Chapter Eleven – More To It
Noon…
It was odd waking up. He felt somewhat foggy and longed to continue his sleep. Sam yawned slowly and pushed aside his shaggy hair that covered his eyes. He sat up slowly in bed to avoid feeling dizzy.
"Sorry, it's one of the effects of the medication," Amy whispered.
Looking up, Sam saw her sitting on the edge of his bed.
The Tuesday morning didn't feel like a Tuesday…to Sam, it felt like a day where he had to get up early to go to work.
Amy was fully dressed and had apparently taken a shower. She wore a dark blue tank top underneath a nice looking black jacket from the Gap. The black necklace worn around her neck had to be looped and worn twice due to its length; it still hung down to below her breasts. She wore jeans and finished the outfit with her regular boots.
"Going somewhere?" Sam muffled.
Smiling, Amy replied, "Yeah. I'm going to go and finish off the rest of my conference hours…Dean will fill you in on what we learned last night. Go back to sleep if you can."
"Sorry for waking you up last night," Sam apologized.
Amy leaned over and she gently kissed her friend on the head.
"I don't think that's entirely appropriate," Sam joked, motioning with his eyes the long, triangular neckline of the tank top.
"They're all old people, nothing they haven't seen before," Amy grinned. She stood up and gave a small wave. "You and Dean better order a good breakfast – remember, this Christmas vacation is all my treat – and oh, Dean is in the shower. I'll be back around three or four, okay?"
"'Kay, see you Amy," Sam yawned.
Amy waved bye and she quickly left the hotel room.
Sam heard the shower going on and rolled onto his back. He clearly came back to his senses and felt the waking-up-effects of Amy's medication drift away.
O.O.O.O.O.
"G'morning," Dean greeted as he came out of the bathroom. Sam had ordered breakfast and he sat down at the table slowly eating it. He turned tiredly to see his brother come out in denim jeans with holes in the knees. Dean hadn't bothered putting on a shirt and he used a small towel to dry off his dirty blonde-brown hair.
"'Morning," Sam replied, trying to sound cheery. "Amy said you guys figured stuff out last night?"
"Get this," Dean explained with a grin, "there's a major party at the Summer Stream Park on the twenty-third-"
"Wait, isn't-"
"Yep," Dean continued. "Amy and I agree that dream was a warning… 'don't be late to the party'…hell, we won't…the demon is most likely going to attack that night…and we'll be there…shotgun and all…"
"Oh," Sam nodded. "Good plan. What do we do until then."
"Ooh, best part," Dean smiled. "Nothing."
"Nothing…" Sam repeated.
"Amy filled me in on what's going on with you…the demon is feeding off your guilt…it's actually pretty bad…the longer we wait and so on…but it's dangerous for the three of us to just go back to the manor and try to exorcise the wolf…it'll be better to wait the night of the party…plus it all makes sense…"
"I dunno, it doesn't seem right to me…" Sam thought.
"Why not?" Dean asked, sitting at the table and having a bite of his toast.
"There's more to it…I know there is…" Sam thought it over.
"The wolf attacked and killed Ana Maria on December 23rd…and the wolf was shot in the head that night…it all fits and it all makes sense and it all works out…we gotta get dressed up and go to that party in three days…"
"I still want to research," Sam finalized. "I think there is more to it."
"Like what?"
"Well…the wolf didn't die due to the gun shot…"
Dean dropped his piece of bread and looked at Sam blankly.
"Wait, what…"
Sam sighed and narrowed his eyes as he thought. "In my dream…I remember seeing the wolf get shot…it fell over Ana Maria's body…but it didn't die…I saw it still move slightly…"
"It twitched – the nerves-" Dean started.
Sam shook his head. "I know it didn't die because of that…it died later on possibly…maybe we should try and find out where the wolf's remains are…"
"Well, I'll help you out…" Dean sighed. "I have nothing else to do today."
O.O.O.O.O.
4:36 P.M….
Philip parked the keep at the two-story cottage. He came out of the vehicle slowly, his eyes wincing at the momentary pain in his chest. The boy wore jeans, sneakers and a white Hollister sweater.
He blinked several times. He rubbed his eyes and shook the odd feeling away.
Turning, the teenager noticed the front door opening and Lori came out. She was wearing black jeans and a long-sleeve green shirt. Lori came out of her house quickly and came to Philip's side by the car.
"You okay? It took you a while to get out of the car," Lori noted.
"I'm fine," Philip whispered. He blinked several times.
Lori stared at him oddly and reported, "My parents are out of town – again – they won't be back 'till Christmas Eve…thanks for staying with me tonight…"
"Hey, no problem," Philip smiled. He leaned down slowly and Lori leaned her head up. Their lips met slowly and they kissed for several seconds. Lori took hold of Philip's hand and led him to the house.
"I rented movies and we'll order pizza later," Lori informed.
Philip continued to blink. My eyes must be tired…
As the teenage couple walked up the steps to the house, Philip's eyes blinked – his blue eyes slowly turning to a more grayish color.
O.O.O.O.O.
Amy came strolling back to the hotel room. She widened her eyes to a bit and blinked to wake up a bit more. Amy closed the door behind her and then walked over to Dean and Sam's room.
"Hey Winchesters," Amy greeted.
Sam and Dean were each sitting on their bed – Dean was watching T.V. in a gray T-shirt and jeans while Sam was leaning against the headboard with Amy's computer notebook in his lap.
"Wow, you were gone a while…" Sam noticed. He had showered earlier and was now fresh and clean and dressed in faded blue jeans and a zip-up hoodie over a black T-shirt.
"Yeah…" Amy yawned. "You guys missed it, I had to speak on the stage in front of all the professors…I had to explain my dissertation on the importance of art history in our high school students' classes…much fun…"
"Well, we've been stuck in here all day…" Dean reported.
"Oooh, more fun, we all might have to go to bed early again tonight," Amy murmured wryly.
Sam smiled and went back to the laptop.
"Find anything else interesting?" Amy asked, sitting on the edge of Sam's bed.
Sam shrugged and said, "For some reason I just thought about Philip…I think I'm gonna go with his idea and research the couples who were attacked a while ago…maybe we can talk to the couple from the nineties…"
"Go to my Favorites, I saved the article on the '91 couple," Amy offered.
Sam nodded and opened up the different folders.
Amy stared at the program Dean was watching: Baywatch.
"I thought that show died," Amy asked.
Dean shrugged and said, "Guess there are still loyal fans out there who totally support this great American T.V. show…"
Amy narrowed her eyes and said, "That bathing suit is definitely loose and her boobs are bouncing around like water balloons."
"Like I said, great American T.V." Dean responded.
"Guys…" Sam whispered. "You're not going to believe this…"
"What?" Amy asked slowly, turning toward Sam on the computer.
"I checked related links on both articles of the two couples that were attacked…in the 1964 attack…the engaged couple: Martin Doud and Clara Fisher…they died…"
"How?" Dean asked, getting up from the bed and standing up beside Amy.
Sam looked up and stared up at his brother. "He killed her…"
O.O.O.O.O.
Lori was putting in a DVD into the DVD player in the living room. The room was painted beige and had a large portrait of magnolias above the fireplace. The lights were dim and Lori took the remote controls and saw down in the large gray couch across the big screen T.V.
The living room had several different candles lit around the area.
"Philip, don't forget the popcorn and coke!" Lori called toward the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Philip was leaning over the sink. His hands gripped the edges of the counter. He took deep breaths. Philip could feel his heart pounding. He sighed and yelled back, "I'll be there in a minute, Lori!"
O.O.O.O.O.
"He what?" Amy exclaimed.
Sam continued, "The article was made a week after Martin Doud was attacked…the engaged couple were reportedly staying in for the evening…a neighbor next door was walking his dog when he saw shadows move and a scream…the neighbor ran into the house in time to see Martin Doud shoot his fiancé and then himself…
"Police reports give details that Martin raped his fiancée Clara Fisher and when she struggled to get free…he shot her and then killed himself…"
"Oh my God…" Amy whispered.
"And now this…" Sam continued. "In 1991…a week right after Alex Denver's attack in the woods…the body of his girlfriend was found in the apartment…he had stabbed her twelve times while she was in the shower. Alex Denver's body was found outside on the yard…"
"Well…" Dean asked, noticing Sam pausing at the article.
Sam looked up sadly and finished, "Alex Denver threw himself out the window…"
"A week after the couple is attacked…the attacked males go after their girlfriends…" Amy whispered. "Oh God-"
"Lori and Philip," Dean thought quickly.
O.O.O.O.O.
Lori sat patiently in the center of the couch. It was a nice evening to just relax. She turned back to the kitchen and saw Philip slowly coming out of the kitchen carrying a black bowl with popcorn; his other hand carried Lori's coke.
Sitting down, Philip rested Lori's coke on the center table and passed Lori the popcorn.
"Thanks," Lori smiled and leaned over to kiss Philip on the cheek. She turned to the screen and used the remote to start the movie.
Philip leaned back the couch and put his arm around Lori. He smiled down at his girlfriend while she waited for the movie to start.
Lori looked up and smiled back, her blue eyes staring into Philip's silver ones.
O.O.O.O.O.
Dean drove the black Impala while Sam tried to call Philip's cell phone and Amy tried to call Lori's. The three knew now it was a week since Philip was attacked on the Walker property.
One week after Ana Maria's death…Billy Walker killed himself…
It was decided to first drive to Lori's house – especially since Sam and Amy believed it to be the best idea.
"Philip's phone is off…" Sam quickly shut his cell phone off.
Amy held her cell phone to her ear while she sat in the backseat. "It's been ringing, but no answer…"
O.O.O.O.O.
Lori's cell phone was on the fireplace mantle. It was put to VIBRATE and the screen turned on and turned white; AMY'S CELL was written across the cellular screen.
Philip and Lori were both standing up now.
"Philip, your eyes…" Lori whispered softly. "They're silver…"
"Oh, c'mon," Philip laughed, "the lights are dark in here…c'mon…sit with me on the couch…"
"Maybe we should get you to a doctor…" Lori asked worriedly.
"Lori…you're overlooking this too much, now c'mon…"
He tried to grab for her arm but Lori pulled away. Her lips trembled and she said defiantly, "We're going to the hospital. You've been acting odd since you got here-"
Philip suddenly reached over and grabbed Lori by the shoulders. She let out a scream but Philip covered her mouth with his own.
"Ssshhh…" Philip hissed. "No screaming…it's okay Lori…"
Lori pushed away Philip's hand and stared at him, horrified. "Philip…what's wrong with you…"
Philip grinned and smiled. He gently stroked her hair with his hand. "I love you Lori…you know that…so no need to be afraid…"
He pulled her close to him and he shoved his mouth on hers. Lori's eyes grew wide in fear and she quickly pushed Philip away.
"Bitch," Philip spat and he back-handed her. Lori felt the stinging pain in her cheek and she fell back onto the couch.
O.O.O.O.O.
"Drive faster!" Sam yelled worriedly.
"I'm going as fast as I can!" Dean shouted. "We're almost at the address!"
O.O.O.O.O.
Lori rolled off the couch and struggled to get up. Philip helped her and wrapped his hands around her waist.
He squeezed her and pulled her to him again. Philip smiled and repeated, "I love you so much…I want you to know that…"
"Philip," Lori sobbed, tears rolling down her face. "This isn't you…"
"It is…" Philip whispered. "I'm the guy for you…"
He leaned down to kiss her again. Before his lips met hers, Lori took her hand and pressed it hard against Philip's face. She used all the strength she had to push Philip away from her. The teen boy fell back and hit the center table. He fell onto it and then rolled onto the floor.
Lori quickly jumped over the couch and headed for upstairs.
O.O.O.O.O.
"Less than five minutes – we'll make it!" Dean yelled over Sam and Amy's pestering.
"We're not too late…" Amy repeated. "We're not too late…"
O.O.O.O.O.
Lori's bedroom had a twin bed in the corner and a desk to the left. There were dozens of candles lit around her room. She stared wildly around for any type of weapon.
My cell phone…Lori thought worriedly. She checked her pockets and remembered it was downstairs.
"Lori!" she heard through her locked door.
Philip was banging against the white door on the other side.
"Lori…c'mon baby…open the door!" Philip yelled angrily.
"Philip! Please…" Lori begged, more tears erupting. "This isn't you…remember who you are! This isn't you…"
"LET ME IN!" Philip continued to scream. Lori put her hands over her ears and tried to fight back the tears.
"LORI! LORI! C'MON! I LOVE YOU…LET ME IN!" Philip screamed.
O.O.O.O.O.
The Impala parked across the street from Lori's house. Sam, Amy, and Dean got out of the car and noticed Philip's jeep in the driveway.
"Hurry!" Amy yelled as they ran across the street.
O.O.O.O.O.
Philip continued to bang on the door. Lori continued to search her room for anything to protect herself. All she could think of were the many candles lit around her.
The door suddenly broke open and Philip struggled to get in.
"NO!" Lori screamed helplessly.
O.O.O.O.O.
"That was Lori!" Amy thought worriedly.
Dean and Sam stood side by side as they kicked the front door down.
"LORI!" Dean's voice boomed throughout the house.
Sam ran upstairs and Dean followed with Amy close behind him.
O.O.O.O.O.
Philip slapped Lori's face and she fell onto her bed.
"I love you…you will always remember that…" Philip whispered sadly.
The teenage girl tried to get off the bed but Philip pushed her back down.
Lori continued to scream as Philip grabbed her neck.
Her blue eyes turned to the side and she found Dean and Sam both running into the room.
Dean pulled Philip off of Lori and Sam helped the girl get up.
Amy came into the room and felt Lori running into her arms. The two women backed up against the corner.
Philip, growling, threw a punch at Dean and he fell back.
He's so much stronger now…Sam realized.
Philip turned to Sam and attacked him as well. Philip grabbed for Sam's neck and shoved him down to the floor.
Amy moved from Lori and tried to help.
Lori, staring terrified at the sight, quickly grabbed a large blue lit candle from her desk.
Amy tried to kick Philip off of Sam but found the teenage boy grabbed hold of her leg like a bat and tossed it to the ground.
She toppled over the bed and Amy fell beside Dean. His head had apparently hit the wall.
Lori screamed, "Philip, stop!" The seventeen-year-old girl took the candle and burned it into Philip's side.
The boy screamed in pain and fell back.
Sam took the opportunity and quickly punched Philip in the face…hard.
The boy fell back, unconscious, while Lori knelt down beside Sam.
"Are you okay?" the teen girl asked.
Sam nodded slowly and touched his sore neck. "Yeah…"
"Is he okay?" Amy asked as she slowly helped Dean to his feet. Dean rubbed his head and threw his arms down in a tantrum.
"I just had a teenager beat me up," Dean grumbled.
"Join the club," Amy sighed.
"Philip…" Lori whispered sadly. The teenager's mouth was slightly opened as trickles of blood rolled out.
"Be careful," Sam warned as Lori grew closer.
Lori slowly reached over Philip and opened one of his eye lids.
She smiled at the sight of the blue eye and said, "Philip's back to normal…he has blue eyes but when he got here they were grayish and then silver…now they're blue again…they're blue again…"
Lori tapped Philip's shoulder and the young man slowly awoke. He moaned at the pain in his jaw and allowed Lori to help him up.
"Philip?" Sam asked.
The boy looked up weakly and touched his jaw. He then turned to his girlfriend and his eyes grew wide at the sight of Lori.
"Oh God…Lori…" Philip whispered weakly. "I'm…I'm so sorry…I…I didn't have any control…"
"It's okay it's okay," Lori sighed. She hugged Philip, her head resting on his chest. Philip hugged her back and gave Sam a small grin.
Sam smiled back and gave the boy an apologetic look.
"Don't be sorry…you stopped be from killing my girlfriend…" Philip sighed.
Amy and Dean stared at the adorable sight of the happy reunion between girlfriend and boyfriend. Lori cried as she was held by Philip; the boy looked like he was ready to choke up too.
O.O.O.O.O.