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A/N- This is Part 2 of a 3 Part Story. If you haven't, please go back and read the chapter before this, otherwise it ain't gonna make a lick of sense. In this story, Natalie is 10. Please see profile page for disclaimer.

Hell's Bells Part 2

The next morning, Dean awoke to a familiar clicking sound. Natalie was, of course, up before dawn, typing away on her laptop. He sleepily rolled his eyes. It had become a ritual with her. She was up first thing in the morning, already working on whatever case they had going. She was such a natural early riser that Dean had finally given up on trying to make her sleep in, and instead insisted that she get to bed at a decent hour. She didn't put up a fuss anymore like she used to, but she was forever trying to push bedtime back as far as she could, insisting that she didn't need sleep. Some personal favorite excuses from her younger days had been "I have to watch this TV show, otherwise I can't go to sleep", "If you make me sleep now, I'll just be up even earlier", and of course "I've forgotten how to sleep". Ah, the joys of raising a child.

Dean drug himself out of bed, deliberately smacking Sam's foot on his way past to the coffee pot. Sam startled awake, rubbed his eyes, and pulled himself upright. At the sight of his niece already working on the computer, he chuckled. Didn't that kid ever sleep? Sam made his way to the bathroom, while Dean poured himself a cup of the only reason to get up in the morning. He stumbled over to the table where Natalie had set up camp, and dropped heavily into the chair beside her.

"Morning," he managed to say around the coffee cup glued to his lips. It sounded more like an observation than a greeting. She greeted him back with the same, knowing it wasn't wise to say much more than that until the coffee hit his bloodstream. Dean sucked down the hot coffee as fast as he could, and once the glorious relief of caffeine hit, he shook his head once, and came to life.

"Find anything yet?"

"Oh, yeah," Natalie said, pushing the laptop over towards him so he could see. "The museum just got the Egyptian exhibit in two weeks ago. It's straight from The Valley of the Kings."

"Isn't that where King Tut was buried? Or mummied- or whatever?"

Natalie pointed a finger at him. "Yahtzee." Dean grinned, hearing his kid use his catchphrase. Man, she was so cool. Just like him. "These artifacts weren't specifically from Tut's tomb, but not all of the origins are known, including...the Bell of Osiris."

Sam emerged from the bathroom, drying his hands, just in time to catch the last part. "Bell of Osiris. God of the Underworld Osiris?"

Dean looked at his brother, a confused expression on his face. "Wait- I thought Hades was the God of the Underworld."

"Different names in different cultures," Sam explained, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "There's Yama, Shinto, Loki-"

"Crowley," Natalie growled out. Dean chuckled. Her abject hatred of the King of Hell had no bounds. Not that he minded, but it just tickled him that she saw red whenever his name was mentioned. Sam smirked as well, walking up behind them to look at the computer.

"So is that the cursed Bell that Brick mentioned?" he asked, taking a sip.

"Who's Brick?" Natalie questioned.

"Football jock we interviewed."

Natalie snorted a laugh. "Brick? Seriously? Like the guy from 'Death of a Salesman?"

"That's the one."

Natalie and Sam shared a laugh, while Dean rolled his eyes. "Alright, you dorks. It's too early to be this smart."

Natalie smiled, pulling her laptop back to her. "Anyways, the Bell was allegedly forged in the Underworld. Anytime Osiris wanted a particular soul, all he had to do was ring the bell, and within 24 hours, that soul would be in his possession."

"So it's like Hell's Bells," Dean said, suddenly interested. "Like the AC/DC song?"

"Kinda sounds like it," Sam said, trying to read the research that Natalie had up on the screen.

"Awesome!" Dean exclaimed. Two pairs of disbelieving eyes swung to him. He tried to backtrack. "Well...not awesome...but, come on. A case with a kick ass song attached to it? Eh?" He looked back and forth from his brother to his daughter, both of whom were still staring blankly at him. "Never mind," he growled into his coffee cup.

"Okay. Moving on," Natalie said. "Here's the tricky part," she continued. "Supposedly, the only way of reaping the soul was for the bell to be rung. The victim would hear the chiming of the bells for twenty four hours- then they were history."

"Except in this case, the kid said that they DIDN'T ring the bell," Dean spoke up.

"Exactly. So how did it "activate"- for lack of a better word- when no one rung it?" Natalie questioned.

"Well, Brick said that Colin did touch it. Maybe that was all that was needed," Sam mused.

"You thinking the thing was turned on by a touch?" Natalie questioned.

"Sometimes, that's all it takes," Dean said, his perverted grin plastered on.

"Gross."

"Sometimes when a cursed object is left alone for a long time, its power grows more potent," Sam explained. "If it had been sitting in a tomb, rotting away for thousands of years without reaping a soul, it's entirely possible that it had enough power built up to "activate" again, even just upon touch."

"Well, that's just messed up," Natalie quipped.

"Yeah, tell me about it," Dean agreed. "Does it say how to undo the curse?"

Sam reached over his niece and scrolled down the page, looking for the answer. "Doesn't look like it." He pulled the laptop away, despite Natalie's annoyed squawk. He brushed her grasping hands away as she grumbled about him stealing her stuff. He completely ignored her and typed in a couple options, quickly scrolling through them. "It's not a well known artifact, so there's not a lot of research on it."

"Looks like we're just going to have to see it for ourselves," Dean said, swallowing the last of his coffee.

"Can I go?" Natalie said, popping up excitedly. Before either of them could speak, she turned to Sam. "Come on- it's a museum. It'll be educational. Cultural. Broaden my young mind. All that crap."

Sam laughed. "And this has nothing to do with your psychotic love of playing tourist, I guess."

"Nothing at all. Purely academic," she said, unable to hide the grin.

"Alright, smarty pants. Wheels up in a half hour."

*SPN SPN SPN*

Two hours later, the Winchesters pulled up to the museum. As different from Quaker City as it could possibly be, the town "about an hour north" with the museum was a bustling metropolis. The building itself was a rather large, steel colored structure, with huge glass doors at the entrance. Natalie was awestruck- not just at the structure of the building, or the size, but by the fact that she was actually getting to go to a real museum instead of just a historic mansion that had a restless spirit problem. She could feel the pulse of energy from the pieces of history that were enclosed behind the glass doors. Dean put his hand on her shoulder as they passed through the entrance. She looked up at him curiously.

"Stay close," he said in a low voice. Natalie wrinkled her nose at being treated like a four year old, but Dean didn't care. He knew she would get enamored with something she saw and- not entirely on purpose- wander off to go exploring. Then it would be the game of Find-the-Kid instead of Find-the-Curse. They purchased a pass for the day and quickly signed up for the next tour, which was going to take place in about ten minutes. Sam and Natalie took the opportunity to look around the first room together, while Dean sat in the lobby. After warning Sam to keep an eye on his daughter, he found a very nice looking bench- perfect for him to pass the next boring ten minutes on. He looked all around him. The security in this place was unbelievable. There were cameras every four feet, it seems. He could also see the plates on the lower parts of the walls, indicating where they had laser sensors. As his hunter's eye took in all the info, he started noticing the art that was on the walls as well. There was a picture of some old dude in one of those curly white wigs, right over the center of the information desk. He tried to imagine what on earth could have possessed these founding fathers to wear the stupid wigs. They just looked like sissies to him.

He didn't understand the fascination this old crap held for his daughter or his brother. He'd rather take a blow to the head than get cultured. Instead, he began scouting for any hot young moms that may be here with their kids. After that, the time seemed to pass rather quickly. Before they knew it, all three Winchesters were joining the rest of the poor schmucks who seemed to be on the tour too. Dean looked around him, and saw another guy about his age that seemed to be there with his wife. She was snapping pictures like it was their kid's graduation. He nodded sympathetically to the man, who nodded sympathetically back.

Natalie bounded up to his side. "You are not going to BELIEVE the stuff that's here!" she whispered excitedly. He tried to give an enthusiastic grin back, but failed epically. She giggled, though, which brought a genuine smile to his face. "It's not going to be all bad. There's a whole room full of pirate crap," she said, her tone buzzed with energy. That made his eyebrows shoot up, but he was still skeptical.

"What- like old peg legs and parrot skeletons?"

"Nope. Like cannons and treasure."

"Now we're talking."

A younger woman stepped up to the group. Probably in her early thirties, her red hair was slicked back into a nice, professional looking bun. She introduced herself in a gentle, pleasant, but clearly rehearsed voice. "Hello, everyone. Welcome to the Museum of World History. My name is Amanda, and I'll be your tour guide today." Natalie turned and gave Dean a stink eye, which surprised him. He looked back at her, questioningly. He hadn't done anything- what was that glare about? She seemed to size him up for a second, then smiled and nodded her head, once. Dean puzzled to himself, wondering what had gotten under her skin. Before he could ask, though, Amanda was instructing the group to follow her. Dean made sure Natalie was within his periphery, and they fell in with the rest of the group. They traveled through dusty rooms, listening to her ramble on about this clay pot from Russia or that wooden chair from some country that sounded made up. Dean found himself wondering if he could actually fall asleep standing. After about 20 minutes of mind numbing facts, they entered the pirate room. Sam turned on Natalie right as they were coming through the glass doors.

"Don't touch anything," he preemptively scolded. She scowled and shot him her best bitch face, which he promptly ignored. Dean chuckled at her, but then Sam turned to him. "You either," he said. Dean looked shocked and then affronted for a moment. He turned to his daughter, and they shrugged in tandem, as if to say what are ya gonna do? As this stuff actually had the potential to be cool, Dean tried to pay attention to their tour guide, who was standing by a massive cannon. Both Dean and Natalie's eyes lit up at the impressive hunk of iron.

"This was an actual cannon from the ship that was stolen by Lady Elizabeth Killigrew. She and her husband decided to steal the famous ship The Marie of San Sebastian, instead of repairing it and returning it, as they were originally charged to do."

Natalie stood up on her tiptoes, craning around Sam to try to get a better look. Dean grinned- of course she was into this story. Chick Pirate who stole a freaking ship? Awesome. As for himself, the treasures and other artifacts that populated the room were plenty intriguing. He actually found himself listening, and more to his horror, learning. He shook his arms and his head, trying to get that ridiculous notion off of him. Learning was dumb. Learning was for dorks. Learning was for Sam.

Amanda lead them through a glass hallway into the next room, and all three of them perked up. This was what they had been waiting for. The room was littered with Egyptian artifacts on pedestals and podiums. As if someone flipped an invisible switch, all three of them instantly and silently slipped into hunter mode and began scanning the room, looking for the object. Sam was the first to find it, catching Dean's eye, and then alerting him to the bell's presence with a jerk of his head. Amanda was taking her dear, sweet time getting to that particular artifact, rambling on about this statue of a cat and that eye of a god, but she finally approached the object.

"And this is the Bell of Osiris. Legend has it that the bell was forged in the Underworld, and given to the god Osiris as a gift. Whenever he decided that a person's time on earth was over, he would ring the bell. The victim would then be dead within twenty four hours." She faltered a bit on her rehearsed dialogue at that point, but picked it right back up. Sam and Dean exchanged a quick look- she must have heard about the kid's death. Well, after the tour, they would definitely have a few questions for her. They moved on to the next room, and the next, and the next, until finally the tour was finished.

Dean heaved a sigh of relief- there wasn't enough coffee in the world to get him through that again. Amanda stood in the last room, politely smiling at her group, nodding her thanks when anyone smiled or said she had done a good job. Sam casually walked up to her.

"Um, excuse me, Amanda?" he said, faking hesitancy.

"Yes?" she said politely, turning to him.

"I was wondering- could you tell me a little more history on some of those Egyptian artifacts? My brother and I," he said, indicating Dean behind him, who was doing his best to look enthused, "-we're big history buffs, especially when it comes to Egypt."

"Absolutely!" she said, giving off her customer service smile, and leading them back towards the room where the new exhibit was. Sam stayed right beside her, and Dean and Natalie brought up the rear. "Have you all ever been to Egypt?"

"No," Sam said. "Bucket list, though."

"Oh, me too. I've always been interested in the pharaohs and Egyptian gods, ever since I was a little kid..." As Amanda and Sam began chatting about Egyptology, Dean slowed his walk down a bit, just enough so that Sam wouldn't notice. Natalie kept pace beside him, wondering what he was up to. He stopped, as did his kid. While still keeping an eye on Sam and the growing distance between the pair of them, he said out of the side of his mouth to her, "Wanna go into the pirate room and touch a bunch of stuff?"

Without missing a beat or turning her head she said, "Yes I do."

"Let's go." And they took off.

Meanwhile, Sam and Amanda had reached the Egyptian Exhibit. Now that the tour had ended, there was no one else in the room. They could take all the time they wanted to, examining the bell. Sam turned around to say something to Dean, but then saw that his brother and niece were nowhere in sight. Sam clenched his jaw and closed his eyes for a second, mentally berating himself for not making Dean walk in front of him. He turned his attention back to Amanda as they approached the Bell. Sam leaned in to it a bit to try to get a better look, see if there were any markings or hieroglyphics on it. As far as he could see, there was nothing. He stood back upright, annoyed at the lack of information.

"It looks so innocent, doesn't it?" Amanda said.

"Yeah. Yeah it does," Sam mused, lost in thought. "I mean- a bell that's supposed to literally ring in death? Geez."

"That's the scary part about it," Amanda said. "According to legend, once it started reaping souls, it didn't stop until it got what it wanted. There was no way to keep death from happening." She broke off and got quiet, sounding almost afraid. "Every toll of the bell brought you closer to death."

Sam looked at her. She was staring at the object like she expected it to start ringing at any moment. He cleared his throat, causing her to jump. "Sorry, sorry," she said breathlessly. "Got caught up in la- la land there for a second."

"It's no wonder. I mean, with that kid that died and all," Sam said. She looked at him blankly.

"What kid?" she asked curiously. Sam's eyes widened. Wait- she didn't know about the kid? Why was she looking so freaked out then?

"Yeah- one of the kids who was on the school field trip two days ago died yesterday, right around this time," Sam explained slowly. Amanda's face grew pale. "He was the kid who got caught touching the bell."

"Oh, yeah. I remember. I was the one who caught him," she said, almost to herself. She looked away, and appeared to have a hard time breathing. Suddenly, a loud crash came from the other room. Both Sam and Amanda looked at each other, then headed towards the noise. When they got to the pirate room, a not-surprising scene met Sam's eyes. On the floor was a gold jewel-encrusted goblet that had just toppled off a pedestal, undoubtedly touched by the two morons who were looking at it. Both Dean and Natalie were staring at the goblet, but the second they saw Sam, they pointed to each other in tandem.

"She did it," Dean said at the same time that Natalie said, "He did it." They did a double take at each other, and scowled at the other one in perfect unison. Dean was the first to recover. His eyes darted between the tour guide with the perplexed look on her face, and his brother with the smoke coming out of his nostrils. Dean cleared his throat awkwardly. He picked up the goblet, placing it carefully back on the stand.

"We just...um...it...ah...we're gonna...come on." He grabbed the back of Natalie's collar, and both of them booked it out of the room. Sam closed his eyes. How had he ended up raising two children? What had he done to deserve this? He turned to Amanda.

"I'm so sorry about that," he apologized, turning red from embarrassment. She almost chuckled, to his surprise.

"It's alright. It's not the first time, and it won't be the last. For all of the security they have on the actual building itself, the exhibits are surprisingly easy to touch."

"They have a lot of security around here?" Sam asked as they walked back to the room.

Amanda seemed to size him up briefly. "Are you planning on robbing the place?" she said jokingly.

He gave a charming chuckle. "I'm actually from the FBI- I'm assigned to the case of the kid who died," Sam lied, pulling out the badge, doing the usual flip and show before tucking it back into his jacket. "My brother and his kid were in town, so we decided to kill two birds with one stone while I investigated the case.

"I see," she said, absentmindedly, her attention captured once again by the bell. She didn't offer anything more than that, so eventually Sam cleared his throat to try to get her attention again.

"So you say, you caught the boys? Did you actually see one of them touching the bell?" he asked.

"Yes. The shorter one was over the velvet rope, with his hand on the bell. I grabbed his arm to pull him away, but it was like he didn't even register that I was there. He had this strange look on his face, and he kept shaking his head. After a moment, I finally got him over the rope. That's when he seemed to realize that I was there. I found one of the chaperones and delivered the boys to them."

"Did you notice anything weird in the room when Colin was touching the bell?"

"Weird like what?"

"Cold spots, strange sounds, that sort of thing?"

Amanda shook her head. "No- not...at that moment."

That got Sam's attention. "Have there been other strange things happening since then?" He took a half step in towards her, as if closing the gap between them could make her offer more information. He could see the indecision in her eyes. She obviously knew something.

"Well...yes...but..." she trailed off, clearly unsure about her thoughts.

"It's okay. Trust me- I've probably heard worse," Sam said, with a reassuring smile. Amanda smiled back, hesitantly, but then blurted her words out.

"I've...I've been hearing...chiming," she said, so faintly that Sam almost didn't catch it.

"Chiming?" Sam said, instantly on alert.

Amanda nodded. "Like...bells."

Sam's eyes grew wide. "Amanda- when did the chiming start?"

"Around this time, yesterday. Why?" Sam opened his mouth to answer, but he never got the chance to. Suddenly, Amanda covered her ears and doubled over. Her face contorted, and even though she didn't make a sound, it was obvious that she was in terrible pain.

"Whoa! Amanda? Amanda?!" Sam yelled desperately. She couldn't stand up straight. She didn't answer with words- instead, she started screaming.

"DEAN!" Sam shouted, praying his brother was still within earshot. Five seconds later, Dean came running through the glass hallway into the room, with Natalie hot on his heels. They both stopped in surprise at the sight of Amanda, doubled over herself, hands over her ears, screaming bloody murder.

"What happened?!" Dean roared.

"I don't know! She just started screaming!" Sam yelled back. Suddenly, Amanda's face jerked up. Blood began pouring through her fingers covering her ears, and began streaming out of her eye sockets, leaving horrible red rivers down her face. Dean turned to Natalie, who was looking terrified.

"Go get help!" he yelled at her. She snapped to attention at the sound of his voice, turned, and immediately went off running. Dean turned back to the scene, just in time to see Amanda collapse. Sam was close to her, and caught her before she could hit the floor. She was still screaming, and her blood was spattering everywhere, leaving angry red streaks across the priceless artifacts. Sam tried to gently lower her to the floor, but she was writhing so much he almost dropped her again. Dean rushed to his side, but there was nothing to be done. With a final twitch, another bubble of blood burst from Amanda's lips, and she laid still. Sam looked at Dean in horror. He laid her body on the floor, and stood up.

"Dude- what happened? Are you okay?" Dean asked, looking desperately into Sam's face.

But Sam didn't answer. He couldn't. He couldn't hear Dean. All he could hear was the ringing in his ears.