Author's note: I do not own anything having to do with Supernatural, only Leah belongs to me. Just a reminder SUPERNATURAL signifies a break in time. Please excuse any mistakes as I don't have a Beta but if anyone is interested send me a PM! As always please remember to ~Read and Review~
I feel like season two has been full of angst so I tried to really lighten this one up by adding my own stuff to the beginning so it's a little long, I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 33- Drunken words are sober thoughts
"How long are we going to stay in Peoria for?" I asked Dean as we drove back from getting dinner and beer.
"Until Sam in ready to leave."
"Great," I sighed.
"What's your problem?" Dean asked as he flipped through the radio stations trying to find something that 'didn't make his ears bleed' as he so nicely put it.
"This town is so boring," I whined like a little kid, "I mean I literally have to find ways to entertain myself."
"Yeah God forbid," Dean teased.
"Come on De, we've been here for a whole month already if we haven't found anything yet then we probably aren't going to," I complained as we pulled into the motel we had been calling home.
"We'll give it a few more days and then we will say something," Dean stated as we got out of the car and walked to our room, "I know he needs to lighten up a little but we can't force him."
"Yeah, ok…thanks Ellen," Sam said before hanging up his cell phone as Dean and I walked in.
"What'd she have to say?" Dean asked as he put our food on the table.
"She's got nothing," Sam sighed sitting in front of his laptop, "Me, I've been checking every database I can think of; federal, state and local and no one has heard anything about Ava...she just disappeared into thin air."
"Sorry, Sammy," I said taking my jacket off and placing it on the back of one of the chairs.
"So…" Sam started with an evil grin on his face and I knew this wasn't going to be good, "Ash got on phone…wants to know why you haven't called him."
"Is that who has been blowing your phone up?" Dean questioned with an eyebrow raised.
"Maybe," I shrugged taking a beer out of the case we had just bought.
"Ash said he hasn't tried to call you," Sam stated and I looked anywhere but at them.
"So who have you been talking to?" Dean asked curiously.
"No one," I lied as my phone vibrated notifying me to a text message.
"Let's see who 'no one' really is," Dean smirked as he tried to grab for my cell phone but I ran around him only to be stopped by Sam who snatched it out of my hand.
"Let's see," Sam said holding it high enough where even if I jumped I couldn't reach it.
"Samuel, give it back," I growled threatening to kick him in the balls if he didn't hand it over so he threw it over my head to Dean but by the time I tried to get it from him he already opened the text message.
"Oh I did not need to read that," he squirmed and threw my phone at me.
"I warned you," I said as I read the message and sent a reply. Luckily, I had the guy I was talking to listed under a code name.
"What'd it say?" Sam asked feeling out of the loop.
"Trust me you don't want to know," Dean shuddered still trying to get the words out of his head before turning his attention back to me, "That's disgusting."
"It's sexting, Dean, it's not like I'm actually doing it…well, for now," I smirked.
"Sexting?" Sam questioned as if I made up the word.
"Sex through text messages," I explained as another message came to my phone.
"Yup, definitely glad I didn't read that message," Sam said uneasily, "Do we want to know who you're talking to?"
"It's Porter, isn't it?" Dean questioned before I had a chance to answer.
"Dylan?" Sam asked surprised.
"Are we really going to play twenty questions?" I replied purposely not answering their questions, "I mean it's not like you hassle Dean on what bimbos he sleeps with."
"No you do that all by yourself," Dean scoffed.
"I do not!" I argued.
"What about that teacher's assistant in Massachusetts?" Dean challenged.
"What about her?" I asked confused.
"You asked for her ID before you would leave us alone together!"
"She looked like she was twelve!" I protested and I heard Sam stifling a laugh, "You're just upset because you don't know how to text."
"I do to!" Dean argued.
"Replying with the letter 'k' isn't what I mean."
"Alright, alight, alright," Sam said breaking up our little bickering moment, "Ellen did have one thing, a hotel in Cornwall, Connecticut two freak accidents in the past three weeks."
"What's that have to do with Ava?" Dean asked the same thing I was thinking.
"It's a job. I mean, a lady drowned in the bathtub then a few days ago a guy falls down the stairs; head turns a complete one-eighty. Which isn't exactly normal, you know? I don't know it might be nothing but I told Ellen we would check it out."
"You did?" I asked sharing a look with Dean.
"Yeah…you seem surprised," Sam commented as I sat cross legged on the bed with my beer in hand.
"Well yeah, I am too," Dean added taking a seat on the other bed, "It's just not the patented Sam Winchester way."
"What way is that?" Sam asked defensively.
"I just figured after Ava there'd be more angst and droopy music and staring out rainy windows and…" I started until I saw Sam giving me a death glare, "Ok, I'll shut up now."
"Look, I'm the one who told her to go back home. Now her fiancé's dead and some demon has taken her off to God knows where. But we've been looking for a month now and we've got nothing. So I'm not giving up on her but I'm not going to let other people die either. We've got to save as many people as we can."
I just stared at him shocked.
"Wow," Dean said leaning back against the wall, "That attitude is just way too healthy for me and I'm officially uncomfortable now, thank you."
"Seriously Sammy, it's just not the Winchester way," I added with a wink.
"Alright, call Ellen and tell her we'll take it," Dean said taking a swig of his beer.
"My phone is almost out of battery, Le, do you mind?" Sam asked motioning to my cell phone that was sitting on the bed next to me.
I rolled my eyes but called the Roadhouse anyways.
"Harvelle's," Ellen answered.
"Hey Ellen, it's Leah," I started until I heard her yelling for Ash, "No, no, no, no, Ellen, I was just calling to say we'd take the job…Ellen?"
"Well if it isn't my little senorita," Ash said on the other line.
"Hi Ash," I said glaring at Sam who was clinking beers with Dean.
"You called cause you miss me, don't you?"
"Actually, I called to tell Ellen we were going to take that job she told Sam about," I started until I heard the music playing in the background, "Is that Supermassive Black Hole?"
"It's my new theme song, gets me all hot and bothered."
"Ok, I've got to go, talk to you later Ash," I said quickly before hanging up the phone and looking angrily over at Sam who laughing uncontrollably.
"That was great," Dean smiled and patted Sam on the back.
"You'll pay for that," I promised as I threw a pillow at both of them.
We packed our things and started the 17 hour drive to Connecticut but with Dean behind the wheel it would probably only take us 15. I dozed on and off in the backseat until we stopped in Pennsylvania to fill up the Impala. Sam walked into the station with me and asked for the bathroom key as I scooped up candy bars, bags of M&M's, lollipops and a couple bottles of soda and nearly threw them on the counter so I wouldn't drop them. The girl behind the counter barely noticed me standing there as she stared out the window clearly checking out Dean's ass as he leaned over the hood of the car to check the oil.
"Ahem," I cleared my throat trying to get her attention but she kept her eyes glued on Dean.
That's when an idea popped in my head and I leaned over the counter to talk to her, "It is heart warming, isn't it? How they are so nervous about getting married."
"What?" she asked looking at me for the first time since I had walked into the gas station.
"Well you know how rude people can be," I replied as I saw Sam making his way up to the counter, "Please be nice."
"Thank you," Sam said placing the key on the counter.
"Congratulations," she smiled at Sam as she finally starting ringing up my items and I saw his brow furrow in confusion.
"It's ok Sammy, you don't have to hide, I told her," I said patting him on the arm and trying not to laugh.
"Your total is 43.87," she said handing the bags over to Sam and I handed her the cash.
"You bought forty dollars worth of candy!" Sam exclaimed.
"Yeah, so?" I shrugged as she handed my change and we turned to leave.
"Your fiancé is very lucky," she called after us motioning to Dean as we walked out the door.
"Why would you say you were married to Dean?" Sam questioned.
"Oh not me," I smiled patting him on the arm.
"Leah, you didn't!" Sam yelled as we got in the car where Dean was sitting waiting for us.
"Didn't what?" Dean asked as I tossed him a few bags of M&Ms.
"Oh nothing, honey," Sam smirked earning a confused look from Dean as I busted out laughing in the backseat.
"You two are weird," Dean mumbled as we pulled back onto the interstate.
Two hours later I had managed to eat everything I had bought and as the sugar rush hit me I just couldn't sit still anymore as my leg practically jumped up and down by itself.
"I'm bored," I whined like a little kid.
"I can see that," Sam commented as I bounced in my seat, "Music?"
I nodded enthusiastically, "but nothing slow."
Dean popped in one of his cassette tapes and I played the drums on the back of their seat to the beat until I got bored of that too.
I started making popping noises trying to entertain myself and I could tell I was frustrating Dean when he let out a loud sigh before turning the music louder. I leaned forward and made the noise again this time right in his ear and I could see Sam trying to hide his amusement.
"Knock it off," Dean yelled and I sat back in my seat laughing.
A few minutes went by and I just couldn't help myself annoying Dean was just too much fun right now so I leaned forward again and flicked the back of his ear.
"Are you serious?" he nearly growled at me in the rearview mirror causing me to smile innocently.
I waited until his eyes shifted back to the road before flicking his ear again.
"I'm going to shoot you!" Dean yelled, "Do you understand me? I'm going to take my gun out and shoot you!"
I should have cared but instead I laughed so hard tears started to form in my eyes.
SUPERNATURAL
"Dude, this is sweet we never get to work jobs like this," Dean said as he parked in front of the Inn.
I had to admit it did kind of look like somewhere you would see on a scary movie. The building looked old but elegant it with vines growing up the side of it, even the weather was just right.
"Like what?" Sam questioned as he grabbed his bag out of the trunk.
"Old school haunted houses, you know? Fog, and secret passageways, sissy British accents, might even run into Fred and Daphne while we're inside," Dean answered closing his eyes, "Mmm…Daphne, love her."
"That leaves Velma for Sam," I smirked as I grabbed Dean's bag and chucked it at him before grabbing my own and shutting the trunk.
"Velma, really?" Sam complained.
"Yeah, you can help her find her glasses," Dean laughed as we headed for the entrance.
"Hey, wait a second," Sam said as Dean had his hand on the door handle, "I'm not so sure haunted is the problem."
"What do you mean?" Dean asked and we took a few steps down to be closer to Sam.
"You see this pattern here?" he asked pointing to an 'x' that was carved into a large urn that had a red dot at each end and in the middle, "That's a quincunx, that's a five-spot."
"That's used for hoodoo spell work, isn't it?" Dean questioned.
"Ladies and gentlemen give the boy a prize," I said clapping my hands before adding, "You fill this thing with bloodweed and you've got a powerful charm to ward off enemies."
"Yeah except I don't see any bloodweed," Sam said looking around.
"Don't you think this place is a little too…white meat for hoodoo?" Dean asked.
"Maybe," Sam nodded.
"Well we won't find out if we never go inside," I said walking back up the stairs and into the Inn.
"May I help you?" a woman asked walking over to the front desk.
"Hi, I need a room for a couple of nights," I replied as Dean and Sam walked in behind me and was almost ran over by a little eight year old girl.
"Sorry about that," she apologized to the guys.
"No problem," Sam said shrugging it off.
"Well, congratulations you could be some of our final guests," she said as I handed over one of my credit cards.
"Sounds vaguely ominous," I commented as I started to wonder if staying here was the best plan.
"No, I'm sorry; I mean we're closing at the end of the month. Let me guess," she said turning her attention to Sam and Dean who were standing next to each other a few feet behind me, "you guys are here antiquing?"
"How'd you know?" Dean said flashing his Winchester smile.
"Oh, you just look the type," she replied and I saw Dean's smile fade, "So do you need one room with a single and one with a king-sized bed?"
"What?" Sam nearly yelled, "No, uh, no, we're…we're…two queens, we're siblings."
"Oh, oh I'm sorry," she said clearly embarrassed.
"What'd you mean that we look the type?" Dean questioned and I had to bite by lip from busting out laughing.
"You know, speaking of antiques you have a really, really interesting urn on the front porch. Where did you get that?" Sam asked changing the subject.
"Oh, I have no idea it's been there forever," she said handing me my credit card and our room key.
"Thanks," I said shoving my card back in purse.
She rang a little bell on the counter, "You'll be staying in room 237," she told us as an older man wearing a suit appeared, "Sherwin, could you show these three to their room please?"
"Let me guess, antiquers?" Sherwin asked enthusiastically.
"How did you guess?" I asked in mock surprise.
He took my bag and dragged it up the stairs as we followed him to our room.
"I could give you a hand with that bag," Dean offered.
"I got it," Sherwin smiled.
"Ok," Dean mumbled.
"So the hotel's closing up, huh?" I asked trying to start conversation.
"Yep, Miss Susan tried to make a go of it but the guests just don't come like they used to. Still, it's a damn shame," he said offering his arm for me to hold onto.
"Oh yeah?" Sam questioned from behind us as I held on to Sherwin's arm.
"It may not look it anymore but this place was a palace. Two different vice presidents laid their heads on our pillows. My parents worked here, I practically grew up here, going to miss it," he said taking the key from my hand and unlocking our door, "here's your room."
"Thank you," I said giving him a small curtsey.
"You're quite welcome," he said with a nod before turning to leave.
"Flirting with old men, is that your new thing?" Dean teased as I closed the door.
"Oh, he was cute," I said rolling my eyes and walking to the bed furthest from the door when I noticed an old wedding dress nailed to the wall, "What the fuck?"
"What?" Sam questioned as he turned his laptop on.
"Well no wonder no one wants to stay here," I replied tossing my bag on the bed Dean had claimed.
"What are you doing?" he asked looking at my bag like it was somehow contaminated.
"I'm not sleeping under that," I said dramatically pointing to the dress on the wall.
"But you and Sam always take the bed furthest from the door."
"Not tonight, I'm not," I exclaimed.
"Well I'm not changing beds," Dean argued.
"Then I guess we are sharing," I said with a smirk on my face.
"Of course we are," he mumbled clearly annoyed.
"Are you guys ready to start talking about the case?" Sam asked impatiently.
"All ears, sasquatch," I answered as I went to sit on the bed and completely sunk in.
"Alright, victim number one Joan Edison, forty three years old, a realtor handling the sale of the hotel and victim number two was Larry Williams, moving some stuff to Goodwill."
"Well, there's a connection, they're both tied up in shutting the place down," Dean said as he sat down next to me causing me to fall into him because the mattress was so old.
"This is going to be a great night," I grumbled trying to push myself off of him.
"So maybe somebody here doesn't want to leave and they're using hoodoo to fight back," Sam continued as if he couldn't see Dean and I struggling to sit on the same bed together.
"Who do you think our witch doctor is, that Susan lady?" Dean questioned finally giving up sitting on the bed as he went and leaned against the wall.
"No way, I mean she is the one selling," I said shaking my head.
"So what then, Sherwin?" Dean questioned in disbelief.
"I don't know," Sam replied agreeing that Sherwin was a long shot.
"Of course, the most troubling question is why do these people assume we're gay?" Dean asked confused and Sam gave me a look.
"I didn't say anything!" I promised, "But Dean…well, you are kind of butch, they probably think you're overcompensating."
"Right," he nodded sarcastically.
We waited until night time to take a look around the place and hopefully get something to go off of because the information we did have got us no where.
"Hey look at that," Sam said picking up an old vase in the hallway, "more hoodoo."
I quickly peaked in the vase to see the same symbol that we say outside as Dean made his way over and knocked on a door marked private. Susan, the woman who checked us in, opened the door.
"Hi there," Dean smiled.
"Hi, everything ok with your room?" she asked as Sam and I joined the conversation.
"Yeah, yeah everything great," Sam answered as I looked in the room to see a bunch of creepy porcelain dolls displayed on one of the walls and various spots throughout the room.
"Well I was just in the middle of packing so…"
"Hey, are those antique dolls? Because this one," I said pointing to Sam, "this one here, he's got a major doll collection at home, don't you?"
If looks could kill I would be dead, buried, brought back to life and killed again.
"Big time," Sam said trying to sound convincing.
"Do you think he could…or we could come in and take a look?" I asked.
"I don't know," she answered hesitantly and I realized I could have some more fun with this.
"Please? I mean, he loves them. He's not going to tell you this but he's always dressing them up in these little tiny outfits and you'd make his day," I said before looking over to Sam, "She would, huh?"
"It's true," Sam said with a forced smile while Dean stood there smiling like the Cheshire cat.
"Ok, come on in," she said moving to the side so we could walk in.
"Alright!" I said clapping Sam on the shoulder earning another death glare.
"Wow, this is a lot of dolls," Dean commented, "I mean they're nice, you know not super creepy at all."
He did have a point it seemed no matter where I stood they were always watching me. I knew we had to find out information but I suddenly couldn't wait to get out of this room.
"Yeah, I suppose they are a little creepy but they've been in the family forever, a lot of sentimental value."
"What is this…the hotel?" Sam asked motioning to what looked like a large doll house sitting on the floor in the playroom.
"Yeah, that's right exact replica, custom built."
I saw Sam walk around the back of it and pick up one of the figurines.
"Sammy now's not the time to play," I said trying to sound parental and Dean had to cover his laugh with a cough.
"His head got twisted around," he stated holding it up us to see, "What happened to it?"
"Tyler, probably," she shrugged as the little girl from earlier ran in the room.
"Mommy, Maggie's being mean!"
"Tyler, tell her I said to be nice, ok?"
"Hey Tyler, I see you broke your doll, you want me to fix it?" Sam offered.
"I didn't break it. I found it like that."
"Oh, well maybe Maggie did it," Sam tried.
"No, neither of us did it. Grandma would get mad if we broke them."
"Tyler, she wouldn't get mad," Susan said reassuring her.
"Grandma?" Dean questioned.
"Grandma Rose, these were all her toys."
"Oh really," I said looking around at the creepy dolls again and surpassing a shiver as they continued to watch me, "Where's Grandma Rose now?"
"Up in her room."
"You know I'd really love to talk to Rose about her incredible doll…" Sam started until he was harshly cut off by Susan.
"No! I mean, I'm afraid that's impossible. My mother's been very sick and she's not taking any visitors."
"We understand, thank you for letting us look around," I said before we exited the room.
As soon as she shut the door Sam hit me in the back of the head.
"Ow, what the hell?" I said rubbing where he hit me.
"I play dress up with dolls?!" he exclaimed, "What happened to you annoying the hell out of Dean today?"
"Well now I have to share a bed with him tonight," I replied as if it was the most obvious answer.
"See Sam, smart girl," Dean said throwing his arm around my shoulders.
"Yeah freaking brilliant," Sam muttered as we started walking back to our room.
"So what do you think? Dolls…hoodoo…mysterious shut-in grandma?" Dean questioned.
"Well, dolls are used in all kinds of voodoo and hoodoo like curses and binding spells," I answered.
"Yeah maybe we've found our witch doctor," Sam said joining our conversation.
"Alright, I'll see what I can dig up on granny, you two go check on line, check old obits, freak accidents that sort of thing, see if she's whacked anybody before," Dean said standing at the top of the stairs.
"Right," Sam agreed and I nodded as we started walking back to our room.
"Oh hey Sam," Dean called out stopping us, "Don't go surfing porn, that's not that kind of whacking I mean."
"Ew," I complained covering my ears.
Sam and I did our research like we were supposed to but didn't really find anything. Sam would have been content sitting and reading a book but I was bored again, that was until I noticed the couple bottles of liquor in the room. I poured us each a glass of Whiskey, then another and another until the bottle was empty and I had a permanent grin plastered on my face. I was going to stop once the Whiskey was gone but Sam apparently thought it would be a good idea to keep going and grabbed the bottle of Jagermeister. We saw flashing lights coming from outside and Sam went to the window to see what was going on.
"It's a disco," I exclaimed jumping up from my spot on the bed, singing and dancing 'Staying Alive', from Saturday Night Fever.
"Would you stop someone just died," Sam informed me as he grabbed the bottle and took another long swig before passing it to me and plopping himself down in a chair.
"Well excuse me, grouchy pants," I mocked as I took a sip before lying back down on the bed and propping myself up with my elbows resting my chin in my hands.
"There's been another one, some guy just hung himself in his room," Dean announced as he barreled through the door.
"Yeah, I saw," Sam said slightly slurring his words but Dean didn't seem to pick up on it.
"We've got to figure this out and fast. What'd you find out about granny?"
"You're bossy," I stated looking up at Dean as I swung my feet back and forth behind me.
"What?" he questioned turning around to look at Sam and me.
"You're bossy," I repeated.
"And you're short," Sam added before laughing from his chair next to me.
"Are you guys drunk?"
"Yeah, so?" Sam answered before adding, "Stupid."
"I'm not drunk," I argued.
"No, you're drunk you danced," Sam said slouching down in his chair.
"Danced?" Dean questioned.
"Disco," I smiled before standing on the bed, "Wanna see?"
"Sit. Down." Dean instructed putting emphasis on each word and I swore if I closed my eyes it could have been my dad's voice.
I sat back down and hit Sam in the arm, "You got me in trouble, asswipe."
"Guys, what are you thinking? We're working a case," Dean started.
"You said he needed to light up," I tried.
"So you didn't think it might be a good idea to stay sober incase something happened?" Dean questioned but instead of answering I sat there and pouted. I mean full on scowl on my face with my arms crossed pouted.
"That guy who hung himself, I could save him," Sam answered with unshed tears.
"What are you talking about?" Dean questioned, "You didn't know, you couldn't have done anything."
"That's an excuse, Dean! I should have found a way to save him. I should have saved Ava too," Sam continued.
Dean walked over to stand in front of Sam, "Yeah, well, you can't save everyone, even you said that."
Sam slammed his fist down on the table and I jumped, "No, Dean, you don't understand the more people I save, the more I can change!"
"Change what?" Dean asked.
"My destiny, Dean!" Sam exclaimed leaning forward in the chair.
"Good job getting him drunk," Dean said looking over to me before trying to help Sam stand up, "Alright, time for bed. Come on, Sasquatch."
"I need you to watch out for me," Sam said as Dean hauled him to his feet.
"Yeah, yeah I always do," Dean grunted as he tried to keep Sam from falling over.
"No!" Sam yelled stepping back from him, "No, no, no, you have to watch out for me, alright? And if I ever turn into something that I'm not…you have to kill me."
"Don't say that!" I nearly screamed as I stumbled my way off the bed and over to where they were.
"Dean, dad told you to do it you have to," Sam said lightly shoving him to try and prove his point.
"Yeah, well dad's an ass," Dean replied, "He never should have said anything, I mean, you don't do that, you don't…you don't lay that kind of crap on your kids!"
"No, he was right to say it! Who knows what I might become. Even now, everyone around me dies!" Sam yelled only inches from Dean's face.
"Hey!" I said poking Sam in the arm, "Do I look dead to you? Do I? Huh? Huh?"
"Yeah, well, I'm not dying and neither is Leah," Dean said as he grabbed onto my elbow so I wouldn't fall over, "and neither are you."
He sat me down in the chair next to the bed before pushing Sam onto his bed trying to get him to lie down.
"No, please! Dean, you're the only one who can do it…promise."
"Don't ask that of me."
"Dean, please. You have to promise me," Sam pleaded refusing to lie down until he heard what he wanted.
Dean stared at him for minute, "I promise."
"Thanks," Sam said with more tears forming in his eyes as he reached up and grabbed Dean's face, "Thank you."
"Alright, come on," Dean said shoving him back on the bed so he could pass out and sleep it off.
Once he knew Sam wouldn't move he came and stood in front of me.
"Come on, boozy, your turn," he sighed as he held his hands out to help me stand.
"How could you do that?" I asked looking at him with disgust as I tried to stand but swayed on me feet.
"He just needs sleep and so do you," Dean said picking me up and placing me on the bed.
"But you said you would kill him, you just promised that you were going to kill my Sammy," I rambled as tears started to form in my own eyes and I tried to beat him with a pillow, "What's next…are you going to kill me too?"
"Of course not," Dean sighed rubbing his hand over his face before snatching the pillow away from me, "Go to sleep."
"I don't want to," I said crossing my arms defiantly.
"Leah, please," he almost begged.
"No, I need to protect Sammy," I said trying to get out of bed but got tangled in the sheets and ended up doing a nose dive onto the floor, "Ow."
"This is absolutely ridiculous," Dean said as he picked me up once again and tried to get me to go to bed.
"Stay away from me," I said curling up under the covers and as soon as my head hit the pillow I started to drift off to sleep.
"I'm not going to kill anyone, angel," I heard Dean whisper leaning over kissing me on the head before I gave into the alcohol and passed out.
SUPERNATURAL- General Point of View
Dean made sure both siblings were completely asleep before going down to the bar where Sherwin was behind the counter.
"Find any good antiques?" Sherwin asked as Dean got closer and took a seat at the bar.
"Um, no. No, I got distracted."
"Have a drink," Sherwin smiled as he grabbed an old bottle of liquor.
"Yeah, thanks," Dean said as he started to pour the drink, "So poor guy, huh? Killing himself?"
"That kind of thing seems to be going on lately," Sherwin said as he took a sop of his own drink.
"Yeah, yeah, I heard about the other one. It's almost like this hotel is cursed or something," Dean commented hoping for some information.
"Every hotel has its spilled blood. If people only knew what's gone on in some of those room they've checking into."
"You know a lot about the place, don't you?" Dean said with a small laugh.
"Down to the last nail."
"I'd love to hear some stories."
"Boy, you should never say that to an old man," Sherwin said happy that he had someone to talk to, "come on."
Sherwin lead Dean up the staircase and showed him old framed photographs on the wall.
"This is little miss Susan and her mother, Rose," Sherwin said pointing to one picture, "Happier days."
"They're not happy now?" Dean questioned.
"Well, would you be leaving the only home you ever knew?"
"I don't know, I never really knew one," Dean admitted.
"Well this is Rose's home, been in the family over a century, used to be the family estate. And now she gets to live in some senior living graveyard and they tear this place down."
"Yeah, that's too bad," Dean said as they walked back down the stairs, "I hear Rose isn't feeling well either."
"No, she isn't," Sherwin replied shaking his head.
"What's wrong with her?"
"It's not my business to say," Sherwin stated in a way to let Dean know he crossed the line.
"Oh," Dean said pointing to another picture, "Who's this?"
Sherwin picked up the frame to give Dean a closer look, "That's Rose when she was a little girl."
"Who's that with her?" Dean asked pointing to a young black woman who was wearing a quincunx necklace.
"That's her nanny, Marie. She looked after Rose more than her own mother."
SUPERNATURAL-Leah's Point of View
I woke up to the sound of Sam getting sick in the bathroom and the sound alone made my stomach turn.
"De," I whined pulling the covers over my head to block out any light but when he didn't answer I reluctantly pulled the covers off of me and looked around the room.
"You're up?" I heard Sam ask from the bathroom.
"I don't know," I grimaced as my head felt like it was going to explode.
"Great idea drinking last night," Sam scoffed as I got out of bed and shuffled my way over to him.
"Dude, you're the one who pulled out the Jager," I said as I leaned against the bathroom door for support.
"Nice shiner," Sam said motioning to my left eye.
"What?" I asked and moved so I could look at myself in the mirror, "How the hell?"
"I have no idea," Sam said shaking his head.
"Where's Dean?"
"I don't know," Sam moaned before getting sick again.
"Oh God," I muttered putting one hand over my mouth as I grabbed the trash can with the other but luckily I was able to talk myself out of getting sick, I slumped to the floor next to Sam and rested my head against the cool sink and that's when Dean walked in.
"How you guys feeling?" Dean asked laughing as he saw both of us crumpled on the bathroom floor, "I guess mixing whisky and Jager wasn't such a gangbuster idea, was it?"
"I just said that," I groaned holding onto my stomach.
"I'll bet you don't remember a thing from last night, do you?" Dean asked hopefully.
"I can still taste the tequila," Sam moaned bracing himself on the toilet.
"You know there's a really good hangover remedy, it's a…it's a greasy pork sandwich served up in a dirty ashtray," Dean smirked.
"Oh, I hate you," Sam said as he started to dry heave.
"Dean, we're not in Weird Science," I said with my hand out so he could help me stand.
He grabbed it and pulled me to my feet making sure I wasn't going to fall over before letting go.
"Sammy, I hate you," I grumbled as I fished through my purse for aspirin and antacids.
"I didn't pour it down your throat," Sam argued.
"Hey De, know anything about this?" I said pointing to my eye.
"You thought it would be fun to take a nose dive off the bed," he explained. I remembered everything that was said, unfortunately but I still couldn't remember falling out of bed.
"Hey it turns out when Grandma Rose was a tyke she had a Creole nanny who wore a hoodoo necklace," Dean informed us as he handed me a glass of water.
"So you think she taught Rose hoodoo?" I asked to make sure I was following.
"Yes I do," Dean nodded as he looked at Sam who was still sitting on the bathroom floor.
"Alright," Sam said painfully pulling himself to his feet, "I think it's time we talked to Rose then."
Dean made a face as Sam got closer to him, "Oh, you need to brush your teeth first."
Sam and I both brushed our teeth and got into clean clothes before we walked down the hallway to Susan's room.
"Hello?...Susan?" Sam asked as he knocked on the door.
"Can you knock quieter," I complained. My aspirin hadn't kicked in and I hadn't had any coffee yet, I was not a happy person.
"All clear?" Sam asked as Dean gave the hallway a quick sweep.
"Mmhhmm."
Sam knelt down, picked the lock on the door and we walked into the room with all the dolls again.
"Dude, I swear they are watching me," I whispered uneasily as I took a step closer to Dean and held onto his arm.
I saw Dean roll his eyes as we made our way further into the room and through another door leading to a dimly lit staircase. I pushed Dean to go first and we crept upstairs and to the end of another hallway where there was a small room whose door was ajar. Dean put his hand on the door to open it all the way and we walked in to see a woman in a wheelchair facing the window with her back to us.
"Mrs. Thompson…Mrs. Thompson?" Sam called out so we wouldn't scare her but she didn't answer, "Rose?"
"Hi, Mrs. Thompson, we're not here to hurt you," I tried but she just trembled in her chair.
"Guys," Sam said pulling us to the side, "This woman's had a stroke."
"Yeah but hoodoo is hands on. I mean you've got to mix herbs, chant, and build an altar," Dean rambled.
"Yeah, so it can't be Rose, heck maybe it's not even hoodoo," Sam whispered.
"Who knows she could be faking," Dean commented.
"Yeah, what do you want to do, poke her with a stick?" I scoffed and Dean nodded, "Dean! You're not going to poke her with a stick!"
"What the hell!?" Susan yelled as she entered the room, "What are you doing in here?"
"Oh, we just wanted to talk to Rose…" Sam started as the same time Dean answered.
"Well, the door was open…"
"Look at her, she is scared out of her wits," Susan exclaimed going over to comfort her mother, "I want you out of my hotel in two minutes or I'm calling the cops."
SUPERNATURAL
"We need to go back and figure out what's going on," Sam said as we sat at the end of the road in the Impala.
"And if she calls the cops on us?" Dean questioned.
"Wouldn't be the first time," I replied and he must have agreed because he turned the car around and we headed back to the Inn.
We pulled up and saw the swing set on the playground moving on its own along with the teeter-totter and merry-go-round. We got out of the car just in time to hear Susan's car engine rev before starting to drive towards her. Sam ran ahead and tackled her out of the way just in time as the car collided with the swing set.
"Are you ok?" Sam asked.
"I think so," she answered with fear evident in her voice.
"Come on, come on let's get inside, let's go," Dean instructed as he helped Susan up and I helped Sam.
We got back inside and Dean guided Susan to a table at the bar.
"Whiskey," she said as she sat down.
"I know the feeling," I smirked as Sam walked over to grab her a drink.
"What the hell happened out there?"
"You want the truth?" Dean questioned.
"Of course."
"Well, at first we thought it was some sort of hoodoo curse but that out there? That was definitely a spirit," Dean answered.
"Here," Sam said placing a glass of whiskey in front of her.
"You're insane," Susan said looking at us with wide eyes as she took a sip of her drink.
"We've heard that before, although I have to say I'm not really fond of hearing it," I said.
"Look, I'm sorry Susan we don't exactly have time to easy you into this but we need to know when your mother had the stroke," Sam said as gently as he could.
"What does that have to do with any…"
"Just answer the question," I cut her off wanting this to be all over with so I could finish sleeping off my hangover.
"Uh…about a month ago."
"Right before the killings began," Sam realized and then turned to Dean and me, "See? So what if Rose was working hoodoo but not to hurt anyone to protect them."
"She was using the five spot urns to ward off the spirit," I added.
"Right," Sam nodded, "until she had a stroke and she couldn't anymore."
"I don't believe this," Susan said close to tears.
"Listen sister, that car didn't try to run you down by itself, ok?" Dean said impatiently.
"Well, I mean technically it did but…but the spirit can," I started until I noticed I was getting looks from both brothers, "Forget it."
"Look, believe what you want but the fact is you and your family are in danger, alright?" Sam said, "So you need to clear everybody out of here; your employees, your mother, your daughters, everyone."
"Um…I only have one daughter."
"One?" Dean asked confused.
"I thought Tyler had a sister named Maggie?" I questioned just as lost as Dean.
"Maggie's imaginary," Susan said and it was like the three of us all made the connection at the same time.
"Where's Tyler?" Sam asked.
Instead of answering Susan ran up the stairs and we followed, we ran into the playroom to see the creepy porcelain dolls broken and scattered all over the floor.
"Oh my God," Susan exclaimed and started running around the room, "Tyler! Tyler! She's not here!"
"Susan, tell us everything you know about Maggie," I said to her holding on to her arms trying to get her to focus.
"Uh…not much. Um, Tyler's been talking about her since mom got sick."
"Ok, did you ever know anyone by that name?" Sam asked.
"Uh…no."
"Think, think, I mean somebody that could have lived here, might have passed away?" Dean tried.
"Oh my God, my mom. My mom had a sister named Margaret, she barely spoke about her."
"Did Margaret happen to die here when she was a kid?" I questioned.
"She drowned in the pool."
"Come on," Dean said as we all ran out the door, down the stairs, and outside to the pool house.
We tried to open the door but it was locked. The boys started doing everything they could to try and get the door open as Susan and I helplessly watched Tyler standing on a ledge overlooking the pool. I watched in horror as she screamed and fell in.
"She can't swim! She can't swim!" Susan screamed.
"Is there another entrance?" Dean asked.
"Around back," Susan answered through her tears.
"Alright, let's go," Dean said grabbing her arm and taking her with him.
Sam picked up a potted plant and tried to break the door but it just wouldn't budge.
"Sam, move," I yelled as I pulled my gun out of the small of my back and shot around the handle.
When it finally gave way Sam and I ran into the room and jumped over the ledge without a second thought. It hurt as I hit the plastic covering but all I could think about was getting to Tyler. Sam got to her first and lifted the unconscious little girl in his arms. I swam over to them and helped support her head as we made our way to the side of the pool. Sam gently laid her down as Dean and Susan came running down the back steps. I checked for a pulse and I sighed in relief when I found it. I carefully opened her mouth and gave her two big breaths, I waited for a second and nothing happened, I was just about to do it again when she started coughing up the water she swallowed.
"Thank God!" Susan said with tears streaming down her cheeks as she pulled Tyler into her.
"Mommy!" Tyler cried.
"Yeah, baby I'm here," she said trying to comfort her.
"Tyler, do you see Maggie anywhere?" Sam asked.
She looked around for a minute before shaking her head, "No, she's gone."
Dean reached down and pulled me out of the pool before turning and doing the same thing for Sam.
SUPERNATURAL
"I don't get it did Maggie just stop?" Dean questioned as waited in the playroom for Susan and Tyler to get Rose.
"Seems like it," Sam shrugged.
"Even smashed, these things are creepy," I shivered looking at the dolls around the room.
"Looks like I know what I'm getting you for Christmas," Dean smirked as I grabbed onto his arm again.
"Dude, I hate Christmas," I stated even though they both already knew that, "I don't get it though, where the hell did Maggie go?"
A second later we heard a blood curdling scream from up in Rose's room and we took of running. We ran into her room to find her slumped over, dead.
SUPERNATURAL
"Paramedics said it was another stroke. Do you think…Margaret could have something to do with it?" Susan asked as the coroner loaded Rose into the back of his van.
"We don't know," Dean answered.
"But it's possible," Sam added, "Susan, we're sorry."
"You have nothing to apologize for, you've given me everything," she smiled as she put her arms around Tyler, "Ready to go, kiddo?"
"Yeah."
"Now Tyler, you're sure Maggie's not around anymore?" I questioned.
"I'm sure, I'd see her."
"I guess whatever's going on must be over," Dean commented as we walked them to their taxi.
"You two take care of yourselves, alright?" Sam sad holding the door open for them.
Tyler got right in but Susan turned and engulfed Sam in a hug, "Thank you."
Sam waited until she was in the car comfortably before closing the door behind her and they pulled away.
"Think you could have hooked up with some M.I.L.F. action there, Sammy," Dean smirked as we walked over to the Impala.
"Seriously, I think she liked you," I added.
"Yeah, that's just what she needs," Sam said shaking his head.
"Well, you saved the mom, you saved the girl, not a bad day," Dean said as he opened his door, "Of course I could have saved them myself but I didn't want you to feel useless."
"Alright, I appreciate it."
"Feels good getting back in the saddle, doesn't it?" Dean asked as we got in the car.
"Yeah it does but it doesn't change what we talked about last night, Dean."
"We talked about a lot of things last night," Dean said clearly trying to avoid the subject.
"You know what I mean," Sam sighed.
"You were wasted," Dean tried to reason.
"But you weren't and you promised," Sam stated.
Dean glanced at me in the rearview mirror to see my reaction but all I could give him was a half smile as I tried to forget about the all too real possibility that Sam thought we might have to kill him.