Chapter 6

-Later that night-

They pulled up behind the back of the house near the west wing. Dean popped the trunk and took out the salt gun, he put the rounds in his left pocket. He also grabbed the EMF meter, matches, and salt box. Sam got out of the car and walked over to Dean, he saw Dean putting the gun given to him by their father in his pants pocket.

"Don't take that with you Dean."

Dean look over at him. "Why not Sam? Its my lucky gun, hasn't let me down yet."

"Just trust me, It better if you don't take it."

"Okay whatever you say weirdness." Dean said as he laid the gun back into the bag.

When Sam turned his back, Dean slipped the gun back into his back pocket and closed the trunk.

Sam took out his lock-picking kit and started to work on the back door. When he unlocked it, he clicked on the flash light and they both made their way through the house.

"Sam," Dean whispered. " Stay behind me." He felt uneasy about going through that house again. The EMF meter started to blink off and on.

" Looks like we have a couple of guests tonight," Sam said. " We have to find that picture, I think the gift shop is this way."

Dean walked in the direction of Sam's pointing finger. They came to the gift shop, the doors were locked.

"You pick the lock Sammy, I'll watch your back." Dean said holstering the salt gun to his shoulder.

Suddenly, they heard a crash in the living room.

"Stay here Sam."

Sam watched Dean walk cautiously into the living room. He pointed the gun around the corner only to be startled by the woman stuck half in the room and half out the window. He took a closer look at her.

"Hey there Dean, could you give me a hand?"

"Michelle? What are you doing here?" Dean said as he helped her inside. He looked at her and noticed that she was still wearing the all white cotton uniform and medical bracelet from Stony Brooke.

"I wanted to help you guys get this thing, you know for me its sort of…. redemption."

" No Michelle, its too dangerous for you to be here, you have to go." Dean said as he gently grabbed her arm to escort her out. She jerked her arm away.

"No, I want to help. I want to see the thing that killed Carlos."

Dean sighed. " Okay but stay close."

Michelle followed Dean back toward the gift shop. The doors were open and they found Sam staring at the picture of William Winchester. He had a confused look on his face.

"What's going on Sammy?"

" I just don't get it Dean, he is still holding the gun. But in my vi…." Sam stopped he noticed Michelle was standing next to Dean. He shot Dean a look of question as to what she was doing here.

"Oh yea, Michelle wants to help." He said with a melancholic tone.

"Well anyway, we have to burn this sucker, where is the salt and matches?"

" Oh, I left them in the living room. Michelle stay with Sam I'll be right back." Dean handed the salt gun to Sam and he left the shop.

" So, have you guys been doing this for long, fighting evil and such." Michelle chuckled as she wandered around the gift shop.

"Yeah, its sort of out job." Sam replied. Sam noticed that she had knocked over the postcard stand as she was walking around.

"God, I'm am such a klutz." Michelle said, bending down to pick up the cards. Sam set the salt gun down on the ground as he bent down to help her pick them up.

"You know I think we should go see why Dean is taking so long."

Michelle stood up and walked behind Sam, he was still picking up the cards and setting them back on the stand. She slowly bent down and picked up the salt gun. Sam turned around just in time to see her reach for it. He made a leap for it, but didn't get it in time.

Sam stood up. "What are you doing?"

"Just keeping making sure you two don't become more of a problem than you already are. No one messes with my house." Michelle said.

She held the salt gun up to Sam. He winced as she pulled the trigger. Nothing came out. She pulled it again.

It isn't loaded. She thought.

Sam grabbed the end of the gun, trying to pull it away from her. They wrestled for it on the ground. She was now in top of him, punching him in the face. Sam managed to kicked her in the stomach to get her off of him. He stood up, he was dizzy and tried to regain his balance. She put all her strength behind one good swing with the gun. She delivered a blow to his head, knocking him unconscious. A trickle of blood ran down his face. She bent down next to him, whispering in his ear.

"Sorry it had to be this way."

She grabbed Sam's legs and pulled him behind the counter

"Now for Dean."

She picked up the salt gun and smeared the blood that was on the end of it on her shirt. She heard Dean's footsteps coming towards her.

"Michelle, what happened? where's Sam?" Dean said, frantically looking for his brother.

" I don't know, He said he was going to look for you." Michelle said holding her stomach. Dean noticed she had a black eye and blood on her shirt.

"What happened are you alright?" Dean said. He pulled her over to a chair and set her down."

"Yeah, I think something attacked me."

" I can't find a wound." Dean said as he looked underneath her shirt.

"That's because it's not my blood."

Dean looked up. He thought he had heard her wrong. "What?"

"I said….it's not my blood." She said with a malicious smirk.

Slowly backed away from her. " What did you do to Sam?" He said angrily.

"What I'm about to do to you." She said as she held the gun behind her back. Dean was caught off guard when she swung the gun at him. He too was knocked unconscious.

She walked over to a mirror and stared at herself.

"I hate being in this body."

She closed her eyes. Michelle's body fell to the ground. An opaque, old woman was now looking in the mirror.

Sarah Winchester.