A/N: Glad everyone is enjoying!
Mayume Uchiha: Actually…my character 'Amy' is based off one of my close friends.
2nd A/N: Well, I guess I'll take the time and give a little background on how I created 'Amy'. My friend Laura is a twenty-two-year-old art student at UCLA! (So proud of her). Her middle name is Amy. She loves the show Supernatural and I kinda dedicate everything I do in life to her. My descriptions of Amy in the stories are actual descriptions of Laura. She is graduating in May – can't wait – and she plans on being a high school art teacher. AND when she was about twelve or thirteen, she received a black belt in taekwondo. So 'Amy' basically is Laura. (Plus, she's absolutely in love with Jensen Ackles).
Trying to update as fast as I can!
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Chapter Five – New Case
Sam awoke to the sound of the door slamming. His eyes opened to see Dean, full dressed, drop his card key on the table nearby. His brother carried a white lunch bag and brought it toward Sam.
"Complimentary doughnuts, eat up," Dean plainly said. He stared at Sam for a moment, eying his worn and dull composition.
He continued to lie in bed and watched as Dean placed the bag of pastries on the table.
"Did you sleep?" he asked.
Sam grunted slowly and replied meekly, "Sort of. I think it was just a nightmare."
"Pretty bad nightmare," Dean noted, "since you fell in the shower …unless you were having a nightmare and for some reason subconsciously you wanted to take a shower…"
"Dean, I'm fine," Sam whispered. He slowly sat up in bed and the white sheet slid off his slender, somewhat-muscular body.
Dean, seeing Sam was fully prepared to avoid the subject further, merely smiled and ordered, "Put a shirt on. We have a female in the next room."
He noticed Amy's conjoining door was closed and he could see a shadow move across the floor.
Dean wore a gray military-type T-shirt and his regular, rough-looking denim jeans. He took off the leather jacket he was wearing and tossed it onto the second bed (his bed).
Sam leaned his back against the bed headboard. He took in a deep breath and reached around and touched his lower back.
"Sounded like you had a hard fall," Dean mumbled, turning on the T.V.
Sam grunted again at the momentary pain he felt when he pressed against the blue-purple bruise on his back.
The conjoining door was heard opening and Amy soon revealed herself.
She wore a checkered-blue flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to below the elbow. Her jeans were tight around her legs and waist, truly revealing her ballerina body. The shirt she wore was up a bit so barely a centimeter could be seen of her stomach.
Finishing her outfit with blue fuzzy house slippers, Amy walked toward the guys and crossed her arms over her chest.
"How you doing, Sam?" Amy asked cautiously.
"My back's sore," Sam replied. He smiled and repeated, "I'm fine. Don't worry about it."
Amy turned to Dean and explained, "Just so you know…that kid, Philip, he's being released from the hospital today. I'd rather talk to him there than go up to his house."
"We're still not even sure what to ask or what to investigate," Dean sighed. "But we'll try. If your little spidey senses are accurate…"
Amy smiled happily and stuck her hands in the back pockets of her faded jeans.
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Sam was in the shower while Dean was on Amy's laptop doing more background checking on the wolf attack. There were no updates about any search for the creature that attacked Philip O'Conner.
He sat on the bed with his back against the headboard.
Amy returned back to the room, sticking her cell phone in her pocket.
"Anything perking up your abnormal-senses?" Amy asked.
Dean, still typing away at the computer, shook his head and narrowed his eyes at the screen.
"The only thing we have to go on is that the girl claimed to hear the wolf talk to her…" Dean muttered. His eyes looked up and focused on Amy.
"So…" Dean asked slowly. "Ever since we left Evanston…you've been…picking up better psychic perception?"
"Yeah…" Amy said slowly. "I think it was after the whole sort-of-dying thing…and after seeing your mom and Jessica…I guess it was the whole experience that changed everything…the day you guys left…even when you were still there…I could pick out your feelings and emotions…at first it was difficult when I couldn't control it…I mean…it wasn't fun knowing what my male students thought around me…" She laughed "But I did get control of it…luckily. So now I use it whenever I need to…grading papers…things like that."
"You pick out feelings?"
"Uh huh," Amy responded. "It's sort of like…according to the old woman, Mrs. Forrester, she says that my own feelings and emotions are on a higher level than other people's…so my feelings and emotions can detect other peoples' feelings and emotions…and I get feelings about things…and there you go…psychic me…I should write a book…"
Dean smiled and cocked his head. He focused back to the laptop while Amy sat at the table. She waited patiently for Sam to prepare for the day and for Dean to continue his research.
Several minutes passed before Dean took his eyes off the screen again.
"So…" Dean asked slowly. "How was Michael after the whole…"
Amy, who had been staring toward the window, looked at Dean and blinked blankly.
"So…what happened to the dear Doctor Granger?" he asked again. He at least tried to be sarcastic.
But apparently failed.
She bobbed her head and bit her lip. "We didn't talk until about a week-and-a-half…after he had the surgery on his knee…to make a long story short-"
The bathroom door and Sam came out fully dressed with somewhat wet hair. He wore the regular baggy jeans and a long sleeve brown shirt with a rigid brown jacket over it.
"Ready?" Sam asked.
Amy, pausing at her words, smiled and nodded, "'Kay, lets go. I'll go and get my coat."
She stood up and left to go back to her room.
Dean stared after her and closed the laptop.
"What?" Sam asked, grinning slightly. "I definitely picked up an awkward vibe…"
"Maybe it's just gas," Dean replied quickly, getting off the bed and checking his keys in his pocket.
"Oh c'mon…" Sam muttered.
"Here I am," Amy announced, returning wearing a blue jean jacket.
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West Star Hospital was a large vicinity. It was a large cube of a building and had a cross in the center of it.
Amy, Sam and Dean walked toward the entrance and passed the automatic glass moving doors.
O.O.O.O.O.
Room 563, Philip O'Conner's room, was apparently right down the hall from the counter they had questioned.
The three "journalists" walked down the long hallway. It had the same smell as all hospitals – clean rubber.
They found the correct door and Amy was the first to enter.
The room was relatively large for just one patient. It had teal walls and a T.V. in the corner.
Philip was lying in the hospital bed with the white and blue sheets over him. He wore the mandatory hospital attire – a white dress.
The blonde looked at his visitors in surprise and gave them a questionable glance.
The three noticed the bandages around Philip's neck and arms.
"Philip O'Conner?" Sam asked.
The teenager nodded.
"We're environmental journalists," Sam explained, "we're doing a bit of research on animal life at the moment. We heard the story of your attack, sorry to hear about that, are you okay?"
"Oh," Philip replied slowly. "I, umm, I'm okay…"
Amy folded her hands in front of her and smiled. "Philip, I'm Amy…this is Sam and Dean…we just wanted to ask you a couple of questions about what happened six days ago…"
He was hesitant at first. "Look, if you guys are here just to poke fun…please…I've already read enough bull in the paper…"
"We're out of town," Dean explained gently. "I don't know what type of bull you're talking about."
Philip sighed and reached up to scratch his brow. The three noticed more claw marks on his skin.
"Sorry, I've just been…" the teenager sighed. "A lot of reporters came to see me…at first people were just glad I was alive…but then everyone started wiggin' out about the wolf…and after people heard Lori's statement-"
"Lori?" Sam asked.
"My girlfriend," Philip explained.
"What about Lori's statement?" Dean asked.
"Look, that night was pretty scary…for the both of us…" Philip remembered. "All I could think about that night was 'Why the hell wasn't Lori running away' and 'Am I going to die?'…and Lori…she wouldn't run…she didn't go anywhere…she had to watch that animal…she watched it tear into my skin…"
He paused for a moment. The teen took a breath of air and continued, "She must have been traumatized…and I lost a lot of blood that night…we heard things-"
"You both heard something?" Amy asked curiously.
He nodded. "Lori said…she s-said she heard the wolf to 'get away'…and…I think I heard it too…"
Dean looked at Sam, giving him that glance.
"Did anything weird happen around the attack?" Dean asked.
"Anything odd in general?" Sam questioned.
The room door opened. The four both turned their heads to stare at the fourth visitor.
The sheepish Asian girl peeked in oddly. She wore a long black Calvin Klein trench coat that reached to below her bottom. Her long hair was pulled into a ponytail.
"I'm sorry-" the girl started.
"Lori, it's 'kay, c'mon on in," Philip invited warmly.
The teenage girl walked slowly into the room and came to Philip's side.
The girl leaned over and placed a small kiss on his cheek and reached down to hold his hand in her own.
Philip turned and said, "Lori…these are some environmental journalists…this is Dean, Sam and Amy…"
"Hi," Lori greeted kindly.
"Lori, we were just asking some questions about the night Philip was attacked…" Sam mentioned calmly. "This wolf attack is interesting…we want to know about the animal…"
"Oh," Lori gulped. "It all happened so fast…really fast, actually…"
Amy noticed how Lori's grasp on Philip's hand tightened.
"Lori…" Amy whispered gently. "I know that night was terrifying. We need to know if there was anything odd about the attack…"
"I told them we heard it talk," Philip whispered to his girlfriend.
Lori gave him a surprised glance and then turned to look at the older adults with a half-smile.
"Look, that night was crazy-" Lori began, choking at her words.
"Something scared you that night…" Sam murmured. He studied each teenager's face and continued, "Philip…Lori…you both felt something odd about that animal…please tell us…"
The teenagers both exchanged a hopeless glance.
Philip focused his attention back on the trio.
"I felt weird…" Philip admitted. "Like…I couldn't pull my eyes off of it…the wolf had these really silvery, metallic eyes…I just couldn't stop staring at it…I was still thinking about other things – like Lori's safety – but I couldn't stop looking at it…"
"And then that voice…" Lori whispered. "I keep trying to tell myself it wasn't the wolf that said it…but…I just can't think of any other possibility…"
Amy nodded slowly toward the story.
Dean asked, "Where did the attack take place specifically? A park, wasn't it?"
"No," Philip corrected, "we were at Summer Stream Park…but I took Lori into the woods…out of the park area…it was on the old Walker property…at the old gazebo…"
"Gazebo – Walker property, gotcha," Dean said.
"This Walker property," Sam asked, "does anyone live on it?"
"Actually," Lori answered, "no one has for years…I know the Walker Manor is still there…empty…I think the only known relative lives close by actually…"
"Thanks," Sam smiled.
Amy grinned and said, "Philip, I hope you get better. Lori, you both take care, okay?"
"We will," Lori replied.
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They came walking out of the hospital and into the cold air.
"Ok…wolf attack…and it did talk…and the attack happened by an old gazebo…"
"Haunted gazebo?" Amy asked Dean.
Sam shook his head and said, "I dunno…we should go out there and check it out…"
"I got a feeling about this old Walker Manor…" Dean murmured. "Empty old house…probably a lot of good history in it."
"I agree," Amy said.
"Me too," Sam said.
"So what now?" Amy asked.
The three paused in the middle of the parking lot.
"First…we check out the gazebo and the area…" Dean explained. "We'll see if you two psychics can pick up anything. We'll work our way from there…"
"Sounds good," Amy agreed.
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A/N: Sorry chapters are short and not very eventful. The fun will come in the following chapters – I promise!
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