"I can't believe we're getting information from someone at a psych ward." Dean grumbled, pulling up into the parking lot of Silverdale Psychiatric a few hours later.
"From the girl's mother, Dean. We know for sure now that it's her whose curse this is, her own mother should be the best source..." Sam trailed off, beginning to get out. "You're just pissed because Rachael didn't like you." he grinned wryly, then shook his head again, "I don't blame her, you were pretty abrasive."
"Abrasive?" he protested, looking over at Sam.
He shrugged, "To someone in her position..."
Dean sighed and started in, "But seriously... she's her biological mother, that doesn't mean the girl even knew her at all. Adoptions are usually done at a young age. What could she know about Samara?"
"More than you're giving her credit for." Sam frowned, speaking more softly now that they were inside, and heading down the center of a wide open lobby area, towards a desk at the opposite side.
A large man sitting at the chair behind the desk looked up as they approached. "Can I help you?" he asked pleasantly, running a hand over his bald head as he reclined in the chair.
Sam stepped up, "We're looking for a woman named Evelyn... we think we've found something of hers..." he held up the book Rachael had given.
The man at the desk gave them both an odd look. "Evelyn? You sure?" he asked, beginning to stand up.
Sam glanced at Dean, then looked back with a quizzical expression, "Yeah..."
He shrugged, "Allright, you two... follow me." he motioned while walking down a side hallway. "You two don't have any... kids, do you?" he asked, giving them a skeptical look.
Dean returned this looking insulted, "No, man, it's not like that." he said quickly.
He held up his hands, "Not what I was saying. Just usually the people looking for Evelyn are..." he trailed off, giving a shrug as they continued down the hallway, to a lone room at the end.
A humming grew louder as they came closer, the only sound amidst the oppressive silence in the long white hallway. As their footsteps tapped closer and closer to the end, Sam began to look around, in search of the source of the sound.
When they stopped at the end, the man reached for the door with a jingling ring of keys, but halted seeing Sam, "Oh, you don't recognize that too, do you?" he said with an eyeroll, as if he'd seen it all before.
Sam watched him questioningly, "Yeah... I do."
The key turned in the lock, and the door clicked open. "Hello their Evelyn..." he said in a calming tone, "You have two visitors today. Pretty soon after the last ones, don't you think? And you didn't even see them coming." he glanced back at the brothers, and ushered them inside, closing the door after them.
There was a silence between them, as they both watched the woman, the perfect grandmotherly image, long dress, knitted sweater, hunched over a desk and working on something, all the while breathlessly humming that same tune.
Sam swallowed, "Evelyn?" he said softly, stepping up.
The woman stopped, and looked straight forward out an open window in front of her desk, before turning and looking over her shoulder, shaggy hair falling all about her face as she stared at him with unblinking, bloodshot eyes. "You're here..." she breathed.
He nodded, and held out the book, "I think... this belonged to you...?" he asked.
A look of recognition dawned on her face, and in a moment, she almost smiled, standing up and turning around, "Oh... that was for Samara..."
Sam flipped open to the first page, and sure enough, scrawled in scratchy cursive were written the words: For Samara.
"That's what I'm here for..." he murmured. "I need to know more about Samara."
"Samara..." she shuddered, "She never sleeps..."
Sam nodded, "I've heard that."
"The dead never sleep." she shook her head, and took a step toward him, watching expectantly.
"Samara is dead..."
"Samara was dead. Before she died."
"Aw, come on..." Dean rolled his eyes. Sam, too, glanced at him with a confused look.
"And she never sleeps. Because the dead never sleep."
"This is going in circles..." Dean shook his head, and turned around, facing the door, expecting to be able to leave soon.
"Why doesn't she sleep?" Sam tried. He'd never... dealt with a crazy person before. At least, not a living one.
"Because she is dead." he rolled his eyes in slight frustration, but Evelyn continued, "And the dead are always awake. Always watching..."
"Watching for what?"
She turned and looked up at him, her eyes, if possible, even wider than before as she took in his shape. She swallowed, "Watch for a way back in..." she took another step forward.
Sam sighed, and turned to Dean, "Possession. Samara is, was possessed by something... and now that she's dead she's doing the same as what happened to her."
"How do they get back in?" Dean asked, turning and facing the woman now, "Is it through the tape."
She shook her head quickly, "No... no, no, no..."
"Then how?" Dean said, a little more loudly, stepping forward.
"Dean, don't push her..." Sam held a hand out in front of him, his voice calm.
"Nensha..." she murmured weakly, "Nensha..."
"What?"
"Nensha... nensha, nensha, nensha..." the woman turned, and bustled around to rummage through a pile of newspaper scraps on her table, apparently just rearranging them and nothing more.
"What is nensha?" Sam whispered, looking over at Dean.
"She's speaking nonsense, man." he said darkly.
"Nensha is her way back in." Evelyn turned around again, with a lopsided smile, "Nensha, and the ones who have it... and other gifts, they have other gifts too..." her voice was quiet as she walked shakily towards Sam, "Gifts like you..."
Sam held the book out for Dean to take, and made a small, unsure step back, "What?"
"Gifts like you..."
"Gifts like me? I'm a... wait, what are you talking about?"
"You have it." her voice was raspy as she pointed a crooked finger at him.
"Have what?"
"You have it... You have it, You have it! You have it!" her voice grew louder, and she was shuffling faster, more frantically for him.
"Sam!" Dean called out.
"Just like her!" She wailed, "You have it just like her!" her hands were outstretched, reaching up for Sam as he continued to back away, completely bewildered. The door clicked open.
"Evelyn!" came the man's stern call.
"You have it! You must die! YOU MUST DIE!" she shrieked, grabbing for Sam.
The man's burly arms suddenly wrapped around her middle, cutting her off just before she reached Sam, pinned against a wall. Her fingernails raked across the skin of his throat, as he flinched back. "You need to get out of here." he ordered, looking between the two of them. "Now!"
"Get out!" Evelyn screeched, "Get out, GET OUT! And don't let her take you!"
Sam, without second thought, rushed out the door, quickly followed by an unhesitating Dean.
"What the hell was that all about?" Dean snapped angrily as they hurried down the hallway. "That got us nothing but a bunch of wasted time, Sam!"
"It got us more than that..." Sam breathed, a hand nervously on his throat. He looked shaken as he strode swiftly down the white halls toward the exit. "We know what Samara's after."
"Yeah!" Dean snapped, "You!"
"Just calm down, allright?" Sam frowned, his own voice shaky, looking back at him, "Just give me some time, I'll make some sense of it."
"We need to call that Rachael again, she's gotta be able to give us something better than this..." he hissed.
"You drive." Sam said, passing quickly through the doors, and making for the car, not that it was ever any different.
Dean sighed frustratedly, and got in the car, "And what're you gonna do?"
"I have to look some things up..." he muttered quietly, "I... I think I know what she's talking about. And we have all these resources right here..." he trailed off, pulling Samara's pink diary from his pocket, setting it atop the large book that had belonged to Evelyn, and beside the blank tape.
"Then you're as crazy as she is." Dean murmured, beginning to drive.
"Shut up." Sam hissed.
"Look, I'm sorry! I just... ugh... it's... it's too complicated right now." he shook his head, "Both of us know that you're the brains and I'm the brawn. And right now I'm really hoping those brains of yours are helping you figure something really decent out."
"They would if you would just let me!" he said through gritted teeth, his hand clenching around, and crumpling up the corner of a page.
Sighing softly, Dean ran a hand over his forehead, as if massaging away a headache, asking meekly a moment later, "Where to?"
"Anywhere." Sam was already trying to concentrate on something else, looking through the book purposefully, "Seattle." he suggested, and with a nod, Dean turned onto the highway. With a little luck, and going just a little fast... they'd get there before sunset.
All went silent. An electricity hung in the air, from the high tensions within the car. Dean concentrated on the road, and putting other thoughts out of his mind, while Sam concentrated on his work, pouring over the mostly-mad ramblings in the larger of the notebooks, occasionally checking something in his own collection, and also opening Samara's little journal once in a while. Each time Dean chanced a glance over at his brother, the expression on his face had gone from bad to worse.
At once, he pulled to a stop, almost as abrupt as the last time he had done so, at Shelter Mountain Inn. Sam looked up once he realized they were sitting idle at the side of the road, and looked back to Dean, swallowing. "What is it?"
"Contrary to popular belief, I can multitask..." Dean muttered, "And I've been watching you. I haven't seen you this scared since you were five and dad told you the boogieman was real." he said, "Plus, you've been staring at that same page for the last twenty minutes, not even reading." he sighed, "So what is it? What've you found out?"
Sam swallowed, and looked out the window. "She wants me." he said softly.
"We already know that."
"No, you don't understand." he turned around, brow furrowed, eyes glazed with worry, "She wants to control me. She wants to possess me." he swallowed.
"How do you know that?" he frowned.
"Evelyn as good as told us that Samara was possessed... then she went on about my own gifts, and we both know what she meant by that..."
"Sam, how could she possibly have known..."
"That's not the point... what I'm saying is..." he trailed off, sighing, and thinking how to get it straight. "Evelyn mentioned something called nensha... and I looked through her book, and it was in there too. It explained what it is..."
"Which is?" Dean watched him pointedly.
"Nensha is the Japanese word for the ability to project an image from your mind onto... something else. To someone else's head, to thin air... That's what she meant when she was telling the doctor about those pictures in the hospital record. I bet that she can even project them... to a videotape..." he looked down at the black cassette, then held it up. "That's what I think this is. It's an extension of Samara's will."
"And what does she will?" he continued questioning.
"In Samara's diary..." he began, ignoring the question for now, and flipping it open, he read "She says 'I've seen it, like I see other things. And whenever I see something, it happens.' Dean, doesn't that sound exactly like what happens to me?" he looked down again, and closed the book.
"Like your visions?"
"And then Evelyn said not to let her take me..." he murmured, "It all makes sense..."
"Not to me!" he said frustratedly, "What are you getting at?"
He looked up and frowned, "Samara had these powers just like I did, and she got taken over by some spirit. Now that she's a spirit too, she wants in to a body that has the same powers she did..."
Dean swallowed, and slowly shook his head, knowing what he was about to hear, but not wanting to have to hear it.
Sam watched him closely as he spoke again, "She wants control of me."
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Author's Ending Note Thingy: Whoo, writing as a crazy person is fun, but hard. I had to check and recheck to see if I got out all the right information in the cryptic manner I'd meant to. Honestly, I only just came up with this twist in the story... but I figured it made sense. After all, Aiden got taken over in The Ring Two. I guess people with that kind of sensitivity to spirits are also susceptible to them, too. Information on nensha was taken from a site called 'ringworld'. You can find it on google, it mostly focuses around the Japanese 'the ring', but they kept that power of Samara's constant through both versions of the movie... I just thought I'd mention it. I'm a little surprised with my own rate of writing… I guess I've just been more simultaneously bored and inspired recently than I had been before.
P.S. thingy... if anybody can suggest any and all horror movies that I might be able to do Supernatural crossovers with... I've only just realized what a potentially good series this could make. XD If possible, I'd like to refrain from hack'n'slash zombie type things, and you've got to take it into account that I haven't seen nearly as many horror movies as I'd like... but I got to thinking, and I just couldn't come up with any. So if anybody out there wants to see their favorite horror movie crossed over with Supernatural, do a shout out in review-form and I'll see if I can get to it sometime. XD
Ideas on that: Not 'Cursed', not 'The Grudge', not 'Dark Water'. Maybe-possibly some of the Freddy Creuger series, though I'd have to rent them all and watch them repeatedly.
Okay, seriously, I'm done now. Bye.
