Silent
Chapter 2
By : Swissalo
Started : 10/11/05
Finished : 10/13/05

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Staring up at the quaint two story house, you almost couldn't believe that something terrifying haunted the white house with its blue shutters and picket fence garden border. But from every instance, every story, the timeline from which the murders happened they were just too exact to be anything but the truth. Something haunted the little house and it constantly and repeatedly murdered families. But they all started in 1988, when Biddy turned eight and when Biddy stopped talking.

The only other thing that the children who had survived only to die later were the odd burns that went around their necks. But Biddy wore a necklace, nothing like the neck burns those children had received. Dean stopped at that thought, Biddy wore a necklace.

"I'm going to go talk to Biddy again tomorrow." Sam spoke as he stared up at the seemingly normal house. He had more questions for the girl and since he had gotten more of a response from her in the short time they had talked to her, he thought it might help. Time to put those classes of his to the test.

"Find." Dean grunted as she stepped over the yellow police tape. Not waiting to see if his little brother would follow after him. As much of a help as Biddy could be, he didn't think she could help them anymore; but it was more because her dead eyes bothered him. But if Sam could get her to trust them maybe she could help with this mystery. Though it wouldn't be him she would trust, he had already gotten the feeling that something around her hadn't like his presence near Biddy. Though he had been unable to tell Sam as his baby brother had been drawn to Biddy for the same reason he hadn't.

xXx

Biddy stood off to the side, away from the institution's other residents. She was looking off into the distance, just staring at nothing, or at least nothing anyone could see except her. Sam already knew that there was more to Biddy than just being the soul survivor of a demonic attack. Pocketing the keys to Dean's car, he walked down the deck stairs and slowly made his way towards Biddy. The desk nurse had thought he was insane for coming back, but had granted him admittance to see the young woman who had lost sixteen years of her life to the demon Dean was trying to deal with. Sam might not have started out enjoying this case, but something about Biddy had put him at ease. Something he hadn't felt in a long time.

Moving to stand beside the silent woman, Sam welcomed the calm that radiated off her. he knew he had a job to do but right now he just wanted to do nothing, Biddy would talk in her own way. Watching out of the corner of his eye as Biddy stared at the rose bushes, he was more than surprised to see faint lights jumping from the blooms. Turning his full attention to the roses, he didn't see Biddy freeze up.

Biddy for all she was worth, understood why these two men were trying to help. Raven had told her about them since he had come into her life eighteen years ago. She felt sorry for them, for the life they had to live, but stopping the supernatural and knowing about it and dreaming about it were two different things. Being caught unaware when Aunt Mima died a year after Raven appeared and a year before Celesta and the house demon came. Biddy was unaware on everything Aunt Mima was suppose to teach her, everything that Celesta her good spirit had to do.

Biddy always knew from the first nightmare of fire and blood when she was three that something about her family was different. To learn later from Aunt Mima that she came from a line of "spirit talkers" was confusing for her five year old self to comprehend but torment on her now twenty-four year old person. But from what Celesta and later the vicious Gaven said she was the first to be Daimon Sided in the spirit world. That had the house demon not have broken out and Aunt Mima not have died she would never have had the neutral Celesta in her corner. Thought the young green will-o-wisp was happy to provide her services to Biddy, to help numb the dreams Gaven sent her and the stories Raven told her.

Letting her grey eyes follow the movement of the black wisp as it floated towards her, Biddy lowered her eyes as she waited for the last wisp to appear before her. He would introduce himself and she would have the full court of will-o-wisp connections, she would fully be Daimon Sided in the Spirit world. This new wisp was completely Daimon Sided and would bring with him more nightmares and more horror stories than even the silver Gaven who was just as Daimon Sided as the new wisp or the purplish blue Raven who was a neutral that leaned Daimon Sided.

Celesta would not be able to counter the stories these three told with her neutral almost spirit sided stories. Biddy knew that Raven never like to tell her everything, but he knew that she needed to know about the Winchester family, though they weren't to know of her until the time was right. Which was why John Winchester never came to Townstead to solve the supernatural mystery, it would have opened a can of worms so great that the entire spirit world would have been at war. Gaven loved giving her the prophecies, being completely Daimon Sided he was sadistical to an extreme, even if he was loyal to her, he never lied and everything he showed her came true.

Feeling a hand on her shoulder, Biddy almost flinched before realizing that Sam had also noticed the new wisp making his way towards them. Granted he probably didn't realize what she was yet, two cases in one. Though the wisps couldn't be dealt with like a demon could or an enraged spirit, they never left until their guided died. But a lot about the wisps were never know, even to those with the Winchester's amount of knowledge, the only knowledge they had were on the swamp wisps not the spirit world ones. Celesta said it was about protection for the Winchesters and for her, Biddy neither cared nor understood.

As soon as the three lights had vanished, Sam had turned his attention back to Biddy, only to find the woman was staring at a single point on the horizon, a single point that was moving at a slow butterfly like rate, but still moving towards them. He had only seen will-o-wisps once in his life and they had never been the friendliest types, having lead his family around in circles for several hours before they had tired of them and left. But the small green one nearly sang of joy, the ease that he had felt before was with this little wisp. He could probably just probably pin the other two lights on Dean's discomfort with Biddy, those two were definitely the dark ones of the little group; and this one seemed to be the darkest of them all.

Turning Biddy to face him, Sam noticed that her grey eyes were set, she understood what was happening even if he himself didn't. It looked like he was going to spend some more time scouring Dad's journal to try and figure this out, Dean would believe him but was wrapped up with the house demon. Sam almost stumbled when the black light appeared between him and Biddy, but he watched in silence as Biddy greeted the little black and red light with a butterfly like touch. Narrowing his eyes Sam replayed the scene, some bizarre bonding action had just taken place and Biddy's eyes had darkened again. Almost like the dark ones caused her soul to darken as they bonded.

"Biddy, I want to take you to your old house." Sam spoke softly as he led Biddy over to an old oak tree. Letting the woman slump to the ground, he stood towering over her already small form. It seemed everything he had achieved with Biddy the other day was just that. She looked like the lifeless doll that bothered Dean. Glancing around the yard, Sam let his eyes wander over to a group of young children who were in the institution for reasons he could never fathom. But they were screaming happily as they played jump rope and hopscotch and tag. It was a depressing scene, these were things that he never got to do as a child. Everything was about the supernatural, helping others, learning as they went. Nothing was we'll live here and go out every so often. It was constant moving from city to city never having a place to call home because it was too dangerous.

Sometimes Sam didn't see the reason to keep doing this, it was an impossible feat, there were always going to be supernatural things happening, but he never knew if they were going to find their father. If they could get Biddy to talk, she knew something because something about those paintings had felt off, though every test he tried came back negative.

So lost in his musing he didn't feel Biddy take his hand as he continued to watch the children play in the next field.

xXx

Dean was almost ready to call it a day, the demon was in that house, he'd felt it the moment he had walked through the door. It was an extremely pissed off being, not because Biddy had lived; like the plane crashing poltergeist, but it was pissed off at something. But he had let Sam have his car, he had regretted it the moment he had watched his black '67 Chevy Impala drive off without him in it. He felt lost without knowing his car was within running distance should he need something in the trunk. But it was miles away at the institution with Sam, and his brother didn't have a cell phone.

"Fuck." Dean muttered as he walked around the deserted house once more, all he needed was to find whatever object the demon was tied to and destroy it. Because it was improvable for a demon of this strength and power to just haunt this one house, especially a murderous one, they liked to move around. Much as he wanted to deny it, they were going to need Biddy's help, something about her had drawn the creature out before her presence could probably do it again.

From the police reports he knew where Biddy's parents were killed and every other adult the demon had killed. The children lived, were taken in to police custody and died days later, but the same thing had happened with Biddy and she had lived. But she never talked, they hadn't questioned the children at the department from any of the reports he had. Though, Dean thought, it didn't stop the children from talking to someone. From what the doctors had said, Biddy stopped talking all together, so she had probably followed the demon's instructions. But, he reckoned, she probably knew what or where the item that kept the creature sealed to the house was located.

Surveying the master bedroom once more, Dean froze when he heard a car rumble to a stop in the driveway. Turning around, he slowly eased himself into the hallway before sliding into one of the smaller rooms and over to the window. The blinds had been shut by the cops days before when they suspected that it was possible that the murderer might come back, though he never did. Police were idiots sometimes, Dean snorted before slowly lifting the blinds. He was relieved to see that it was his car in the driveway with his brother still sitting in the stationary vehicle. From his vantage point, it looked like Sam was talking to someone, but he could see no one else in the car with his baby brother. Letting the parted blinds fall, Dean went to collect his stuff before booting his brother out of the driver's seat so he could slide behind the wheel of his car.

Making his way into the basement, Dean stopped to survey the cluttered storage room, shaking his head Dean threw his bag out of the window he had used to enter the house before hoisting himself up. Grumbling about the squeeze, Dean stood up and dusted the dirt off his leather jacket before turning to close the window. Picking up his bag, Dean started walking towards the front of the house, mulling over everything that he had figured out.

Dean stopped as he listened to his brother's voice filter over the wind, Sam was trying to coax someone to do something. Heading around the corner of the house, Dean was more than surprised to see that he had been correct in believing that someone else had been in the car with Sam.