Chrysalis

By 7sTar

Author's notes: In fact this is my second English story and I finished it three weeks ago but I quitted posting it because I read some criticism in livejournal by someone who don't like OC, which really hurt me, as a beginner. I have no American or European life experience, and my English is poor, I just wanna share my ideas with those who love the show Supernatural. Though maybe it didn't turn out as I intended I still tried to express my ideas well and to learn to write. I received several emails asking me if I'll finished my unfinished stories, I want to because they're my efforts. I'll continue update some of my stories after New Year. Great thanks to those who like my stories and sent me reviews and emails. And Happy New Year to ALL here.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Sam and Dean, I just write this for fun. Please don't sue me.

Chap4 Magician Shop

Sam and Dean waited a long time before the Millers came back. The couples seemed very tired, refused to talk about their daughter when Dean told them he and Sam were dealing with study of adolescent behaviors.

"You guys think it's funny?" The irritated father yelled at them, "My daughter's dead! Dead! Get out of here!"

"All right, all right," Dean swung his hands to the Millers, pulled Sam to leave.

"Mr. Miller, I'm sorry for your daughter," Sam said sincerely, "I'm studying at Stanford. I felt pity for Stanford to lose such an excellent student. Sorry to bother you." Then he turned his back following Dean to their car.

"Wait!" Mrs. Miller called out.

Dean eyed Sam as "You make it."

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"Oh, I love diary," Swee opened Jennifer's diary which was only several pages in handwriting. So she added, "No matter long or short."

"Girls like writing diary." Dean smirked, at the mean time winked at his brother, who was reading the diary as well.

"I'm not that girl," Swee grinned at the handsome guy who looked like had nothing to do with the stuff. She shook her head to Sam and took out of Jolie's diary for contrast.

"Jennifer just wrote about the worm." Sam said, "Before it she didn't write diary."

"That's enough," Swee said pointing to the page she turned to Sam, "Look, the contents are so similar."

All of a sudden, Dean bounced up from his soft chair and strode over the bed where his brother was lying, caught one diary from Swee's hands and the other one was caught by Sam.

"6.24th. I found a worm chiseled in my body from my ear when I was sleeping," Sam read Jolie's diary, "I thought it's just my dream."

"The first day, a worm crept into my mouth when I was sleeping." Dean read the other, "It got me sick but I think I was just dreaming."

"6.25th. I saw the worm wriggling under the skin of my wrist when I cut cake for the clients. It's nuts, my knife dropped to the floor."

"The second day, I saw something squirming inside my wrist in my handcraft class. I'm scared, but didn't tell anyone about it. It looked like a worm"

"6.26th. I can't sleep. I felt the worm crept through my body, from my arm to my neck. I wanna tell Eric in the mails, but I didn't. I won't let him worry."

"The third day, I saw it reached my neck and settled down there when I'm washing my face. I'm frightened. Mom noticed I was not well, but I lied to her that I ate wrong food."

"Do you notice?" Swee asked the two brothers, "Jolie wrote seven pieces before she died while Jennifer five."

"Yeah. Seems what they mentioned in their diariesis the same thing." Sam nodded, "Worm?"

"I think it's like some magic or curse." Replied Dean, "But who did it? I can't see any relationship between these two girls."

"Right, Jolie's in Seattle while Jennifer in Woodinville." Swee rolled her eyes and Sam continued her word, "They have different backgrounds."

"Huh, smart guys, they're both in Washington and the two places not far from each other, isn't it?" Dean blinked his eyes from Sam to Swee.

"Gee, you're even smarter," Swee patted the elder Winchester boy on the back.

"So, this is our business, right?" Sam rose up from the bed, looked at his brother.

"Of course," Dean replied with a languid drawl, "I wonna know what the hell is that worm."

"Ok, pretty boy, now I owe you nothing." Swee broke out a long breath.

"And I don't need you kill you." Sam added.

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The next day they still had no idea what they can do next. As usual, they drove around in the town to look for something seemed strange and inquiry about some local legends. It's a beautiful and peaceful small town, people in the shops or bars talked about everything except paranormal things. The group felt disappointed. "I can't wait until another kill happens. We must do something, we must stop it." Swee yelled at her partners.

"Sometimes you must wait," Dean said, slowly driving his car along the street, "I'm sure there's some magic about the worm, but for what? And we don't know if it's the same one did it or not."

"Curse, most for revenge as a result of envy, hatred or greed." Sam said, "Jennifer is outstanding, I think someone is jealous about her."

"Oh, Sammy, you have the same experience?" Dean chuckled; he didn't know why he liked to find every chance he could to piss off his brother.

Sam gave his bro a death stare, "It's girls' game." And Swee nodded to Dean, "Right. I think girls more like magic than boys."

"Honey, if you're not with us I'd suppose you're the murderer," Dean made a big smirk at the girl, "But Jolie.. en, she's a normal girl."

"NORMAL in your eyes," Swee rolled her eyes, slapped Dean on the shoulder, "And don't call me honey."

"Ok, sweetheart." Dean whistled.

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"Look, what's that?" Sam pointed to a small house outside of the car when they drove to a remote street of the town.

"Magician shop?" Dean laughed, turned his head back at Swee, "Did you hear of it before?"

"Yeah, just something like toys," Swee said, "Whatever, we'd better take a look of it."

"This is what I'm thinking," Dean killed the engine, "The town is funny."

The house was a small shop decorated with all sorts of odd stuffs, looked funny and mysterious. Swee sharply screamed out and leapt to Dean who was walking behind her, her arms and legs cuddled him tightly. Sam couldn't help bursting out a laugh as he saw a huge black spider crawling on her head. He pulled it off and swung it in front of Swee's face, "Hey, it's fake!"

The scared girl left Dean, frowned at the spider. Dean rolled his eyes then burst into laugh as well not forgetting to ran aside before her fist fell on his chest. The handsome boy blinked at her and hissed, "Don't touch me! You ran into me yourself."

"Hello, children." An old black man (I wanna it be Morgan Freeman) came out from the back room greeted them, "Welcome to uncle Tom's magician world."

"Ha," Swee widened her eyes, "I always thought a magician was a granny."

"You must have never watched The Lord of the Rings!" Dean pissed her off then turned to the old man, "Uncle Tom?"

"Right," Tom smiled to them, "What do you want?"

"It's so awesome," Sam gasped in admiration, his eyes twinkled at the sight of what he saw, "I've never seen so many interesting things."

"Some is my collection from every corners in the world," old Tom said proudly, "The others were made by myself, coming from my imagination or inspired by something in the fairytales and legends."

"Good incomes?" Asked Dean, walked around in the room, looking for something he was interested in.

"No, only Halloween is the exception," Old Tom said, "I run it for fun, not for money."

Sam and Swee looked carefully at everything in the shop. They could assure most of them were just toys. Sam noticed a steel box on the top of the shelf, dusted, seemed long time no one to touch it. He took it down, breath away the dust.

"Ha, boy, you found my jewel," Tom walked over to Sam, "I found them in Japanese thirty years ago."

"What's in it?" Sam asked curiously.

"Open it!"

Dean and Swee stepped over to them. Sam opened the box. They saw in it were several flimsy books which looked old, yellow and broken.

"What? This is your jewel?" Sam couldn't help frowning, the box disappointed him as well as his brother and Swee..

"Believe it or not, these books recorded some ancient Japanese curses. Someone told me they're efficacious."

Dean eyed his bro and his lady partner significantly. They all located there eyes on the face of the old man wanting him to keep on talking about it but Tom said nothing any more.

Swee insisted on getting to the bottom of the matter, which was also the thought of her partners. She asked, "Did someone try it?"

"No, as far as I know." Old Tom smiled at them, "Don't be scared, children. It's just a story."

"Then did someone buy the book before?" Dean asked.

"You're inquiring me, young man." The old man snorted.

"Just asking," Dean smirked, "I'm very curious."

"Someone did buy it," The old man thought it over for a while, "Two months ago."

Dean exchanged the eyes with Sam and Swee. Sam opened the books, rapidly skimmed them then pouted his lips: they were in Japanese.

"I'll buy them all." Swee said nodding to the Winchester brothers but meeting Dean's white eyes with a mouthed "You're nuts!"

"Huh, now I think about it, it's also a girl bought my book. I took notice the school badge on her clothes."