Chapter 4: Questions Left Unanswered
Disclaimer: if i owned supernatural, there would a new epi every day. but there isnt, so i obviously dont own it. which sucks.
a/n: i kno! i kno! im a horrible person! i kno! believe me, i feel awful for leaving yall so long without a chapter. i suck. but i was feeling totally uninspired with the winter break that supernatural took. yes, lame excuse. so sue me.
this chap is dedicated to my bestest friend ever Ophelia Weasley. yall just wait till she drops her supernatural fic on you. ive been beta'ing and its gonna be hot.
hope the wait was worth it…
"Back up people! Back up!"
Dean and Sam stood behind the police tape watching the scene in front of them. They had tracked down the address of the man, Walter Morrison, from the paper and had gone to investigate. The setting was much the same as many they had seen before. Police, detectives, crowds of nosy neighbors.
"This is no good," Sam decided. "There's no way we'll find anything now."
"No shit, Sherlock," Dean answered irritably, turning to head back to his car.
Sam followed, sighing as they both got in. "So what's the plan?"
"They'll be gone by tonight," Dean reasoned. "We'll come back."
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Dean pulled the car into the parking lot of the Paradise, cutting off the engine and getting out. Sam followed, yawning.
"Look," Sam said. "I'm gonna go get some sleep."
"Yeah," Dean nodded. "I'm gonna go for a walk. I'll be back later."
Sam shook his head as he watched his brother walk away. He knew where Dean was going. The diner.
He had no idea why Dean was so fixated on this girl. Sam was the first to admit that he hadn't spent much time with his brother, but he knew him well enough to know that he wasn't one to concentrate on one girl for too long.
But people change, he thought. Maybe Dean would.
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Ashley was alone in the diner, wiping off the counters. It was three o'clock, the before dinner calm. Sometimes she liked it when the diner was empty. Not having to deal with the judgmental citizens of the town was nice.
She looked up as the bell above the door rang and smiled a little.
"Did your wild party end early?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Dean smirked. "Very funny."
"I thought so," Ashley answered, pouring him a cup of coffee.
"Thanks," he nodded, taking a sip.
"Sure," she replied, leaning against the counter behind her and studying him.
Dean caught her gaze. "What?"
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Why are you here?"
"Excuse me?"
"Sorry," she began. "It's just…you and your brother have been here for almost a week and for the life of me, I can't figure out why."
"Just needed a break from the road," Dean reiterated, wishing she would drop the subject. He couldn't even imagine her reaction if she found out why they were really here.
"And you decided to take it in Nowhere, Illinois?" Ashley asked.
Dean shrugged. "You're the one who lives here."
Ashley smirked. "Good point."
Dean smiled and took another taste of his coffee, watching Ashley as she went back to her cleaning. He didn't know why, but he kept finding himself at the diner more and more. Okay, he did know why. But he didn't have to admit it.
Besides, he knew nothing could ever come of this. Even if he really did want it to. His life was just too complicated.
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"It's locked," Sam informed Dean as they stood in front of the door to Walter Morrison's home.
Dean rolled his eyes, fishing in one of his jacket pockets. "I would think so. God, have I taught you nothing?"
Dean bent down in front of the door, inserting two thin metal strips into the lock. "Watch and learn, little brother."
Sam watched as Dean moved the strips around, a look of concentration on his face. After a few seconds, a small click was heard.
Dean smiled. "There you go."
"You know," Sam said, trailing Dean into the house. "I was gonna ask you where you learned that, but I really don't think I want to know."
"You really don't," Dean smirked, looking around the room.
"The paper said that it happened in the bedroom," Sam said, looking up the stairs.
Dean nodded, starting towards them. He stopped suddenly, foot on the bottom stair, as a rustling was heard from above. "Hear that?"
"Yeah," Sam confirmed in a quiet voice. "What do you think? Spirit?"
"I don't know," Dean answered, cocking his shotgun. "But I'm gonna be prepared."
The brothers started up the stairs silently, Dean in front with his shotgun ready. They moved down the hall to the door at the end where the noise was coming from. They paused in front of the door and the noise stopped. Dean took up his position, signaling Sam to open the door.
Sam moved to the side, putting one hand on the doorknob. He put his other hand up, using his fingers to count down.
Three, two, one. Sam flung open the door and Dean stepped in. A figure was in the shadows, back to them. It spun around, a hand coming up. Both boys froze.
A gun was pointed at them and the person holding it was quite familiar.
"Ashley?" Dean asked, confused.
"Dean?" she asked in turn, then looked over his shoulder. "Sam?"
Dean lowered his gun. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing," Ashley defended, also dropping her arm.
"We're trying to find out what happened to Walter Morrison," Sam interrupted, sensing the conflict looming.
"So am I," Ashley responded.
"I think we can handle it," Dean informed her.
"Believe me," Ashley came back. "You have no idea what you're getting into."
Dean scoffed. "I think you're the one in over your head, sweetheart."
Ashley opened her mouth to fight back when a loud bang resounded through the large room. All three turned around to see a dark figure standing in the doorway to the bathroom.
It opened its mouth to speak, the words echoing loudly. "LEAVE THIS PLACE!"
The figure started towards them and both Dean and Ashley's guns rose back up instantly. Ashley fired first, however, and her bullet hit the spirit, exploding. It vanished, screaming through the ceiling.
"Let's go!" Ashley shouted, making her way out the room. The boys hesitated, sharing a glance,before following. The three made their way quickly down the stairs and out the unlocked front door.
"Hold up!" Dean exclaimed, grabbing Ashley by the arm and pulling her to a stop at the end of the driveway. "What is going on?"
Ashley took a breath. "It was a spirit. A ghost."
"I know what it was," Dean answered sarcastically. "Are you a hunter?"
Ashley's breath left her. "How do you know about that?"
"Because we are," Sam interjected.
Ashley looked back and forth between the two, shocked. She had known there were other hunters, but she had only met a few. And definitely none that were her age.
She looked back at Dean to find him gazing at her intently. "And I'm guessing you are too."
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-breaths a big sigh of relief- well i feel better. don't you? i hope you do. anyway i really like this chapter. and i really like this fic. and i promise i do plan on finishing it. but PLEASE review. sometimes i feel like no one is reading. it would make me feel better. AND help me write. anyways thanks a bunch and im hoping to write another chap in the next two weeks cuz i have some time off school then. thanx.
i heart me some dean! dont you? and if you dont, why are you reading this?