Dean stood outside an old wooden door. It had slice marks on it in several different places, and the door knob had to be ancient. He didn't understand why he was there. "My!" Came the voice of a woman from inside the room. It was a familiar voice, he'd heard it somewhere before. He couldn't remember, or didn't want to. Inching his hand towards the knob he heard her shout again, this time from a much closer distance. Like, just behind the door. "Myriah, you're not funny!" The woman yelled. His hand grasped the door knob, but before he could turn it, the door shot open with the woman standing looking straight at him, maybe even through him.
She looked both ways down the hall, then shrugged. "My, did you come home early from wor-" her words stopped, her voice cracked, and she inhaled a large breath before falling to the floor. Knives riddled her body, and her blood started spilling on the floor. Looking at his hand, another knife closely matching the other ones appeared. Dropping it, the knife jammed into the center of her forehead. Normally, this was impossible. There was no such force that could have caused it. But there it was.
He stood looking at the body laying on the floor, it had been a little while, maybe an hour and another woman walked into the house through the main door. She immediately removed a brown pleather coat and placed it on a hanger, then a brown fuzz hat joined it. "Kay, I got BO to make us some sandwiches." The woman yelled as she walked into the kitchen, setting a white paper bag and her purse and keys down. "Kay?" The woman asked rounding the corner from the kitchen and heading up the stairs. He heard a loud sigh escape her lips. No doubtedly, she thought Kay-the woman laying on the floor with knives sticking out of every inch of her body-was asleep. No matter, whatever she was thinking it all came to a halt as she reached the top of the stairs and came face-to-face with one of her worse fears.
Just pausing barely a second it all seemed to register in her brain as she rushed down to her sisters body, kneeling as she ripped out knife after knife after knife. Her eyes were filling with tears she was trying hard to keep from showing. "Kay, come on. You're not dead, do you hear me! You're not!" she screamed pulling more knives out, eventually she reached the one in the center of the forehead and managed to pull it out with much difficulty.
After that, he could almost see her shattering. Or at least her heart, as she wrapped her arms around her sister and slightly lifted the lifeless body onto her lap. It was a sad sight watching the younger sister wiping blood off the older sister's face. Tears were now draining down her cheek as she pushed some of the hair away from her sisters face, only seeing that made her cry worse.
"My, I got the stupid milk you sent me after!" Another woman entered the home, holding up a carton of milk sarcastically. Hearing cries coming from the upstairs, she ran up them to see what was going on. The image that met her wasn't much better then Myriah's. She was still seeing Kayleen dead, bloody. But now her best friend was blood soaked along with her. The knives laid piled on the floor beside her as Myriah's cries worsened. She was hysterical, and in denial. Refusing to believe that her sister was gone, that her sister wasn't coming back.
Without thinking, Mystery's first reaction was to dial the police. As she did, then hanging up after describing the scene she dropped her phone and ran to Myriah's side, trying hard to pull her away from the body. She wouldn't have it though.
Several times she managed to push her friend off of her, other times she just managed to jerk herself out of her friends grip.
After a while, the police came, but Myriah still put up one hell of a fight before they'd finally managed to pull her away from Kayleen's body. Mystery had stepped up and let Myriah fall on her, not literally. She'd helped Myriah outside and sat her in a worn out car. Something changed-
Not long after she'd been sitting in the car, Dean walked towards her. Before one word was uttered she'd gotten out and thrown her arms around his neck, pushing up against him almost making him hold her tightly. Which he did, he brought his arms around her and let her stay just as close to him as she wanted. "Cale-" She started to cry, but he quickly brought his mouth beside her ear. "Don't say anything, I know. I know." A kissed sealed it all, it also brought her pain to him. He could feel his chest becoming frozen, his heart ripping into pieces bit by small bit prolonging the agony.-
Dean shot up again, his breathing had increased dramatically and his heart was pounding in protest for the pain it just felt. It wasn't right, it wasn't natural.
Neither was what happened next.
A loud ringing was heard from his cell phone which sat on the night stand in between his bed, and Sam's. Sam let out a loud grunt as if to say he didn't want to deal with whoever it was.
Giving a slight glare at his sleeping brother, Dean flipped the top of the phone up. "Yeah?-"
"Dean, it's Mystery." That sure as hell fire caught his attention. "Wh-what's going on?" he asked, but he had a pretty good idea. "Kay's dead Dean, I think My might need you right now." Those words, those simple horrible words made everything worth while. If she needed him, he'd be there. Of course, that was his first thought as he had already promised Mystery to be in the town within an hours time.
His second thought; He was chalk full of horrid mistakes and he'd just made another one.