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Chapter Three

Dean's PoV

Of course, now it all makes sense, in a strange kind of not making sense way. There's only one person who could possibly want to kill us all. It's been so long I've almost forgotten that day.

I glance over to Sam, sleeping like a baby. That's good though, ever since Jess died he's been on edge. How will he react if I tell him? Maybe I shouldn't, if he gets all emotional on me my ass is gonna get kicked.

He's always been the softie, me I'm the soft centered chocolate, sweet and teasing, mouth watering and all. No one sees what I feel, no one knows, that's the hard covering, but there's the big brother centre that ruins my whole bad ass attitude and makes me all the more enticing.

Great, now I'm comparing myself to chocolate? Dean Dean Dean, your going crazy. Oh well, I always knew I was a freak.

When Sammy wakes up I'll send him to Jackie's house and he can check it out, I doubt anything will be there, no, this spirit is going to be after me. I'll go to her parents house, find out what I can about Jackie, and about who I think is haunting our asses.

Sam's PoV

I creep across the darkened verandah. Relying on the darkness to hide me from the prying eyes of the small town neighbors. Man, I've forgotten what old women in small towns are like. They have nothing better to do than peer and twitter.

"Oh my Mrs. So and So, there was a young man creeping into Mrs. Holman's daughter's place the other night. What's her name now? Oh yes, Jackie that's it, she went missing didn't she?" and they would all smile and tap their long noses. I grit my teeth and turn my mind back to the hunt.

"Great," I mutter to myself "I have to creep around the freaky haunted and/or abandoned house in the dark while Dean goes and talks to the nice, normal family of the missing." I smile to myself, taking comfort from the fact that Dean probably likes this arrangement even less than I do. Dean has always been more for the empty house side of the job than the condolences of poor, worried family members.

Still, I have never met the Holman's. Though I doubt that Dean has either, he seems to have trouble talking to the people who had produced whoever he happens to be dating at the time. It is probably harder for him since they'd broken up, especially considering she had dumped him, not the usual arrangement of the other way around.

Dean's PoV

Oh god, tell me your kidding me. Please, tell me this is some sick joke. What I can see is about to kill me; push me past the horizon of insanity. Anything but this, I'm begging you.

I can't hide the obvious look of disgust that hovers on my face when I see their house. Can you believe it? White picket fences! Man, these people's house is straight from Home and Garden. How do people live like this? Oh man, I can even hear classical music playing from a neighbor's house.

Haunted houses I get, normal ones, they freak me out. They're too perfect, they never look like they've been lived in and one like this would put a perfect score on the Workplace Health and Safety check to shame.

With a heavier heart I trudge up the pebble path to the quaint little door. Scowling at the dainty pots of flowers I bang on the door, ignoring the rose shaped door knocker.

The door swings open and an old lady, maybe forty stares back at me. She frowns for moment, looking pensive, as though she's searching for a memory.

"Hello ma'am I'm-" I stare as she cuts across me, how dare she?

"You're Dean aren't you? The guy who broke my Jackie's heart?" She looks a little angry, but still passive. Don't want to put her in a bad mood.

"No I'm his brother and I-" Damn she did it again.

"Sam then? Oh how lovely to finally meet you dear!" She seized me and pulled me into a hug. What the hell has Sam been doing? Still, better to be the old family friend than the guy who broke your recently missing, and probably dead daughter's heart.

She pulled me into the house and sat me down, pouring tea into a pink mug. I could throw up any second now.

She sat in front of me, waiting for me to speak.

"I…ahh, heard about Jackie, I'm sorry." Her eyes darken at my words. I remembered briefly how Jackie's eyes did that.

"Do you know who took her yet?" I ask tentatively, trying my best to be Sam. Needless to say I'm gonna fail miserably. Sam is the "people person"; I am the soft centered chocolate.

Mrs. Holman shook her head. "No, they'll find her though." I fight hard not to roll my eyes. Why do people hold onto hope when its so damn clear they're loved ones aren't coming back?

Then that little voice that keeps popping into my head returned, just to annoy me. Dean, it announced, you're holding onto hope about your father...

I scowl, probably causing Mrs. Holman to think I don't care if they find her or not. I hate it when my head contradicts itself. Seeing that the old woman was waiting for me to answer I smile.

"The police are slack if they haven't found her yet." I sigh, giving in to pride and deciding to feed her hope for a while. "I'm sure they'll find her alive and well very soon."

She smiles, thinking I'm being sincere. Now I might actually get answers. She studies me for a moment, looking into my eyes.

"Sam honey, you were always so good to Emily." Ah, now we're getting somewhere! She's opening up...right? How the hell should I know? I'm the chocolate, not the person! Damn that stupid voice again.

"It's always nice to know she died in your company, died with a friend, and poor Jackie, she might be all alone right now..." With this the woman burst into tears and I felt a huge chick flick moment on the way, great, just what I always wanted.

"Was Emily always easily angered?" I ask trying to look like I'm reminiscing, when in actually fact I'm thinking about the email Jackie sent me the night she vanished.

Mrs. Holman smiled. "Oh yes, she had feisty temper." I try to hide my look of triumph. Looks like I was right.

"Well, I have to get going; it was nice seeing you Mrs. Holman." I smile, sculling my tea and trying not to pull a face when I realize it was cold to begin with.

Well, thank everything holy, unholy and in between I am out of there. Pulling my cell phone out I went to speed Dial and waited for Sam to pick up.

"Hey?" Sam answered on the second ring.

"I got nothing." I say casually. He sighs on the end of the phone.

"Me neither...just a little bit of blood on the table--" He stopped talking and I waited impatiently.

A crash and yell echoed down the phone. A gun shot and then silence.

"SAMMY?" I yelped. Silence.

"Sam?" I say again. "Sam, are you there?" Foot steps to the phone, heavy breathing.

The voice that answered wasn't Sam's.

"Hello Dean...remember me?"

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