Lindsay: Thank you so much for your correction! I was having a really difficult time trying to guess what Dean's device was called. The only thing that popped up in my head was an "EVP device." Thank you for telling me that it is correctly called an "EMF" device! Thanks again so much!
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A/N: This document was quite long so it had to be broken up in two different parts. Just wanted to inform you of that.
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Chapter Seven – Walker – Part 2
The doors were already unlocked. As Amy stepped onto the wooden steps leading toward the doors, Dean was already opening them and stepping inside. Her heart leapt at the sight of Dean stepping into the dark foray.
Sam followed and he too vanished in the gray atmosphere.
Amy's fingers were playing with the buttons of her blue flannel shirt. She took in a deep breath before entering the manor.
The sounds of her boots against the floor notified her arrival and Dean and Sam already had the duffel bag opened.
There wasn't much light so Amy could barely make out the features of the foray. She did see a grand staircase directly in the center leading to two different directions. Amy's eyes followed the curves of the staircase and noted how they turned left and right and led to the third floor.
The manor had wooden floors but was carpeted in some areas. An old chandelier hung above them, spider webs were evident around the old bulbs.
Toward the right was a large room that had a long rectangular table with two dozen seats. Amy looked into the living room and she continued to stare at the magnificence of the building.
Attached to the dining room was a very large kitchen. She could barely see the white counters inside.
To the left was what seemed to be a living room. It had old furniture with red velvet cushions. The fireplace was empty and only occupied dust and ash. There was a nonworking clock upon the mantle and an old lap in the corner of the room.
There seemed to be more to the manor throughout the back of the staircase. Although Amy was not ready to venture out for herself.
She took in a chilly breath and stuck her hands into her pockets.
Dean and Sam were carefully taking out necessities and Amy came and joined the huddled brothers.
The two already had their handguns and stuck them quietly into their jackets. Dean had his EMF device while Sam was carefully taking out two shotguns from the bag. He handed one to Dean.
"Thanks," Dean mumbled as he accepted the weapon.
Amy looked down at the two and asked, "Do I get some form of protection or is that why you two are here?" Her voice was mocking.
Sam smiled and carefully took his handgun from his inside pocket.
He handed it slowly to her and asked, "You remember how to use it, right?"
Amy took the gun in her hand. The weapon was slightly heavy. She took it with both hands and nodded to Sam's question.
Sticking the gun inside the back of her pants so it stuck slightly out, Amy put her hands on her hips and waited for the guys to stand straight.
"So, what's the plan?" Amy asked.
"We'll split up…" Dean offered. "We're all fully protected. You see an animal…shoot…let's just go around and see what we find…anything that can give us a hint if this odd and paranormal wolf attack is tied in with the Walker story…"
"Split up?" Amy asked. "Are you sure that's a good idea…"
Dean turned to Amy and gave her a cocky smile. "Don't tell me you're still afraid of haunted houses?"
"Hey, I was a little kid then…" Amy noted. "But…I don't feel so comfortable just splitting up…especially with the wolf only attacking males…"
Sam sighed and nodded. "This is what we'll do…Amy, go with Dean…after all…you and I can pick up any type of abnormal activity…and since Dean does not have the psychic ability…it's better if you go with him and protect him…"
"Protect me?" Dean laughed. "Are you kidding-"
"We're wasting time…" Amy noted. "Let's just go now."
"Fine," Dean grumbled. "Sam…take the first floor and the basement…Amy and I will cover the second and the third…how about in half an hour we meet up at the attic?"
"Sounds good," Sam nodded. "See you guys. Be careful." Sam kept the shotgun by his side and gave Amy a small smile.
They departed – Sam went into the direction of the living room and kitchen while Dean and Amy stood in front of the staircase.
Dean, keeping his own shotgun in his grasp, smiled at Amy and mocked, "Ladies first."
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Sam walked into the kitchen. He realized the old windows did not allow the sunlight to fully enter the room. He reached into his inside coat pockets and pulled out a small black flashlight. He switched it on and held it in front of him.
The light revealed an old white kitchen. Its sink still possessed some old pots and dishes.
Scanning the floor, Sam held the flashlight in all directions and looked around.
The wolf came running through the kitchen…
Sam, remembering Miranda's story, found a second door in the kitchen that led to a side yard. He walked over to it and peeked out the old window.
There was a small enclosed fence with two different dog houses in the center of the small yard. Sam noted the old chains lying by the foot of the door.
The wolves…
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The second floor was divided completely in half. After Dean joked about separating, he and Amy finally decided to go to the right first.
She remained close by his side which Dean found amusing.
"Scared yet?" he whispered.
Amy gently slapped Dean's arm and muttered, "Not helping."
The EMF device had been going off since Dean had switched it on. Red lights were blinking continuously and the scratchy noise grew louder and louder.
"I take it that's not a good sign," Amy noted, keeping close to his side.
"Well…we're definitely picking up something unnatural…if it's good or bad-that's your decision."
The halls were painted wine red. There were several different painted portraits of people and landscapes. Amy kept her eyes on all the pictures – hoping to find one that would end up being Billy Walker.
The names inscribed underneath the paintings turned out to be relatives or possibly family friends. No Billy Walker.
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Sam was now in the back of the manor, behind the staircase. There were several different rooms surrounding one large one that stuck out.
He entered the larger room and his boots squeaked quietly against the old wooden floor.
It was a library…
There was an old couch, covered in dust, in the center of the room. The walls were only decorated with shelves filled with books that were decades old.
Sam guided the flashlight around the room. Just bookshelves and the single couch.
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The halls were just filled with rooms. Some were meant to be for over-night guests or were used as entertainment. Amy looked into an old room that had an old billiard table.
Amy turned and saw Dean going into a different room.
She followed her own instincts and went into the room with the billiard table.
I'm not scared…Amy reminded herself. Just looking into a room across the hall…
She stepped inside. Amy remembered Dean was the one who carried the flashlight. A part of her was ready to turn back.
Her feet stopped in place when she noticed an old photograph on a table by several chairs.
The frame was old and the photograph had a dull, fading color to it.
Her eyes fell upon the young man in the photo-
Billy Walker…
She realized it was him instantly. He had been a good-looking man and looked somewhere in his mid-twenties. Billy Walker wore his war uniform and special badges and rewards he had probably received for the damage done to his eyes. Unlike what was expected, Amy didn't find a picture of Billy Walker with gauze wrapped around his head to cover his eyes. This photo had apparently been taken after his eyes had healed. Even though the photograph didn't show much color, Amy could clearly see the color of his eyes.
Silver.
Silver? Amy thought. Must have been the effects of chlorine and mustard gas…
He had dark brown hair and the silver eyes did not match anything else about him. Billy Walker had a gentle, calm smile. But it was the silvery eyes that stuck out most in the photo.
Articles mentioned that Philip noted the wolf's metallic eyes…
When Amy felt a hand slowly crawl onto her shoulder, she screamed and dropped the photograph. Turning wildly around, she reeled her fist back and ready to attack.
Dean held his hands in defense and raised his eyes. "Hey hey…it's 'kay…"
Amy closed her eyes and sighed. Her fist relaxed by her side and her hand went over her chest. "You scared me, Dean."
"Sorry," Dean admitted. "I found an old guest room…found nothin'."
"Well…I found something that may be of interest…" Amy offered. She bent down and picked up the photograph. She handed it slowly to Dean and he accepted it.
He stared down at the photograph for a moment and Dean narrowed his eyes at it for a moment.
"His eyes, right?" Amy asked.
"Yeah…" Dean said slowly. "They look a little cross-eyed-"
"Dean," Amy said firmly. "This is a photograph of Billy Walker…look at the color of his eyes…"
It took less than a second for Dean to notice. "So…he had grayish eyes-"
"Philip claimed in one of the articles the wolf had silver-metallic eyes…" Amy noted.
Dean's eyes met Amy's for a moment. He understood what she was meaning by this.
"Billy Walker is the angry spirit in the wolf…"
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The first floor had nothing interesting. The main rooms such as the den and dining room were just spaces with old furniture. The extra rooms including the library had nothing to give Sam an idea to explain the wolf attacks.
Three attacks…all around December…the men are the ones who get attacked…not killed…
He was now walking down the wooden steps to the basement. Sam noticed the walls were completely made of dark gray brick and stone. It was cold and when Sam took in a deep breath he could see the icy breath in front of him.
His grip on the shotgun tightened.
Sam's feet were firmly placed on the old floor of the basement. He turned the flashlight in different directions and saw old boxes in the corners. There was an old brown cupboard against the wall and the door was slightly opened to reveal different shelves consisting of old wine.
He suddenly realized that without the flashlight, there was light in the room.
Sam turned the contraption off and found that around the steps of the basement were two opened doors that led to the backyard or garden.
He walked around the back and only placed his foot on the first step of the set of stairs that led to the two old doors.
He could smell the fresh air and taste the bitter cold. Sam's eyes spotted trees and nothing else.
Sam immediately turned around and turned the flashlight on again.
There had been movement in the shadows…
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The left side of the second floor had been a dead end as well.
Amy seemed to grow colder the longer she stayed in the manor. No heater for more than two decades had turned the house into an igloo.
Dean was perfectly fine but he realized Amy only wore a flannel shirt and a jean jacket.
The two had walked into another spare room. It looked like another den for entertainment. There were couches lined across the walls and different sizes of tables in the center. Old decks of cards and glasses were seen atop of the marble surfaces.
Amy rubbed her arms again and bit her lip as they entered.
Dean took a moment and stopped where he walked. He handed the flashlight silently to Amy and then slowly removed his leather jacket.
"What are you doing?" Amy asked bewildered. "It's freezing-"
"To you it is," Dean protested. He only wore his green T-shirt. He moved closer to Amy and then put the leather jacket around her shoulders.
"You see these arms? You put your arms through them and they get all covered up…" Dean mocked when Amy didn't seem to understand Dean was allowing her to weak his jacket.
She stuck her arms through and gave Dean a sad glance. "Now you're going to get cold."
"I'm a man, gorgeous," Dean grinned. "Besides…it's not that cold…"
He bent down again to the duffel back and opened it. Dean pulled out a gray cover jacket and quickly put it on. He stood up and Amy was giving him a small smile.
"Thank you," Amy said softly.
"Don't worry about it, Cromwell," Dean smiled, giving her that debonair grin. A smile she had missed for over a month.
"Well, c'mon, we have more investigating to do."
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The third floor was much darker and Dean held the small flashlight in his hand. Amy, bundled up in Dean's large jacket, hugged herself as she seemed to be getting colder. Her lips and teeth were chattering.
Dean turned around slowly and flashed the light on Amy.
"Are you okay?" Dean asked seriously. "You keep getting colder…"
"I d-d-don't think it's because of the temperature…" Amy whispered. Her eyes looked around the dark third floor for a moment.
Dean stared at Amy sadly and asked, "Are you picking something out?"
She simply nodded, bobbing her cold head. It was the first time she wished she had not cut her hair so short – long hair would have kept her neck a bit warm.
He put the handles of the duffel bag around his shoulder and Dean walked toward Amy. He kept his free arm around her and held her close to him.
She stared up at him for a moment and gave him a tiny half-smile.
The two continued on their way. There were more guest rooms and spare rooms. All had nothing in them besides furniture.
Dean and Amy were walking halfway down the hall when Dean peered into another room.
He stepped inside and Amy went along with his grasp.
Dean's flashlight crept over the old furniture and walls.
"It looks like a library or a study…" Amy chattered. Her cheeks were freezing.
They looked around at what little light Dean's flashlight could provide. There were different shelves of books against the walls and a desk on the opposite wall.
Amy looked up and tapped Dean's shoulder.
He flashed the light in the direction she was looking at.
It was the first thing that seemed interesting to investigate: a loft.
It wasn't that high up but it was high enough for Amy and Dean not being able to see what was up there.
A mahogany ladder had been attached to it that led up to the ominous loft.
"I'll go check…" Amy offered. She was released from Dean's hold and Amy slowly went up to the ladder.
"Careful," Dean offered. He came from behind Amy and held the sides of the ladder for her to keep it steady.
"Thanks," Amy sighed as she slowly began to climb up.
Dean kept his hand firmly on the ladder and watched as she took seven or eight steps upward.
"See anything yet?" Dean whispered.
Amy was clearly now in sight of the loft. She whispered back, "I can't see anything-"
Something came flying out of the shadows. Amy let out a small scream and she waved her hands in front of her in defense.
"Amy!" Dean yelled but he backed away when Amy came falling.
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Sam looked around the basement once more.
Someone's here…or something…
It was a clear feeling now. It wasn't a vision or a vibe. He knew he wasn't alone down here.
He heard the noise again. It was becoming from behind the wine cupboard.
Sam handled his shotgun carefully and quietly made his move toward the cupboard.
Something's behind it…
He was ready to shoot.
Sam moved slowly in the darkness and turned off the flashlight.
When he knew he was in sight of what would be hiding behind the cupboard, Sam pointed the shotgun in that direction and quickly turned on the flashlight.
The light revealed two small figures crouching together against the corner.
The two teenagers screamed and Sam's eyes widened.
"Lori? Philip?" Sam asked.
The two looked up slowly and were staring at the shotgun.
Sam lowered the gun and motioned for the teens to stand up.
Philip wore a black hoodie with a brown jacket over it. He moved slower than Lori did. Apparently still weak.
"What the hell are you two doing here?" Sam whispered worriedly.
"Hey, we ask the same thing…and why do you have a gun?" Philip asked. He put his arm around Lori who was still shocked to have found a shotgun pointed at them.
"What are you guys doing here?" Sam asked more firmly.
"We're investigating," Lori whispered. "This whole Walker Wolf story-legend-mumbo-jumbo-crap…"
"You know about the legend?" Sam asked. "Why didn't you tell us earlier before?"
"Us?" Philip asked. "Dean and Amy are here too?"
"Yes," Sam answered. "But why are you two here?"
"Look," Philip said, "Lori and I know what we heard. We're not crazy. We know the legend…only guys get attacked…we're here to find that bastard and kill it…"
"It's dangerous!" Sam whispered. "You two shouldn't be here-"
"Why?" Lori fought back. "The wolf only attacks guys…and it already attacked Philip…besides, we brought weapons too…"
Philip pulled out a pocket knife while Lori was found clutching an old hammer in her hands.
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