with.
Most of what was in the basic charms book she'd either read about or fully practiced during her time warp training anyway. All she had to write about for the essay was the theory behind each spell and a detailed outline of all possible uses the charms, that were described in the first three chapters, had.
Like how the Levitation spell could be used to lift and move an item from one place to another if it was too big and awkward to carry, or it could be used to lift someone who was injured or knocked out, or even move someone or something that was contaminated with a sickness/virus or toxic chemicals so that you didn't have to touch it directly. Very useful that spell.
She also decided to fill out this massive test packet for all kinds of subjects at different grade levels to help her case, when she eventually pitched the idea to her guidance counselor that the course work for 4th, 5th, and 6th year would bee too easy for her.
She really wanted to skip a few grades so she could graduate early and then take an ageing potion so she didn't have to hide as a kid any more. It was getting annoying not being able to reach things like cereal on the top cabinet shelf when she could reach it just fine during her 7 year stint in the Time Realm. If she wanted that to happen she'd have to storm through school like a man on a mission.
'I'm getting really hungry. Maybe tonight I'll make steak, a loaf of cheesy bread and some steamed veggies. Yeah that sounds good. Ooohh and for dessert a fruit parfait using pineapple, strawberries, bananas, and cucumbers with vanilla mousse to divide the layers of fruit. Mhm and to top it off some vanilla flavored granola and coconut shavings.' She was totally having a food-gasm. She couldn't help it. They hadn't eaten since lunch time and she loved food. She was borderline hangry right now so sue her.
*thwak thwak*
Startled out of her thoughts at the sudden noise she looked up only to see Sam standing outside the passenger door motioning her over. Setting her books and essay papers in order and placing it all on the seat she stepped out of the car. "You guys found anything?" Rosemary asked the brothers when she walked over to them.
"No but we have a theory." Filling Rose in on Sam's conclusion that it had to be a spirit controlling the actions of the townspeople and using fairy tales as a basis they stated they may have found the next victim. She really needed to read up on this junk because she was so lost.
Walking back to the house a few minutes from the public library, that got Sam thinking of fairy tales in the first place, they made their way inside after Dean picked the lock with a paperclip. The house was sort of big and looked like a crude Victorian style and 70's era mash up. There was furniture and knick-knacks everywhere and most of it looked like antiques.
It was strangely quiet and Rose didn't feel good upon entering the house. She felt a shift in her magic and knew what it was telling her. A spirit was in the house.
"Who knows maybe you'll find your fairy godmother." Dean said full of sass, teasing Sam. The three were about to split up when they heard a creaking sound coming from the kitchen. Drawing their weapons the brothers made their way towards the noise with Rose trailing behind them with her wand drawn.
"Help! I'm in here."
When they reached the kitchen there was a pretty blonde teenager handcuffed to the stove covered in cuts and bruises. Sam immediately knelt down in front of her.
"Hey. Don't worry, it's ok. We gotch you." Sam reassured.
"You have to help me she's a lunatic."
"Who?" Rosemary asked the girl magically undoing the handcuffs without her noticing.
"My step mom. She just freaked out. Screamed at me, beat me, chained me up." The teenager said, her eyes full of tears and her voice filled with slight hysterics.
"Where is she now?" Sam asked her at the same time Dean looked over to the side towards the dinning room. He saw a little girl that fit the description given to them from Mrs. Watson. She was wearing a white dress that had a red bow, and there was a red ribbon in her hair.
After Dean got Sam's attention so he could see the ghost girl, he and Rosemary followed her into another room of the house. She seemed to have disappeared when they made their way into what appeared to be the family room. Then Dean felt a presence behind him so both he and Rose turned around.
The little girl was looking at them with a blank expression. "Who are you?" Dean asked her. Instead of answering she flickered then vanished.
"That was freaky. And look at that." Rose said bending down to pick up the shiny red apple left in the exact spot she had been standing. "What does that mean?" Rose questioned Dean, tossing him the apple which he caught.
Rose and Dean went back outside by the Impala waiting for Sam to finish up with the teenager.
"Paramedics picked up Cinderella." Sam said when he walked up to them.
"So,.." Dean began tossing the apple to Sam. "little girl, shiny red apple. I'm guessing that means something to you?"
"I think it's Snow White."
"Snow White? Aw, I saw that movie. Well the porn version anyways. There was this wicked stepmother. Phew she was wicked." Dean said perversely. Rosemary gave him a death glare. She hated perverts. She sent a silent stinging hex aimed at his rear and when he yelped and turned toward her she just said, "Ya pervert."
"There is a wicked stepmother and she tries to kill Snow White with a poisoned apple." Sam said getting the two to focus back on the case.
"But the apple doesn't kill the girl right?" Dean asked his little brother.
"No. It puts her into a deep sleep. So deep, it's almost like she's dead." Sam told him, tossing the apple back to Dean before opening the passenger door. All three piled into the Impala with Rose magically putting her school work away that she'd left on the seat so Sam didn't sit on it.
They drove to the hospital in hopes of figuring out if there was a patient that fit the bill.
"No sorry we don't have any comatose little girls." The nurse at the front desk said.
"You sure?" Sam asked. They needed to figure this case out before someone else died.
"Totally. It's mostly old guys. And well, Callie. She's been around since I started here."
"Callie?" Dean asked the pretty nurse.
"Yeah, it's so sad. And poor Dr. Garrison, he just won't give up on her."
"Was Callie one of his patients?" Sam questioned.
"No his daughter." Sam and Dean shared a look at that.
In Callie's hospital room Dr. Garrison was sitting in a chair he'd pulled close to her bed with a book in his hands. The title of the book was The Brothers Grimm Complete Works and Tales in gold lettering. "Ah, here we are.
" 'Just press the latch,' called the out the grandmother. 'I'm too weak to get up.' The wolf pressed the latch and the door opened. He stepped inside, went straight to the grandmother and ate her up." Dr. Garrison read not knowing that him reading this to his daughter allowed her to manipulate the guy with the Wile E. Coyote tattoo again, into attacking yet another victim. A poor little old lady that was supposed to pick up her granddaughter from school after grocery shopping.
Sam and Dean had made their way towards the hospital room and heard parts of the story.
"The huntsman stepped inside and in the bed lay the wolf. So the huntsman took a pair of scissors and cut open the wolfs belly." The doctor continued reading, but before he could read the next chapter he looked up and saw Detective's Plant and Page.
"Detectives, can I help you?" He asked getting up from his seat to make his way out of his daughter's hospital room to finish his rounds.
"We just heard that Callie is your daughter." Dean told him.
"And we wanted to say how very sorry we are." Sam finished.
"If you'll excuse me." Dr. Garrison said about to check on one of his other patients.
"Oh we're heading this way, we'll walk with you. How long has Callie been like that?"
"We don't mean to intrude. We can't possibly understand how hard it must be for you seeing her like this." Sam told the doc.
"Yeah it's not easy. She's, uh, been here since she was 8 years old."
"That's when she was poisoned?"
"Yes, swallowed bleach. Never figured out how she got her hands on the bottle. My wife found her brought her to the ER. I was on call."
"Your wife was, uh, was that Callie's stepmother?"
"Actually, yes. How'd you know that?" Dr. Garrison asked giving Dean a weird and suspicious look.
"Lucky guess."
"Well Julie was the only mother that Callie ever knew. My wife passed away last year and, uh it's just my daughter and me now. She's all I got left." Dr. Garrison said sadly. "Um, excuse me, I've got to get back to work." He told the detectives after checking his watch for the current time. His break was over.
Rosemary had been in the cafeteria in the hospital buying some coffee for herself and the boys. However before she did that she went into the bathroom so she could shadow travel back to their motel room to check up on the pups and Magnus.
After making sure they were fed and watered she allowed them to go outside for a bit while she prepped everything in the kitchen of her magical tent so everything would be ready to immediately start cooking dinner and making dessert tonight. She really wanted her steak. Before leaving she made sure her animal companions were back inside the motel room so no one called animal control or something.
After shadow traveling back, she purchased three coffees from the indoor Dunkin Donuts they had in the hospital and made her way back to the bothers, one floor up.
"So did you guys find whoever is doing this?" Rosemary asked after passing out the drinks.
"Thanks." Sam said accepting his iced latte. "We believe it's Dr. Garrisons daughter, Callie."
"Well you were right Sammy. It's Snow White in spades." Dean told him taking a sip of his black hazelnut flavored coffee.
"Yup. Stepmom poisons the girl, puts her into a deep sleep. What's the motive you think?"
"Could be like Mischa Barton." Dean told them. When Sam gave him a disbelieving look he elaborated. "Sixth Sense, not the O.C."
"What?"
"Hey you know fairy tales I know movies. She played the pasty ghost. You know, remember the mom had that thing, you know where you keep the kid sick so you get the attention?" Dean explained.
"Oh yeah, yeah, uh, Munchausen syndrome by proxy." Sam concluded.
"I saw that movie. It's horrible what the mother did. To harm an innocent child is unforgivable." Rosemary started. She hated perverts, rapists, pedophiles and the like but what she hated more were parents, guardians or other family members that abused their positions within the family and took advantage of the children. "Callie has been suffering silently all these years because no one knows what really happened." It was truly sad.
"Yeah and after all this time her spirit just gets angrier and angrier until finally she starts lashing out. " Sam told Dean and Rose.
"Meanwhile she has to listen to Dad tell her these deranged stories about rabid wolves and a cannibalistic old lady. That's enough to drive anybody nuts." Dean finished.
"Ok but how are we gonna stop her? Callie's stuck here. Her father's keeping her body alive."
"I might be able to, uh talk with her spirit if we can sneak into her room. Perhaps just talking to her and letting her know that we believe her and know who hurt her might placate her enough that she moves on. Though I can't promise anything." Rosemary told both brothers quietly.
Before they could decide what to do, a group of paramedics came rushing in the hospital's front doors with a 72 year old women on the gurney. She looked horrible and it looked like a dog or wolf had attacked her if the lacerations, puncture wounds and bite marks around her throat and chest were any indication.
She had been found by the side of the road, alone, near Quick Mart and after Dean and Sam flashed their fake sheriff badges they were given the old lady's next of kin along with an address. A granddaughter that was supposed to get picked up by her today from school. This didn't bode well for the three considering the last story that Dr. Garrison had read Callie was Little Red Riding Hood.
"You two find a way to stop Callie, all right?"
"What about you." Sam asked Dean.
"I'm gonna go stop the big bad wolf." Dean paused for a moment before saying, "Which is the weirdest thing I've ever said." He finished after making an awkward and slightly pained facial expression.
"Dr. Garrison, I need to speak with you." Sam decided to speak to the doctor. Hopefully Rose would be able to sneak into Callie's room and talk to her.
"Detective, what can I do for you?" He asked Sam.
"Well, um its about Callie."
"My daughter? What about her?"
Without either of them noticing Rose sneaked into Callie's room and pulled a chair close to her bedside. "Hey Callie. You don't know me but I know you. I'm sorry you had to go through all of this by yourself. But you're not the only one ya know? Many people have been hurt by family who were supposed to love them and take care of them and when they died no one knew the truth. But I'm here and I know the truth. My friend is trying to convince your father that your terrible step mother hurt you." Rose told Callie's comatose body while holding one of her hands. Even though Callie's spirit didn't show up in the hospital room while Rose was talking to her, her spirit was listening in. "I believe you and I'm sorry no one was able to bring her to justice for what she did to you but you have to stop what you're doing. Killing other people isn't the answer."
Back in the hall Sam told Dr. Garrison to sit down so he could break the news to him that his daughter was the one behind the bizarre attacks.
"Maybe we could sit down for a minute?"
"No, what about her?" The doctor demanded. He was starting to get frustrated and annoyed with all of the questioning.
"All right, this isn't going to be easy. What happened to Callie wasn't an accident. I'm sorry but it's true."
"You have no idea what happened to my daughter." The doctor began walking away from Sam.
"Doctor your wife poisoned Callie." Sam told him getting to the point.
"Why would you say something so horrible to me?"
"Because I need your help." Sam said following the doctor into Callie's room.
The doctor was not happy with what Sam was telling him nor was he pleased that the young girl who had accompanied the detectives, was currently in the room with his comatose daughter without his permission.
"I'm calling security." But before he could remove the phone from the hook Sam smashed his hand over the phone.
"I don't have time to do this gently. If you don't listen to me more people are gonna get hurt because Callie is going to hurt them."
"What the hell are you talking about!?"
"You're gonna think I'm crazy but just understand me. Your daughter, Callie is still here. She's a spirit."
Dr. Garrison turned away from Sam and looked over to his daughter lying in the hospital bed before turning back around.
"So you've seen her too?" He whispered a little bit shaken. Sam and Rose exchanged a look over the doc's head.
"I sensed her, Callie. Her presence, her scent. I even saw her standing at the foot of my bed, but I never believed it. I thought I was dreaming."
"It wasn't a dream." Rose spoke up for the first time since the two entered the room.
"She looks like she did when she was 8." Sam began, "White dress. Red ribbon in her hair. She's been trying to talk to you."
"You're not a cop are you?"
"No." Sam said simply.
"Then who are you?"
"Someone who knows a little about this kind of thing."
"But what you said about my wife poisoning Callie, -"
"That sir, Callie told us. Not in so many words but in her own way she told us."
"No I don't believe you."
"Look Callie's killing people. She's angry and desperate because nobody will listen to her. So you have to listen to her."
"Please listen to your daughter." Rose told him from her spot beside Callie's body.
"Callie? Callie it's Daddy. It's me Daddy. Is it true? Did Mommy do that to you? I know I wasn't listening before but I'm listening now. Daddy's here. Please honey. Is there anyway you can tell me?"
"Doctor she's here. She's behind you."
"Is it true?" He asked his little girl after turning around to face her. She stared at him for a bit before nodding her head.
"Oh, I'm so sorry baby." The doc had tears in his eyes and his voice was thick with emotion. "But listen to me. You gotta stop what you're doing, okay? You're hurting people. I know everything now. I know the truth it's time for you to let go. It's time for me to let you go."
After saying his piece he turned away from the ghost of his daughter back to her adult comatose body and kissed her forehead. The machine monitoring her vitals flat lined, alerting them all that Callie had passed on. When he turned back around her 8-year old spirit form was already gone.
"Is the girl ok?" Dr. Garrison asked referring to the little blonde girl Dean rescued back at her grandmothers house from the guy that was reenacting the big bad wolf under the spirits influence. Dean nodded his head yes.
"So It's really over?" The doc wondered.
"Yeah all thanks to you." Sam told him.
"Callie was the most important thing in my life but I should've let her go a long time ago."
"See you around doc." Dean said.
"I sure hope not." The doc chuckled humorlessly. Slapping Dean on the shoulder he walked off leaving the brothers standing by the front desk.
"You know what he said. It's a good bit of advise."
"Is that what you want me to do Dean?" Sam questioned. Dean put his head down at Sam's sad face. "Just let you go?" Dean semi shook his head no but he still walked away from Sam and left the hospital.
Rosemary was confused. She didn't know why Dean would say that. She noticed a sort of time limit on Dean's life but it seemed unclear. She decided to ask Sam. They'd let Dean drive back to the motel alone and the two of them would walk back.
"Hey Sam what was that about? Is Dean going somewhere?"
Sam looked over to Rose and debated telling her the situation. He decided to just tell her and as the two left the hospital and began the long walk back to the motel he told her everything. How their father made a deal so save Dean's life when they were attacked by a demon in a big car accident involving a rib rig, how Dean had felt guilty and about the demon, Azazel being behind it. He told her how he along with other's that were affected by the demon blood like him were put into an off the map ghost-town death match tournament not the long ago and had to kill each other off in order to 'win' the tournament and how he had gotten stabbed in the back and died instantly.
"Dean couldn't bare losing me and so he made a deal. His soul for mine. He's got one year and then I'll lose him." Sam finished with tears falling from his eyes.
Rose jumped up and gave Sam the biggest hug she could muster trying to comfort him any way she could. "So that's why his soul looked weird. I can see souls, well, sometimes I can. Yours and Dean's souls are very clear to me. Dean's has a time limit but there's also a rebirth date."
"What?" Sam asked confused. After placing Rose down on the ground so they could continue walking Rose explained.
"Deans got one year to live but he'll only be gone for,... well it looked like half a year at most and about four months at the least. Although Hell, the Underworld, and pretty much anyplace that isn't for the living has a different time wave or whatever.
"Basically for us it will seem that Dean was gone for four months but for him it could be minutes, months, even decades. And he'll be different. He'll be tortured and hurt soul deep and it will affect his mental state. It will take serious therapy and what not, to help him."
"We'll be there to help him then." Sam said with determination and finality. He'd do anything for his big brother. He loved Dean so much and even though Dean would be gone and be subject to many horrors at least he'd come back to him. Sam would make sure Dean was alright.
"Yeah we will." Rose said with a small smile gracing her lips. Happy that Sam included her.
Friday June 26th, 7:30 PM. Back at the motel, inside the magic tent because the motel was just nasty and plus there was five bedrooms in the tent, a huge bathroom and a game system hooked up to the TV in the living area. Woot!
"So I'll only be gone four months Earth time?" Dean questioned the tiny white haired girl after they'd finished taking turns in the bathroom and getting cleaned up. They'd be leaving first thing in the morning and didn't want to have to worry about taking showers and packing last minute.
"Oh well I mentioned before that I'm destined to be Mistress of Death or whatever because of a prophecy and also because my many greats grandfather is the god of death and so he made me his advocate among the living. Something like that, anyways this allows me to see souls.
"Now before you ask, yes death gods or avatars of death exist for every pantheon. Thanatos, Death the horseman, reapers, Hela, the Shinigami etc... Since I'm blood related to people blessed by Lady Hecate and the Earth and also a descendant of two Greek beings of divinity I'm tied to that pantheon meaning I can only interact and reap souls that are Greek or Roman demigods, centaurs, satyrs, legacies of any of the gods, goddesses , or titans, and any witch or wizard that was blessed by Hecate. She hasn't actually blessed anyone in two centuries though but the ones she did, have had generations of children so when they die, most will end up in the Underworld.
"Usually I can only see the soul if it's someone from the Greek or Roman pantheon since Thanatos is the same being for both uh, religions..? Yeah so I don't really know why but I can see both your soul and Sam's perfectly clear. It's strange.
"But basically your soul is telling me that you will be gone in a year for four months and then you'll be with us again. Only you'll be older mentally and emotionally and you'll have trauma. Like severe PTSD for sure." Rose finished with so much sadness that Dean felt a little uncomfortable.
"That's a lot to take in." Sam said writing some of this down in his own hunters journal.
"I'm going to make dinner and dessert boys. Steak, homemade Asiago cheese bread, steamed veggies and for dessert a fruit parfait. How's that sound?" Rose said, changing the topic.
"Awesome! I'm so hungry. Hunting really builds up an appetite." Dean said rubbing his growling tummy. He was also thankful for the subject change.
"Feel free to play the game systems. There's all kinds of games from online chess to super smash brothers and basically everything in between. I sort of went all out when I bought the latest game systems and games." She actually wanted to check out Game Stop to see about buying newer games, game systems, controllers, and a bigger TV set. The only thing is she hadn't yet been able to use the Wi-Fi hookup personally because she'd end up attracting monsters to her. She hated being a half blood sometimes. Hopefully that technology class at the academy would help her figure out how to mask her scent and allow electricity to work in tandem with her magic. She could only play for like 20 minutes before her magic made the electronics start to malfunction. It sucked.
"Sweet!" Dean shouted like a kid at Christmas. Sam smiled fondly at his older brother and followed him into the little family room area inside the tent to play a round of some fighting games and even Pokemon.
Laughing at Dean's antics Rose set to cooking dinner. While the bread was baking she took out fresh strawberries, cucumbers, pineapple chunks, and bananas and cut them up and put them in separate bowls. She pulled out the ingredients for vanilla mousse and after whipping it up she placed it aside.
Next she grabbed three fancy dessert glasses and filled them with a layer of strawberries then mousse, then cucumbers and mousse with the last layer being bananas and mousse. She topped it off with the last of the granola bits and coconut shavings.
Placing the dessert into the fridge she pulled out the steak pieces and placed them on the mini grill inside the kitchen so they'd have that barbeque/grill taste. Above the cooking meat she magically floated a container that had tiny holes around it filled with peppers, tomato's, unions and collard greens so they could cook via steam.
*ding*
Grabbing the oven mitts she removed the bread from the oven and placed it on a serving pan. Using magic she set the table and placed the loaf of cheesy bread onto the dinning room table along with the plate full of steak and the bowl of steamed vegetables once they were finished cooking. She also placed two beers from Deans stash onto the table in front of the brothers plates as well as empty glasses filled with ice and a pitcher of iced tea.
"Dinner's ready!"
Sam and Dean paused the game and practically raced over to the table to sit. They ate like a couple of starving dogs. That let her know they liked what she'd cooked. She was hungry herself and ate a good portion of the meat and collard greens. She only had a small slice of cheesy bread.
When everyone finished eating Rose put left overs away and magically placed all of the dirty dishes into the sink and had them clean themselves.
"Alright guys I'm gonna watch some TV. Dessert's in the fridge if y'all want some." And with that Rosemary grabbed her fruit parfait and headed into one of the bedrooms in the tent that she deemed hers to watch some Naruto on CN. Magnus, Holiday and Zero followed after her.
"Ya know Dean I'm not going to let you go. If what Rose said is true, then you won't be gone long. Although I am a bit suspicious of the whole thing because I've never heard of a demon deal that only lasted for a year earth time and then the person only had to stay under for a few months. But, the fact that you'll be coming home to me again is enough. Night D." Sam told his big brother giving him a squeeze on the shoulder and then claiming one of the rooms for himself.
"Night Sammy." Dean said quietly. After eating his dessert, he turned off the game system and TV off. Then he too went to bed.
Rose, Sam and Dean would make the most of what time they had together before Dean's time was up so that during the duration of his stay in Hell they'd all be able to cope a little bit better. Rose planned to help Dean occlude his mind somehow, now, so that he could separate himself from the horrors that would undoubtedly be dished out against him in Hell so that he wouldn't be insane or severely broken spiritually and mentally. And even if it didn't work she'd help him cope when he came home anyway.
For some reason she felt very close to the brothers even though she barely knew them. It kept affecting her interactions with them. Little did she know that due to their first meeting, a new prophecy had been made about them after her magic latched onto both of them. It was similar to how wizard family magic latched onto each family member creating a familial bond. For them the bond was that of two older brothers and a little sister.
This bond would affect the brothers too, in how they viewed Rosemary and they'd take on the roles of big brother flawlessly.
A/N: I mentioned in previous chapters that my timeline for the story would be different from the original books and TV show for a reason. I made it summertime that the brothers bumped into Rosemary because during the school year she would be in school. In the original Bedtime Stories episode of Supernatural it takes place in October so the pumpkin on the porch of that one house was perfectly normal. However, due to it being summertime in my story it was definitely not normal to see a perfectly round and orange pumpkin plopped on someones porch.
A/N: DOA stands for Dead On Arrival
A/N: If you haven't seen supernatural or at least this particular episode then you must see it. It's really interesting and kind of sad about the little girl and her whole situation. Children are precious even the bratty ones. You should always investigate situations fully when it involves young kids. You may discover something disturbing. The poor guy had no clue his wife was hurting his little girl and he didn't want to believe it even when all the facts pointed out that she was the culprit. To top it off the wench died before justice could be served so even though the father now knows the truth, justice wasn't delivered in the appropriate manner. :(
ALSO: the abbreviation CN just stands for Cartoon Network.
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