It's The Same, Wherever You Go

Chapter Ten

Babylon Wolves

Jaydra looked around the dark room she was in. Dressed in a plain black shirt and red plaid over shirt, Jaydra looked much like her brothers when they were in the middle of a hunt. The room was quiet, and Jaydra tightened her grip on the weapon that was in her hand.

The weapon was a Kusarigama. The blade itself was roughly two feet in length, and the handle about three. The chain itself was six feet, letting the person using it to reach quite a distance during a fight.

The weapon was a present from Bobby, from when he visited Japan, who helped train Jaydra with the weapon. Seven months is what it took for Jaydra to get decent with the weapon and able to use it on hunts efficiently, thanks to the add ons that Bobby fixed up for her. Before she even started practicing with it, Bobby melted the metal of the blade, and remade it with a different type of metal, since the original was only a show piece. Graphene, which is twice as hard as steel, was used for the blade and it was fused with Holy Water and Wolfsbane to make it more deadly to monsters. And for an extra measure, Bobby made the chain out of iron.

And just like that, Ira, the name Jaydra chose for the weapon, was ready to be used.

Hearing a soft growl behind her, Jaydra whirled around and her green eyes widened as they stared into the glaring red eyes of the Alpha, as it's mouth sinks into Scott's skin.

"LET HIM GO!" she screams, rushing at the werewolf, swinging the weapon at the werewolf.

The Alpha roared and jumped back from the attack, but Jaydra had managed to cut it's arm the tiniest bit. This made the Alpha turn and run, making the hunter take chase, but the creature was way too fast.

"You lost it," a new voice entered, making the girl turn around and come face to face with her late father, John Winchester. "You fucking lost a giant Alpha!" Jaydra's eyes widen as she jumped back as her father struck at her. "And now, it's going to kill more people around here, Jay, and all that blood will be on your hands . . . Because you couldn't kill it."

Jaydra shook her head and took off running, only to continuously hear John's voice all around her. "It's your fault," John hissed at her, his dark eyes narrowing at her. "Scott turned because of you, and he will be killed because of that."

"NO!" Jaydra screams as a bright light flashes before her.

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"NO!" Jaydra shouts out, shooting up to sit straight up on the couch, panting severely. Looking around the room that she was in, everything began to fade back to reality. Jaydra was in Hollywood with her brothers and two friends, on a hunt.

Groaning softly, Jaydra laid back, looking up at the motel room ceiling. Sweat was beading on her forehead as she thought back to the dream, her father's words echoing in her head, as she focused over at Scott McCall.

Scott was sprawled out on one of the twin beds that were in the hotel room, snoring softly. His shaggy brown hair was splayed all over the pillow and his arm was placed over his eyes. Not the exact thing that would install fear into others when thinking about a werewolf.

Jaydra chuckled softly and laid back down on the couch and began to relax, slipping back into a nice, dreamless sleep.

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The five hunters, well, three hunters and two in training, were back on the movie set, which confused some.

"I thought we said it wasn't a haunting," Scott mutters to Jaydra, who just finished talking with one of the stunt-men about the fight scene to be shot later.

Jaydra shrugged her shoulders slightly. "Doesn't seem like one."

Stiles then jumped into the female hunter's line of sight, startling her a bit. "Then why are we still here?" the buzz cut high schooler asked, before a thought struck him. "Other than letting me meet Tara Benchley!"

"That's not it," Jaydra says, rolling her eyes, and pushing Stiles away from her face. "Something seems . . . weird," Jaydra trails off.

"Weird how?" Scott asked.

Jaydra shrugged, and opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off when the Directer, McG, shouted out loudly: "QUIET ON THE SET!"

The female hunter glanced over at the cabin set the crew was filming in for the day, raising an eyebrow at the cringe worthy acting being done. The current scene was two of the kids talking about how they summoned the "creature", that looked strangely a lot like Knight Rider, back from hell.

"And cut!" McG calls out, taking off the headphones he was wearing to go over and talk with his actors.

Dave, the man in control of the sound department, sighed and shook his head. "No good for sound. I'm getting some kind of feedback."

Rolling her eyes, Jaydra begins walking over to her "crew" of stunt doubles that will be doing most of the fighting in the finale scene, until some hot shot producer, Brad, began digging into the director and his writer, Marty.

"No, no, no, no," Brad sighed out, running his hand through his slightly graying hair. "It's a great scene, really! But I've got a few . . . not exactly problems . . ." he trails off, before snapping his fingers. "Just questions!'

"Like what?" McG asked, slightly annoyed.

Brad looked over at the cast of actors. "The rules aren't really landing for me. Like the kids doing this Latin chant makes the ghost show up?"

McG rolled his eyes and nodded his head. "Yeah, what's wrong with that?"

"See, but if the ghosts are in Hell, how do they hear the chanting?" Brad asks, making the hunter's mouth drop open.

~No one could really be this stupid, right?~ Jaydra mentally asks herself, before shaking her head.

"I mean," the producer continues. "What, do they have super-hearing? It's a logic bump, the rules don't track."

~I stand corrected,~ Jaydra mentally sighed. Face-palming a bit, Jaydra walks over, intending to make this movie about three minutes shorter by cutting off a dumbass explainer that has no need to be in the movie.

"Actually, in my opinion," Jaydra says, walking over to McG. "They don't hear it."

The producer looks at the girl like she's crazy, and he's probably right. "Who are you?"

"I'm the choreographer for the fights, but what I see is, the spirits don't exactly hear the chanting," Jaydra explains. "The spell is technically a summoning thing for them, right? So the ghosts doesn't NEED to hear it to be summoned."

Brad stares at Jaydra for a few moments, before grinning widely. "I like it! Put it in!" he stays, before answering a call on his Bluetooth that's attached to his ear.

Marty looks over at Jaydra with a raised eyebrow. "Why did you do that?"

The sandy blond girl just grins. "Seemed like that would be a better plot point than the ghosts having super hearing," she explains. "I mean come on, if that logic were to be put in, then how would the kids be able to escape the monster if it has perfect hearing?" And with that, the hunter turns to leave.

But luck was not on the hunter's side. Right after she finished buzzing the producer away from McG and Marty, everyone began filming the scene again, only to cut away when something comes crashing through the ceiling, causing mass panic on the set.

Jaydra's eyes widen as she sees the body of Brad swing around. "SCOTT!" she calls outs, running over and trying to lift Brad's body up to get the pressure away from the rope around his neck.

Scott, who was over at the craft service table, rushes over and jumps up on the table near Jaydra and, discretely, uses his claws to cut through the rope and helping Jaydra lower the body down, but it was too late. Brad was dead.

Glancing up at Scott, Jaydra sighs. "Guess our job's not over yet."

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The next day, Jaydra opted to stay away from the actual filming stage, and kept Scott and Stiles away as well. If there was an actual haunting going on, she didn't want her two friends in the line of fire yet.

"Why are we here?" Stiles asked, noting how they were backstage from the filming crew.

"Something's bugging me about Brad's death," Jaydra says, leaning back in her chair.

Scott, who was sitting beside her, raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Yesterday, right before Brad died, the sound guy was complaining about some static messing up their feedback," Jaydra says. "That could lead to an EVP from a ghost."

"But the ghost Tara saw was a hoax," Stiles states, messing with the radios that were on the table in front of them, making sure that they all have batteries, and are fully functional.

"Exactly," Jaydra hummed, before pulling out her cell phone. "Wait . . . If the sound crew picked up some EVP, then maybe the cameras did too." Grinning, Jaydra jumped up and ran over to a crew member. "Scott! Get my brothers and you guys meet me outside!"

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Once everyone met up outside, Jaydra holds up a DVD to the group, before they walk into one of the trailers outside.

"What's that?" Scott asks.

"It's a daily," Jaydra says, tossing the CD to Dean, who put it in the DVD player. "I told one of the guys in charge of them that I needed to look at the footage to think of how each character can move in the final scene, so they got me a copy of everything shot yesterday."

Stiles paled slightly. "We're going to see someone die again?"

"Welcome to the Hunter's life," Sam says, patting Stiles on the shoulder as Brad's surprising entrance played on screen.

"Okay, rewind it, Dean," Jaydra says. "Then slowly go frame by frame."

Scott sat beside the girl of the group, who was intensely staring at the screen. "What are you looking for?"

"Something that will help us finish this case," Jaydra muttered, her green eyes darting at everything little thing on the screen.

The group of five were in stunned silence as Dean hit a frame of just seconds after Brad's death. The whole frame seemed to be different than the filming stage, and in the far corner stood a woman watching Brad die.

"Holy crap," Dean whispers out. "It's like 'Three Men and A Baby' all over again."

Stiles snaps his fingers, grinning at Dean. "The one with Selleck, Danson, and Guttenberg?"

"Yeah!" Dean laughed. "But I don't know who played the baby."

"What are you two talking about? What's your point?" Sam, the more logical Winchester, asked.

"There's a scene in the movie where people say that the camera caught a ghost on film, just like we did," Stiles explained, his hand motioning to the paused footage of the strange woman on the TV.

Dean nods his head. "Yeah, apparently, in the background of one of the scenes, there was this boy that nobody remembers from set. Spirit photography."

Sam nods and looks over at the TV again, before he tenses. "I've seen her before."

"So have I," Jaydra says, pulling out a stack of papers from their night of research a few nights ago. Looking through the pages, the girl pulls out one and shows it to the group. "Looks like she's Elise Drummond. She was a starlet back in the thirties."

Sam takes the page and skims through it. "Says here that Elise had an affair with a studio executive." He blinks a few times, before continuing. "He uses her up, fires her, leaves her destitute. So Elise hangs herself from Stage Nine's rafters."

"And into a scene they were shooting?" Dean asks, to which Sam nods. "Just like our man, Brad."

"So what, she's got it in for the studio brass?" Jaydra asks.

The younger brother shrugs. "Possibly. I mean, it's a motive. And Brad's death matches hers exactly."

Stiles and Scott look at the three Winchesters talking about this topic as if they were talking about a vacation they took two years ago. "You three are not human."

"Says the best friend of a werewolf," Jaydra retorts, before looking back at her brothers. "We're digging tonight, aren't we?" The answer she received were two nods. "Lovely."

"Digging?" Scott asked. "What are we digging?"

Jaydra grinned and turns to look at the two newbies. "How else are we going to get to salt and burn Elise's bones?"

"WHAT?!"

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Later that night, the five arrive at the "Hollywood Forever" cemetery. Sam, Dean, and Jaydra are each carrying shovels as they walk through, glancing at the tombstones.

"Which way?" Sam asks.

Dean, who was holding the map, motions with the shovel in his other hand. "She's over that way." Dean falls silent again as he looks over the map, and then looking at the graves. "Man, this map was totally worth the five bucks."

"Hey, can we check out Johnny Ramone's grave when we're done here?" Stiles asks, looking at the map with Dean.

"You wanna dig him up too?" Jaydra asked, grinning at how the two boys were bonding.

"BITE YOUR TONGUE, HEATHEN!" both Dean and Stiles cry out, making Jaydra roll her eyes.

"Um, guys?" Scott speaks up. "There's something I don't get. Why did this Elise woman wait seventy-five years before suddenly going homicidal?"

"Maybe she's mad they're making a ghost flick," Jaydra says. "Maybe it rubbed her the wrong way?"

"Here we go," Dean says, making Jaydra and Scott look at the headstone that reads 'Elise Drummond'. Grinning evilly, Dean nudges Jaydra towards the grave. "Ladies first."

Jaydra rolls her eyes and stabs her shovel into the soil six feet above Elise's coffin. "Yahtzee."

After roughly thirty minutes of digging, the group finally reaches Elise's coffin.

"Are we seriously going to-" Stiles started, but shivers when Dean actually opens the coffin. "Oh my God, he's opening it!"

Inside the coffin, laid Elise's corpse. Going through the motions, the Winchesters pour salt over the bones, followed by Kerosene, followed by a book of matches to start the fire. And once the bones were burned, the group began filling the dirt back into the grave.

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"So, now that Elise's spirit was destroyed, the haunting should be done now, right?" Scott asks, as the group walks back onto the set.

"Pretty much," Jaydra says. "But to be safe, we're going to che-" Jaydra's voice halted as she noticed the abundance of police surrounding a blood soaked giant fan. "Well, we know Elise didn't do that!"

"I think I'm going to be sick," Stiles says, turning his back from the sight.

"A run in with a giant fan?" Sam hums, looking over the crime scene. He cringed at the spray of blood on a giant white screen behind the fan.

"Didn't the same thing happen to an electrician back in like '66?" Jaydra asks.

The middle Winchester nodded his head. "Yeah, a guy named Billy Beard."

Stiles groaned at how easily the Winchesters were looking, and discussing, what was in front of their eyes. "YOU'RE NOT HELPING!" Stiles' whining went unheard by the experienced hunters.

"What the hell, guys?" Dean asks. "We already torched the Elise chick, so we know it wasn't her."

"So, what, are we dealing with another ghost?" Scott asks cautiously, covering his nose. The smell of blood was over bearing to him.

"Yeah, but these things don't usually tag-team," Dean states.

Jaydra nods, as she notices that the director is gathering the crew outside for an important announcement. Motioning for the everyone, she leads the band of hunters outside to hear what's going on.

"Everybody!" McG says loudly, gaining everyone's attention. "In light of the accident last night, and in cooperation with the authorities, we're shutting down production for a few days."

"Thank God," Jaydra mutters. "Now maybe no more people will die."

"Yeah," Stiles agrees. "But what are we going to do now? We're back to square one."

Jaydra's eyes widened slightly, before moving over to a crew member, gaining a script of the movie. "Guys, look at this," she says, going to the Latin that's said about a quarter of the way in the movie. "Sam, does this look familiar? My Latin is still a bit broken."

The brunette brother's eyes widen a fraction. "This . . This is a necromantic summoning ritual. What the hell is this doing in a Hollywood movie?"

"Let's ask a writer," Dean says, snatching the script and begin to make his way into the movie studio.

"You guys go see the writer," Jaydra says, making Sam look back at her. "I'm going to look to see how many more ghosts could be here." Sam nods and takes off after Dean, as Jaydra turns to go back to the trailer where the group has set up a mini shop since viewing the Daily yesterday.

Scott grabs Jaydra's shoulder, making the girl look at him. "How did you think to look at the script?"

"Before Brad died, he was complaining about how he didn't understand how the Latin chant got the spirit to come back from Hell," Jaydra explained. "And I said it could have been a summoning spell. Guess I was right."

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As the three teenagers sat in the trailer looking over the papers of the deaths in Stage Nine, and there were a surprising amount, Jaydra's phone began to ring.

"Yeah?" the girl asks, immediately knowing it would be one of her brothers. She quickly pressed a button, putting the phone on speaker.

"Seems like the guys that complains how their ruining the movie, Walter, is the original screen writer," Dean says over the phone. "And he's pissed because the executives made it a crappy horror movie with sex."

"What was the original screenplay?" Stiles asked.

"It was actually pretty good," Dean hums. "If you wanted an how-to manual of conjuration."

Sam spoke up on the line next. "Yeah, it's like a textbook on how to summon ghosts and get them to do whatever you want."

Scott's brown eyes looked over at the phone. "Like kill people."

"And he's pissed at the people fro wrecking his movie," Stiles says.

Jaydra smirks slightly at how quickly Stiles and Scott were starting to think like hunters. "That's motive and means," the green eyed girl retorts. "Let's find Walter."

"But first let's stock up," Dean says, hanging up. "We'll meet you at the car."

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Stiles stared at the trunk of the Impala, just in complete shock and amazement. "Just . . . HOW?!" he says, picking up a stake that was sharpened at the tip, which was covered in dried blood. "How do you get all this stuff, and what would this be used on?"

"That was a stake we had for a Trickster," Sam says, shivering slightly at the thought of the annoying monster. The said Trickster ended up putting Sam and Dean against each other, much like a married couple.

"Trickster?" Scott says softly.

"Yeah, no time to talk about past hunts. Let's go kick some ghost ass!" Dean says, grabbing a sawed off shotgun, loaded with rock salt, from the trunk. "Everybody armed?"

"Yeah!" Jaydra chirps, pulling a weapon out of the Impala's trunk. She was now brandishing Ira, her Kusarigama.

Stiles just stares at her. "ARE YOU A FUCKING NINJA NOW?!"

The green eyed female opened her mouth to retort, but was cut off when a voice suddenly began screaming, followed by cries of "HELP!"

Snapping into action, the group raced towards the cries, to come upon the scene of the writer, Marty, being dragged towards the fans.

Jaydra rushed towards the ghost, swinging the iron made chain towards the ghost, making him disappear. Once the ghost was gone, Scott ran over and turned off the fan.

"You guys are some damn fine PA's," Marty pants, looking around the group.

"We know," Stiles says proudly, finally glad not being bossed around Marty and the others.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Walter cried out, obviously not expecting anyone to intervene.

Sam began walking towards the slightly startled screenwriter. "We could ask you the same thing, Walter." Still shaken, Walter begins to move up the scaffolding, with Sam still walking towards him. "Raising these spirits from the dead? Making them murder for you? That's playing with fire!"

"You don't understand!" Walter cried out. "You put your heart and soul into something, years of hard work! And then they take it, and crap all over it!" Walter glared over at Marty, who was now standing behind Dean and Jaydra. "And then . . . Then they want you to smile and say 'Thank you'."

"Walter, listen, it's just a movie," Jaydra says, somewhat understanding about the situation. She once felt this kind of hatred towards John when she first began traveling with him. Because of the hunting life, Jaydra could no longer go after the dream she had of dancing on Broadway. But that doesn't mean she was going to summon ghosts to kill her dad because of it.

Walter scoffs at bit at this, but looks over everyone. "Look guys . . . I've got nothing against you. You're not part of this, so just please leave," he says, his eyes narrowing at Marty. "But he stays."

"Sorry, can't do that," Scott says, standing up by Dean.

Dean smirks and looks at Walter. "It's not that we like him or anything. It's just a matter of principle."

Walter's shoulders slump at this. "Then I'm sorry too," he says before raising his talisman that's controlling all the spirits. Despite Sam's warning, Walter begins to chant in Latin, causing the set to begin to shake, and three spirits appear.

Dean's eyes widen slightly as he raises his shotgun as the spirits begin to walk towards the group.

"Oh God," Stiles mutters. "I'm dealing with ghosts . . . What do I do?!" he squeaks out as the mangled ghosts get closer. So naturally, Stiles says the first thing that comes to his mind. "THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!" Immediately after, the ghosts disappear, making Stiles' eyes widen. "Did I just win . . .?"

Suddenly, as if answering his question, Sam is thrown to the floor by an unseen force.

"NOPE! WE ARE STILL VERY MUCH IN DANGER!" Stiles cries out, running over to Scott.

"Let's move!" Jaydra calls out, motioning for everyone to head towards the set.

Finding a door, Dean just about rips the thing off of its hinges as he ushers everyone inside. But the place they just entered was nothing more than the building set for the cabin. That means there was completely open on the other wall.

"SON OF A PROTESTANT WHORE!" Jaydra screams when she realized that they have no shelter at this point. "What now? How are we going to fight something we can't see?!"

Marty, who was still trying to wrap his head around what just happened, mutters to himself, "I can't believe this . . . Ghosts are real!"

"Now, what makes you say that?" Stiles asks sarcastically, before his eyes widen and he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. Quickly, he opens the camera on his phone.

"What are you doing?" Marty asks as Stiles, shakily, moves up to Jaydra and Dean.

"If film cameras could pick up that lady in the dailies, then maybe the phone camera can help," the crafty teen says, scanning his phone around the room, before yelping when he sees a ghost going towards them. "JAY! THERE!"

Jaydra swings her chain from her weapon out, striking the ghost, making it disappear from Stiles' phone.

"Good idea, Stiles," Sam says, moving back towards the door. "I'm going after Walter."

"Same here," Jaydra says. And when Sam sends his sister a confused look, Jaydra just shrugs. "You don't have a weapon, brother dear."

"I'm coming too," Scott says. "I'm not needed here, and you never know, you might need some muscle."

Jaydra chuckles and takes off after Walter, with Scott by her side. They race to where Sam believes Walter will run out, guessing by the route he was taking.

It wasn't but a few minutes after they reach the back exit does Walter enter through the door, coming face to face with two hunters and a werewolf.

"It's over, Walter," Jaydra says, swinging the chain in small circles. "Give Sam the talisman."

Instead of listening to reason, Walter just glares at the three standing there and throws the talisman on the ground, shattering it. "THERE!" he cries out. "Now no one can have it."

The middle Winchester's eyes widened as he slowly began moving away. "I wouldn't have done that if I were you."

"And why's that?" Walter asked, clearly not understanding the gravity of the situation that he put himself in.

"Because you just freed them, dumbass," Jaydra hissed out, her nerves on edge as her green eyes darted around them. "We can't stop them now."

Suddenly, through the same door that Walter came through moments ago, enters Dean, Stiles, and Marty. The three of them looked confused, until Stiles volunteered the information.

"They just vanished," the teenager explained. "What happened?"

Sam ignored Stiles' question as he turned to face the angry screenwriter. "Walter," Sam began. "You brought them back, forced them to murder. They're not going to be happy with you."

"Yeah?" Walter scoffed, shrugging his shoulders a bit. "Why not?"

Suddenly, Walter falls to the ground and begins screaming in pain. As blood began to seep through his clothing, Jaydra turned and grabbed Stiles' phone. "Trust me, you don't want to see that."

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Jaydra glanced in her rear view mirror at the two boys sleeping the back seat of her Nissan Skyline, chuckling at how worn out the two were after hunting their very first ghosts.

After seeing Walter get torn apart by ghosts, Jaydra opted that she and her two classmates head back towards Beacon Hills to prepare for school starting back up soon. Fall break only lasts for so long.

Leaving the fabulous world of Hollywood behind, Jaydra reached down and turned on the radio, making sure to keep the volume down, as not to disturb her sleeping passengers.

The musical CD that the three jammed out too earlier in the week began to fill the car's silence with the music of a song from Wicked titled, "For Good."

AN:

Sorry for being MIA for a few weeks. The chapter wasn't exactly going the original way I planned it, so I took a bit of a break from writing to see if the whole thing would piece itself back. And it did. So I hope you all have a fantastic Thanksgiving, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.