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Once again, I'd like to thank Weirdbard. More ideas and you know what you said that I had to put in here. Another thanks to those of you that have taken the time to give me feedback. Love ya'll.

Part 11: Ladies Night

The car ride wasn't as bad as it could be. I even managed to behave myself and didn't do anything overly annoying.

That of course had to change. "Are we there yet?" I smiled innocently when Dean turned to look at me from the passenger seat.

"If you start that now, I swear to God-"

His threat was interrupted by Iron Maiden's 'Number of the Beast'. Ah. Saved by the bell. I answered my phone and continued to look innocent. "Hello, She-Beast."

My sister's voice was loud and clear. "Hello, bitchy whore. What did you do now?"

"Why is it that I always do things? Why can't things be done to me?"

"Because you're a bad person." Now see, if Erin watched Supernatural, I'd think she was trying to quote it. But she didn't. She refused to even give it a try, claiming it was a Buffy rip off. Psh. At least I got my brother addicted. Go me. "Why's mom freaking out? And what the hell happened to your place?"

I sighed, fully aware of Dean and Sam listening to my half of the conversation. "Do you want the version I gave mom or do you want the one that could get me locked up in a mental institution?"

"That one sounds more entertaining. Go with that."

"I heard my own death on the phone just as someone was breaking down my door. I bolted.. And then I played a game of 'Killer in the Backseat' before almost wrecking my car into a ditch. Instead I just knocked myself out on the steering wheel."

"So you didn't damage anything important."

"Shut the fuck up, skank." Ah.. My sisterly relationship was a special one. Couldn't you tell? "So when I came to, a semi truck thing was leaving a hit and run scene, and I helped the people in the car out. Now we're all on the trail of a haunted statue that's killing college chicks and totally wants to boff Dean."

Once again, I was greeted by silence. Sam's eyes had widened and Dean was staring at me. It was like they were shocked I was mentioning this to someone.

Finally, Erin spoke up again. "Lacey?"

"Yeah?"

"Lay off the junk food."

"But Ho-Ho's are vital part of my cognitive process!" She wouldn't get the reference. She never liked that character. My pal Rick would though. Note to self: Call him later if I'm not dead. Ask him to water my plants. Or at least dust them off.

"Where are you now?"

"I'm in my car and I'm being kidnapped by these guys who think that they're hunting demons, but are really just trying to get laid by every woman in the country. No. Wait. That's just Dean. My bad." I heard Erin sigh and I ignored Dean's look of death. "Somewhere in Kentucky, why?"

"Why are you with these guys you barely know?" Ah, trust Erin to at least believe some of my babble.

"Because I don't want to go home yet. Not until I know it's safe."

"Which will be…?"

"I don't know. I'll just know when it happens. Look, I have to go. I can't think of any other ways to insult Dean while I'm on the phone with you, and I don't want to insult Sam since he's the one driving now."

"Fine. Look, call mom tonight. Let her know that you're still ok. If you don't, she's going to pull favors."

Ugh. God. Not that. Not like it would help any. "Okay. I promise."

"Good." Erin paused. "Do us all a favor and don't get killed. Funerals aren't cheap." She hung up and I sighed, following her move. Hung up the phone. Pocketed the phone. Adjusted my nifty hat. Got stared at by Dean.

"What did I do now?" I asked as Dean shook his head at me.

"You just told her what we're doing."

With a roll of my eyes, I leaned over to tighten my shoelaces. "So? I told you, she's up with the whole shamanism thing. It's not like she hasn't been around weird things. She's had haunting experience, out of body experience, and a minor case of possession." At least, that's what she told me. Yeah, she could have been lying, but unlike my brother, this was stuff she took pretty seriously. Unlike me. At least around my family. "She didn't believe me anyway."

Sam was curious now. "If she's so open minded, why not?"

"Because I have a habit of being a null as she puts it. The weird stuff doesn't happen around me." That used to be so true. "And while I'm completely open to the possibility of everything existing, I never fully believe it until I see it personally."

"That's not the whole truth though, is it." Sam was prodding me for information. Ok. Fine. I'd be semi honest again.

"Okay, I have big habit of rambling and making up outrageous stories. For example, there was this time when I was like, twelve and I was babysitting the boy next door and my younger cousin.. I was trying to scare them, so I made up this bullshit story…" I didn't tell them what it was, "..while they had friends over. They told it to other people.. And I started my own urban legend in town." I felt a little proud of that. I'm a horrible person.

"You did what!" Ooh. The Winchesters exclaimed it in unison. My pride was withering away. Sigh.

"What was it about?" Sam asked, a frown darkening his face.

"I plead the fifth." Come on, it wasn't as if it were going to come to life like the Hell House episode. "Are we there yet?"

"Will you stop that?" Dean snapped and I sighed and pointed past him. He followed the direction and noticed what I'd noticed.

A nice, quaint, disheveled cabin hidden beyond a dirt road, surrounded by trees.

I could imagine the fire hazard all around us. I wonder if they'd let me burn anything.

The cabin itself wasn't too shabby. It was old, but pretty well kept for a place no one had been in for years. There was a nice old fireplace in the living room, along with an extremely dusty grand piano. Ok, so everything was dusty and I know I saw a nasty looking spider crawling along the couch. Eww.

At the moment though, I was staring at some of the photos on the mantelpiece as Dean and Sam were discussing their next move.

"We'll finish looking around here, then we'll check out the cellar." Dean ordered.

"Do you really think he hid her here?" I asked. "I mean, we're just going on really loose leads."

A haunting melody filled the room and we all turned to the old piano as the ivory keys played on.

"I'd say that's a yes." Sam said.

"Aww.. She's playing Dean's song." It was the wrong time to tease, but come on, I had to say it. It was totally worth the glare Dean gave me. I smiled at him, knowing full well it was a dangerous situation.

But the smile faded as soon as a floorboard creaked. We turned and there she was. Ava the bronze, in her metal glory, was standing in the doorway with a serene smile. Her attention was all on Dean. "So.. Pretty."

You know that problem I have with not keeping my mouth shut? This was one of those time when I wish I had a mute button. "Hey you, bronze bitch!" Shit, she actually started to look at me. "Stop ogling the e-"

And that was when I had my first official taste of the Winchester Wall syndrome. Meaning? The wall and I got to know each other well when I was slammed into it by an unseen force.

Can we all say ow? Good, I knew we could.

After hitting the floor, I was disoriented but I could hear a few phrases that included a shout from Sam. I think he had tried to distract her too. Then I heard a crash. I looked up in time to see Sam after he hit an old bookcase. Some books fell on top of him, but luckily, the shelves stayed intact. Sturdy workmanship.

"Sam!" Dean cried out as Ava started heading for Sam. "Hey! You want me? Come and get me!"

Ava looked over at him and he ran out the front door. She followed him without looking back.

I got up as quickly as I could, which really wasn't that fast considering I had just married a wall. Plus, I think I had a splinter in my shoulder. I rushed over to Sam and helped him up. "Do we go after Dean?"

The look on his face said it all. Christ. He was going to chase after him. He gave me a serious look. "Find the body. I'll go help Dean."

Then he ran off.

Leaving me alone.

"Fuck!" I stomped my foot in frustration. Ok. Take a breath. Think. If I were a freak who wanted to kill my pianist.. And god damn it, that music was still playing.

I stalked over to the piano and a twisted idea thought sprung to mind. For the record, twisted ideas and me go hand in hand. But this one was even less likely than the body in the statue thought. But I opened the piano anyway, just in case.

There was no body. But there was a small and tightly wrapped bag taped inside. The tape was old, almost a decade if I took a guess. I yanked the bag off and started tearing away at the plastic.

The smell of rotted corpse smacked me in the face as I stared at the pair of hands that lay inside of the bag.

"That was one sick fucker." I said and stared in disbelief. The sound of gunshots nearly caused me to drop my find but I was knocked back into business. I ran over to the fireplace and tossed the hands inside. After mimicking what I'd seen the guys do on the show with the salt and all that, which they'd left in the cabin by the way, I looked around for a lighter.

Normally I have one of my own, but I'm sorry, I left mine in my other reality. I cast a frustrated look around. Just like a guy to leave me hanging. Then I groaned. Sitting on the mantelpiece was an old box of matches. Duh me. I struck a match, hoping it'd light, and thankfully, it did.

"Ashes to ashes, Ava." I murmured and threw the match onto the soaked limbs.

Fire pretty. Fumes, not so much.

I really hoped that was the only thing I needed to find. I headed for the door and started shouting. "Are you guys dead? Because I want my car keys back if you are!"

Was it heartless? A little. But I thought it was funny.

I wandered further outside and scanned the area. I wasn't too slow was I? Was there more body? Was th-

"That was too easy."

"AGH!" I screamed. Yes, I screamed. I spun around, one hand on my chest and the other over my mouth. A disheveled pair of Winchesters were standing there and they were snickering at my state.

I shoved them both . "Oh my fucking god, don't do that to me! Why in the hell would you do that?"

Dean winced and I realized I'd shoved him around his heart. My hands flew to my mouth and my eyes went wide. "Oh god, I'm sorry. Wounded prey still. I forgot. Oh, fuck me. I'm-" I groaned at the cocky grin he gave me. "That wasn't an offer."

"That didn't take you long," Sam interrupted before any bitchy banter could start up. "What happened?"

"I found her hands in the piano." I said with a nonchalant shrug. I was feeling cool now. Go me. Not only did I save the day, but I got to play with fire. "Pretty sick, no? Where's the bronze?"

They exchanged a look and Sam motioned for me to follow them. "Come on."

I followed with a curious frown. We headed into the woods and next to a tree was the statue. Only she didn't match the photos I'd seen anymore. She was standing up, her arms outstretched, one hand clutching a piece of torn fabric.

I walked closer to get a better look and I waved a hand in front of her face. She didn't move. But her once serene face was now twisted with rage. I tugged on the cloth until it gave way. It matched the jacket Dean was wearing. I looked over and sure enough, his collar was torn. I offered him the torn piece. "I'm surprised you didn't try to seduce her into leaving you alone."

"I'm not into statutory rape." Dean said and snatched the fabric from my hand.

Sam and I groaned. "That was terrible." Sam said.

"You should be ashamed." I added.

Dean grinned. "I am, kind of."

Back at the motel, and yes I behaved myself on the car ride, I lounged on my bed as I flipped through channels. The guys had gone out to get lunch, and I had wanted to clean up. Again.

I'm sorry, but the smell of rotting corpse does not make a good perfume.

Flip. News. Flip. Scrambled porn. Flip. Monster truck rally. Flip. The Goonies. Flip. Static. Flip back. Static.

I felt a chill go down my spine as the static on the television screen cleared up. I was staring at a darkened room with one lone hooded figure standing to the side of the screen.

The voice from the tv was quiet. "Are you having fun yet?"

I didn't answer, but I worked my way off the bed and kept trying to change the channel. Every station was the figure.

"We want to welcome you.. Don't you want to say hi?" The figure didn't move.

"What are you watching?" Sam asked. I snapped my head over to him in surprise. I hadn't even heard him come in.

"Hello, Sam." The figure turned so their back was toward us. "Jess says hello."

Sam paled and an angry look appeared on his face. You know that angry twitch/tick thing he gets when he's really growly? Oh yeah, it was so there. "You son of a.. What the hell is this?"

"Do you want to see something fun?" The figure walked to the middle of the screen and removed their hood. It was a little girl. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her pink Sunday dress was faded and burnt. She smiled sweetly at us both. "It's his move now."

Before our eyes, the girl put a hand to her face.. And with an inhuman strength, ripped the flesh right off. There was no scream and she kept smiling as she skipped closer, the blood flowing everywhere. Her blood covered hand reached out and it seemed as if she were touching the screen.

The image turned to static as her childish laughter filled the room.

Her bloody handprint was still on the screen and the blood slowly dripped onto the cheap carpet.