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The next morning Sam is kneeling miserably in front of the toilet. Isabeau is standing behind him, holding his hair back and rubbing soft circles on his back, grimacing at the smell.
Isabeau didn't get much sleep last night. Even though she laid down with Sam, she was sort of watching over him all night and also knowing that a few rooms down was a shit ton of dolls didn't help one bit.
Dean enters and grins at the sight, "How you feeling, Sammy?" He asks loudly with a chuckle.
Sam groans again.
"I guess mixing whisky and Jäger wasn't such a gangbuster idea, was it?" Dean takes off his jacket.
"I'll bet you don't remember a thing from last night, do you?" Dean asks hopefully.
Sam groans, "Oh, I can still taste the tequila."
Dean smiles in relief, "You know, there's a really good hangover remedy- it's a, it's a greasy pork sandwich served up in a dirty ashtray."
Isabeau looks over, glaring at Dean's back at his comment.
Sam heaves, "Oh, I hate you."
"I know you do. Hey, turns out when Grandma Rose was a tyke, she had a Creole nanny who wore a hoodoo necklace." Dean walks over to the bathroom, turning away at the smell, "Ugh."
"So you think she taught Rose hoodoo?" Isabeau asks.
"Yes I do." Dean nods.
"All right." Sam stands painfully, "I think it's time we talked to Rose, then."
Dean grimaces, "Oh. You can brush your teeth first."
Isabeau nods in agreement, stepping out of the bathroom. No offense to Sam, but she did not want to kiss his lips after what he just did.
Sam, Isabeau and Dean approach the door marked 'PRIVATE' and knock.
"Hello? Susan?" Sam asks. Dean looks around furtively.
"Clear?"
"Mm-hmm." Dean hums.
Isabeau presses her hand up against the doorknob, eyes glowing violet. She whispers out a few words in latin and with a satisfying click, the door unlocks.
Sam, Isabeau and Dean enter the creepy doll room; Isabeau sticking very close to Sam as they pass.
They go to the door in the back; it's open, and they go through to find a dimly lit staircase. They creep upstairs and to the end of another hallway, into a small room whose door is ajar.
Rose is seated in a wheelchair facing the rainy window, her back to them.
They approach cautiously. "Mrs. Thompson? Mrs. Thompson?" Sam calls out cautiously.
Rose is trembling, staring at nothing. "Rose? Hi, Mrs. Thompson, we're not here to hurt you, it's okay-" Sam says.
She does not respond, just trembles harder. "Rose?" Isabeau frowns moving away from Rose.
Sam speaks quietly, "Dean." Him and Dean walk over to Isabeau, "This woman's had a stroke."
"Yeah, but hoodoo's hands-on, I mean, you've got to mix herbs, and chant, and build an altar." Dean says.
Isabeau nods, "Yeah. So it can't be Rose. Hey, maybe it's not even hoodoo."
"Or she could be faking."
"Yeah, what are you gonna do, poke her with a stick?" Isabeau asks sarcastically. Dean frowns, nodding. "Dean! You're not gonna poke her with a stick!" Isabeau scolds.
Susan enters the room, "What the hell?! What are you doing in here?"
Sam shakes his head, "Oh, we just wanted to talk to Rose…"
Dean overlaps Sam, "Well, the door was open…"
Isabeau decided to stay quiet, knowing whatever she says is not going to get them out of this situation.
Susan goes over to Rose, "Look at her, she is scared out of her wits. I want you out of my hotel in two minutes or I'm calling the cops."
The three leave without hesitation.
Susan walks outside and places a box in the trunk of a small red car parked outside. Sherwin pulls up in a red pickup truck, "I can lug those boxes for you." Sherwin offers.
"I got it, Sherwin, thanks." Susan says with a smile.
Sherwin nods, "Okay then. See you later." He drives off.
Tyler winds up a toy and watches it go back and forth. The miniature swingset beside her starts moving on its own and she stares at it.
On the playground, the wind blows, and Susan stares as the full-sized swingset also begins moving on its own.
She approaches the playground cautiously; all the playsets are moving, and the car starts behind her. She lays a hand on the teeter-totter to stop it.
Everything starts moving faster, and suddenly the car revs its engine and comes straight at her. At the last moment Isabeau appears, tackling her out of the way, "Are you okay?" Isabeau asks.
Susan nods, "I think so."
Sam and Dean come running up to the women, "Come on, come on. Let's get inside, let's go." Dean says and they help Susan into the inn.
Isabeau, Sam and Dean guide Susan into the bar and to a table. "Whisky." Susan simply says.
"Sure. I know the feeling." Sam says,going over to the bar.
"What the hell happened out there?" Susan asks Dean and Isabeau.
"You want the truth?" Isabeau asks.
"Of course."
Dean sighs, "Well, at first we thought it was some sort of hoodoo curse, but that out there? That was definitely a spirit."
Sam hands her a glass of whisky, "Here."
"You're insane." Susan tells him.
"Yeah, it's been said."
Sam glances at Dean and addresses Susan, "Look, I'm sorry, Susan. We don't exactly have time to ease you into this, but we need to know when your mother had the stroke."
Susan downs her whisky in one go, "What does that have to do with any—"
"Just answer the question."
"About a month ago." She says.
"Right before the killings began." Sam looks at Dean and Isabeau, "See? So what if Rose was working hoodoo, but not to hurt anyone. To protect them."
"She was using the five spot urns to ward off the spirit." Dean adds.
Isabeau nods, "Right, until she had a stroke and she couldn't anymore." She concludes.
Susan shakes her head, "I don't believe this."
"Listen, sister, that car didn't try to run you down by itself, okay? I mean, I guess it did, technically, but, but the spirit can- forget it."
Isabeau interrupts, taking a seat, "Look, believe what you want. But the fact is you and your family are in danger, all right? So you need to clear everybody out of here: your employees, your mother, your daughters, everyone."
Susan pauses, "Um, I only have one daughter."
"One?" Isabeau asks as the three look at her confused.
"I thought Tyler had a sister named Maggie." Dean recalls.
"Maggie's imaginary."
Sam grits his teeth, "Where's Tyler?"
Maggie is standing in front of a terrified Rose, "She's going to stay here with me. And you can't stop me. There's nothing you can do about it." Maggie tells Rose.
Tyler enters the room, "Maggie, don't! You're not supposed to bother grandma."
"I know. Come on. Let's play." Maggie smiles.
"Can we have a tea party?" Tyler asks.
Maggie walks to Tyler, "We can have lots of tea parties. Forever and ever and ever."
Susan leads Sam, Isabeau and Dean up to the playroom. "Tyler!" Susan calls out.
They go into the room; the floor is littered with broken dolls. At that moment, Isabeau repressed her fears. When it came to children, Isabeau was able to put away her own shit and focus on making sure that children stayed safe.
Susan starts to panic, "Oh my god. Tyler." Susan runs out of the room and the three look around the room, "Tyler!" She comes back, "She's not here!"
Isabeau turns to Susan, "Susan. Tell us what you know about Maggie."
Susan stutters, "Uh, not much. Um, Tyler's been talking about her since Mom got sick."
Sam nods, "Okay, did you ever know anyone by that name?"
"Uh, no…"
"Think, think, I mean, somebody that could have lived here, might have passed away?" Dean gives her options to choose from.
Susan pauses, "Oh my god. My mom. My mom had a sister named Margaret. She barely spoke about her."
"Did Margaret happen to die here when she was a kid?" Isabeau asks, her heart racing in fear. Not from the dolls, but from the fear of Tyler getting hurt.
"She drowned in the pool." Susan says.
The three exchange a knowing look, "Come on." Dean orders.
Susan, Sam, Isabeau and Dean run through the gardens to the pool house. They reach the door and pound on it, seeing Tyler hanging on the ledge above the pool.
The doors locked tight, and Sam, Isabeau and Dean start pounding at the glass to break it.
"Tyler!" Susan shouts for her daughter. They pound on the door more.
"Tyler!"
Tyler turns to look at her mother, "Mommy!"
Maggie grabs her wrist and pulls her forward; she falls into the pool with a scream.
"Is there another entrance?" Dean asks.
"Around back." Susan answers.
"All right, let's go." Dean tells Susan. He turns to Isabeau and Sam, "Keep working."
As they run around the building, Sam and Isabeau continue to pound at the door. Sam looks back and sees a large potted plant. He pulls the plant out, picks up the heavy pot, and starts pounding the door with it.
Inside, Tyler flounders in the water, coming up for a second, but Maggie pushes her head down.
Dean approaches the back door and holds Susan aside, "Stand back."
He front-kicks the door, twice, but it hardly budges, "Son of a bitch!"
As Maggie holds Tyler's head under the water, a wavering voice calls her from above, "Margaret. Margaret!" Rose's voice calls out.
Sam finally breaks through the glass and Isabeau wriggles through the opening. "Beau!" Sam screams as Isabeau runs.
Without hesitation, Isabeau leaps over the railing and into the pool. She pushes past the plastic covering the pool to reach Tyler, lifting her in her arms. She is unconscious.
Dean breaks through the back door and he, Susan and Sam rush in to meet Isabeau as she places Tyler on the side of the pool.
Isabeau places a hand on Tyler's chest and briefly, her eyes flash violet. After a tense moment, Tyler coughs and wakes up.
Susan pulls Tyler into her arms, "Thank god! Thank god, thank god."
Isabeau pushes her damp hair out of her face, sharing a look with Sam and Dean and they look back at the mother and daughter.
"Mommy!" Tyler says.
"Yeah, baby, I'm here." Susan reassures her.
"Tyler, do you see Maggie anywhere?" Isabeau asks.
Tyler looks around and shakes her head, "No, she's gone."
Isabeau looks back at Sam and Dean and sighs.
"You'd really do that for me?" Maggie asks, standing in front of Rose, "Yes. If you did, I'd let them go. But I don't understand. You kept me away for so long. I thought you didn't love me anymore."
Maggie reaches forward and caresses Rose's cheek, "Okay, little sister."
Susan holds Tyler close to her as they go up towards Rose's room. "Don't worry, honey, we're leaving in two minutes, we've just got to get Grandma." Susan says.
"I don't get it, did Maggie just stop?" Dean asks.
Sam shrugs, "Seems like it."
Isabeau nods in agreement and looks down at her body; she's absolutely drenched.
"Well, where the hell did she go?"
Upstairs, Susan screams. They go running up to Rose's room to find her slumped in her wheelchair, dead.
The three stand outside the hotel, Isabeau was no longer wet; thanks to her fire and with the time that passed, she was able to get dry. They watch as the paramedics wheel Rose's corpse into the Coroner's van.
The three walk over to Susan, "Paramedics said it was another stroke. Do you think... Margaret could have had something to do with it?" She asks them.
Dean purses his lips, "We don't know."
Isabeau nods, "But it's possible, yeah." She pauses, "Susan, I'm sorry."
Susan shakes her head, "You have nothing to apologize for. You've given me everything."
She looks down at Tyler as she comes out, "Ready to go, kiddo?"
Tyler nods, "Yeah."
"Now Tyler, you're sure Maggie's not around anymore?" Dean asks.
"I'm sure. I'd see her." Tyler responds. Susan and Tyler walk over to the taxi and the three follow.
Dean nods, "I guess whatever's going on must be over."
Isabeau holds the taxi door for Susan, "You two take care of yourselves, all right?"
Before getting in the taxi, she turns and gives Isabeau a full-body hug. Isabeau takes the hug, giving her a comforting pat on the back. Dean and Sam raise their brows at the exchange.
Susan pulls away, "Thank you. All of you." Susan climbs into the taxi and Isabeau shuts the door behind her.
Dean wraps an arm around her shoulders and Sam wraps and arm around her waist. "Trying to get some MILF action there, Beau?"
Isabeau laughs sarcastically, "Ha-ha. No thank you."
Dean smiles, "Well, you saved the mom, you saved the girl. Not a bad day. 'Course you know, we could have saved 'em ourselves, but we didn't want you to feel useless."
Sam rolls his eyes, "Don't listen to him, Beau. You did great."
Isabeau smiles, placing two kisses on each of their cheeks, "Damn right I did."
There's a silence between the three of them as they part, Sam and Isabeau to the passenger side and Dean to the driver's side of the impala.
"Feels good getting back in the saddle, doesn't it?" Dean asks Sam.
Sam sighs, "Yeah, it does. But it doesn't change what we talked about last night, Dean." Isabeau looks down, totally forgetting about last night.
Dean stares at him, "We talked about a lot of things last night."
"You know what I mean."
"You were wasted."
"But you weren't. And you promised." Sam repeats.
Isabeau sighs, opening the passenger door and slides in, Sam following.
Dean gets into the impala as well, flicking his eyes towards Sam in worry and they pull away from the inn.
Isabeau sits on a chair, staring out the motel window, watching the lightning light up the night sky and smiling when she hears the downpour of the rain and rolling thunder. She changed out of her clothing, just wearing her black lace bra and underwear and one of her plaid button-ups that she never actually did button up.
Sam pulls up another chair across from her, and takes a seat, staring at Isabeau as she looks out the window. His hair was slightly damp and he was dressed in his own pajamas, just coming out of the shower a few minutes prior and Dean was in there now.
"You're never going to promise, are you?" Sam asks.
Isabeau sighs, lifting her legs and lays them across Sam's lap. Sam's hands immediately land on her bare legs, rubbing them softly.
"Sam… I will never promise something like that for as long as I live. I asked my coven the exact same thing and they said no. And it's the same for each and every one of them." Isabeau explains.
Isabeau huffs, "You know that there's a time in my life that I wasn't fully me and it led me down a path where I almost killed the people I love. I begged and begged for them to kill me, Sam."
Sam's hands tighten slightly, "But they didn't."
Isabeau hums, nodding, "They knew that it wasn't really me doing those terrible things. It was my addiction; twisting and turning me into something I'm not."
She turns to Sam, a few tears falling down her face, "And there's always a chance of me falling back down that hole. And it scares me more than ever now that I'm with you and Dean."
Sam shakes his head, "I know you would never hurt us, Isabeau. Just like I would never hurt you. Same goes for Dean… We won't let you fall down that hole again, Beau."
Isabeau smiles weakly, "Then believe me when I say, that you will never need to be killed, Sam. Because no matter what, you could never be a monster, not to me."
Sam stares at Isabeau for a few seconds. He nods, "Okay… Come here." He holds his hand out to Isabeau.
She takes it and Sam pulls her into his lap sideways. She lays her head in the crook of Sam's neck and Sam wraps his arms around her, "I love you." Sam whispers.
"I love you." Isabeau whispers back.
The two sit in silence, staring out the window.
Though the silence is broken sometime later as Dean steps out of the bathroom in his own pajamas and smiles at his brother and Isabeau. The event of the day washing away just for this moment.
Dean walks over to the two, "I'm stealing." Dean hooks one of his arms under Isabeau's knees and the other hooking around her waist, picking her up in his arms and away from Sam.
Sam gives Dean a look as he sits down across from him in the chair that Isabeau previously sat in. Isabeau laughs, laying her head in the same spot she did with Sam.
"Oh, by the way. I have something I need to implement." Isabeau speaks up.
Dean and Sam look down at her, "Yeah? What's that?" Dean asks.
Isabeau bites her lip, "Since you two made me go into that room filled with the creepy dolls… no sex for either of you for the next week."
She was met with silence and the deadpan stares from both boyfriends. "What?" They ask in unison.
Isabeau shrugs, even though she loved it when they talked together, she pushed it into the back of her mind for now, "No sex for one week. Punishment for making me step foot in that room."
"B-but, Beau." Dean stutters out, him and Sam sharing a look of mild panic. Sex wasn't everything to their relationship, but was an added bonus.
"Hey, you two did it to yourselves, plus I said no sex, I didn't say no having a little fun. I'm not that evil…" She thinks for a second, "Well, I can be."
Sam and Dean share a look; they could last a week without sex… hopefully… maybe… probably not, but they were gonna try. But, Isabeau did say they could still have fun, and they were going to turn the tables on Isabeau.
Sorry I've been gone for a while, had a busy last couple of days. Sunday, the 19th, was my 20th birthday (Yes I share the same birthday as Jared Padalecki) (Also Benedict Cumberbatch by the way). Plus I've been dealing with college for the fall semester and I have like a full semester, not to mention also spent over $550 for watercolor and oil painting supplies! Yay for art school! It's so expensive. Plus, my family doesn't really want me to work during this crazy time because of my health problems so I'm really tight on money. Yay! But I hope things are going well for you guys!
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Hope you all enjoyed!