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This chapter has a lot of flashbacks I tried to label them all clearly, I hope it doesn't get too confusing!
Chapter 37- Sibling Rivalry
It had been almost a month since we've left Bobby's; it had also been almost a month since I realized that what Meg said was right. Deep down I was terrified that we, no I, wouldn't be able to save Sam. The signs were all there, not being hungry, sleeping all the time and the drinking; I was going back down the slippery slope of depression only this time I had to be more careful. This time I had to plaster on my fake smile twenty four hours a day seven days a week because let's face it there's only so much a Winchester can handle and I wasn't going to be the straw the broke the camel's back. And my smile never faltered, that was until we took a job in Springfield, Ohio one week ago. Now, at this very moment the three of us were under each others' skins so bad I wouldn't be surprised if one of us didn't leave Springfield alive.
"This is the song that never ends, it goes on and on my friends, some people started singing it not knowing what it was and they'll continue singing it forever just because this is the song that never ends, it goes on and on my friends," I sang obnoxiously as I sat on one of the beds in our motel room flipping through a tabloid magazine.
"Not going to work," Dean commented shaking his head as he shoveled more French fries covered with chili and cheese into his mouth.
"Some people started singing it not knowing what it was…" I sang louder not even bothering to look up.
"Dude, you mind not eating those on my bed," Sam said looking over to Dean annoyed before turning to me, "You might not be successfully with him but you're starting to royally piss me off."
"No I don't mind," Dean smirked grabbing another fry.
"And they'll continue singing it forever just because this is the song that never ends," I continued trying to drown out their conversation because let's face it I was completely content that I was pissing Sam off when I suddenly got hit with a book. Yes people, Sam threw a freaking book at me, a hard cover one none the less!
"How's the research going?" Dean questioned.
"Dean, he threw a book at me!" I yelled wanting him to do something about it but he didn't so I ended up chucking it back at Sam's head.
"You know how it's going? Slow. You know how it would go a heck of a lot faster? If I had my computer!" Sam replied easily dodging the book.
"Hmmm," Dean nodded sarcastically.
"IT GOES ON AND ON MY FRIENDS!" I nearly screamed at the top of my lungs.
"Would you shut up," Sam growled.
"No!" I yelled, "That's what you two get for breaking my phone!"
"Dean, can't you take her somewhere?!" Sam whined like when we were little kids and I wouldn't leave him alone.
"Hey, I'd love to but unfortunately my car's all screwed to hell," Dean replied turning his death glare to me.
"I told you I had nothing to do with that!" I yelled chucking a pillow at him before falling backwards on the bed ready to pull my hair out. Why? Hmm…Why in God's name would I even think about messing up the Impala? Sure I don't want to marry the thing like Dean does but I do have a lot of appreciation for it, I mean hell I help him rebuild her!
"Just like you had nothing to do with my computer?" Sam questioned angrily.
"It's a laptop not a computer you fucking…" I started until I was cut off by a loud knock at the door.
Sam got up and checked the peephole before opening the door.
"Hey Bobby," he greeted him.
"Hi Bobby," I smiled as my head hung off the side of the bed. Somehow Bobby looked less like a trucker when you were upside down.
"It's good to see you again so soon," Bobby commented turning his head to the side to try and look at me straight on.
"Thank God you're here," Dean declared getting up from the bed and shaking Bobby's hand.
"So um, what didn't you want to talk to me on the phone about?"
"It's this job we're working, we weren't sure you'd believe us," Sam answered and I rolled over on the bed and propped my head up with my hands.
"Well, I can believe a lot."
"Yeah, no, no, it's just…we've never seen anything like it," Sam continued.
"Not even close," I shook my head.
"And we thought we could use some fresh eyes," Dean added.
"Well, why don't you begin at the beginning?" Bobby suggested as he sat on the bed next to me and the boys pulled chairs up.
"So, it all started when we caught wind of an obit. See, a professor took a nosedive from a fourth story window, only there's a campus legend that the building's haunted. So we pretexted as reporters from the local paper," Sam started.
FLASHBACK- Sam's Point of View
I set the voice recorder on the table at the bar as I talked to a jock named Curtis and a blonde named Jen.
"Yeah, we both had the professor for Ethics and Morality," Curtis nodded.
"Yeah? So, why do you think he did it?" I questioned.
"Who knows? I mean, he was tenured, wife and kids. His book is like a really big deal. Then again…" Jen said leaning over the table a little, "Who's to say it was suicide?"
"Jen, come on," Curtis complained like he was tired of hearing whatever theory she had come up with.
"Well, what else could it be?" I asked hoping that her theory gave us something to go off of.
"Well, you know about Crawford Hall?" Jen replied.
"No, I don't actually," I said sitting up straighter in my chair.
"It's a bunch of crap, it's a total urban legend," Curtis sighed.
"Yeah well, Heather's mom went to school here and she knew the girl," Jen argued.
"Wait, what girl?" I asked.
"Thirty years ago, this girl was having an affair with some professor. He broke it off, she jumped out the window and killed herself," Jen answered.
"You know her name?" I questioned hopefully.
"No. But they say she jumped from room six-six-nine. Get it? You turn the nine upside down…so now she haunts the building. And anyone who sees her…they don't live to tell the tale."
"Well if no one lives to tell the tale then how does the tale get told?" Curtis challenged.
"Curtis! Shut up!" she exclaimed lightly hitting him on the arm.
"You know what? Uh, thanks a lot guys. Excuse me," I said leaving the table to go find Dean and Leah. Big surprise they were at the bar throwing back shots and trying to pick people up.
"Dean, what…what are you drinking?" I asked watching him take three shots of some purple drink.
He burped in my face before answering, "I don't know, man, I think they're called purple nurples?"
"Yup," Leah nodded excitedly next to him taking three shots of her own and hanging all over some guy with too many tattoos, "Can't get enough of that coconut rum."
"Ok…well listen. I think maybe we should go check out the professor's office."
"Oh, no, no, no, I can't right now, I've got some feisty little wildcat on the hook and I'm about to reel her in. I'll introduce you," Dean said getting the attention of girl in fishnet stockings, a tight mini skirt and so much make-up she almost looked like a clown…almost, "Starla! Starla, hey! This is my shuttle co-pilot Major Tom. Major Tom, Starla."
"Enchante," Starla giggled throwing her arm around Dean's neck.
"Hi," I said through a forced smile.
"Sammy, this is Buster," Leah introduced her guy who just grunted in response, "He doesn't think I can drink fourteen shots and still be conscious for sex so I'm going to prove him wrong!"
PRESENT- Leah's Point of View
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a minute!" Dean interrupted Sam's story telling.
"What?" Sam questioned.
"That's not how it happened!" I answered furious with the way he was making me out to be some kind of whore.
"No? So you two never drank purple nurples?"
"Yeah, maybe that, but I don't say things like 'feisty little wildcat'," Dean argued.
"I'm always conscious for sex!" I yelled before realizing what I had said and quickly added, "And my guy's name wasn't Buster!"
"Then what was it?" Sam asked with a smile on his face knowing full well I didn't have an answer for him.
"I don't know," I shrugged before turning my attention to Bobby, "But he was a classy guy. He was a grad student, anthropology and folklore. He was also there with his sister who Dean was entertaining. We were talking about local ghost stories."
FLASHBACK-Leah's Point of View
My guy had on a blazer and a pair of nice jeans and his sister was wearing a pencil skirt with a white blouse.
"Here's to…" he started as he held up his shot glass.
"Here's to us," I finished as we clinked our glasses before taking my shot.
"My God you are attractive," he breathed out.
"Thanks. But no time for that now. You need to tell me about this urban legend. Please, lives are at stake."
"Sorry, I just can't even concentrate. It's like staring into the sun," he said as he ran his hand through my hair before pulling me into a kiss.
"Leah! What do you think you are doing?" Sam yelled like he scolding a child. I sighed as I turned to see him standing there with his bitch face on and that's when he noticed Dean whispering something into the girl's ear, "Dean! You're supposed to be watching her!"
"Watching who?" I questioned but of course I was ignored.
"Sam, please. If you wouldn't mind giving me five more minutes here," Dean said before whispering something else into the girl's ear who giggled.
"Oh, I'm going to need a little longer than five minutes," I smiled turning back to my guy and pulling him into another kiss.
"Guys, this is a very serious investigation. We don't have anytime for any of your blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah! BLAH!"
PRESENT-Leah's Point of View
"Right, and that's how it really happened," Sam cut me off and I just shrugged, "I don't sound like that, Leah!"
"Yeah, you kind of do," Dean nodded.
"See!" I said pointing to Dean to prove my point.
"Just because I agree with you doesn't mean I'm not still pissed at you," Dean said getting up from the chair and walking over to the little kitchenette to grab a beer.
"Ok. What's going on with you three?" Bobby questioned looking between us.
"Nothing. Noth…it's nothing," Sam answered with a sigh.
"No, come on. You're bickering like an old married couple. Now, I'm used to it with you two," Bobby said pointing at me and Sam, "but it's not usually all three of you at the same time."
"No, see married couples can get divorced. We're like, uh, Siamese twins," Dean said popping the top to his beer.
"It's conjoined twins!" Sam corrected him.
"It's not twins at all you moron's there's three of us!" I yelled.
"See what I mean?" Dean questioned.
"Look…it…we've just been on the road for too long, tight quarters, all that. Don't worry about it," Sam sighed as I sat up on the bed and started flipping through my magazine again.
"Ok," Bobby said though I knew he didn't believe us.
"So anyway. We figured it might be a haunting so we went to check out the scene of the crime," I continued with the story hoping the quicker we figured this out the quicker we could get out of this town, hopefully in one piece.
FLASHBACK-Leah's Point of View
We were dressed as electricians as we went to check out Crawford Hall and the janitor on duty unlocked the professor's office for us.
"So, how long have you been working here?" Sam questioned as we waited for him to find the right key.
"I've been mopping this floor for six years," he answered flipping through a few more keys. Like seriously after six years you don't have a master key to unlock all the doors. I could have picked it quicker than it took him to find the damn key! "There you go," he said holding the door open for us when he spotted the EMF reader in Sam's hands, "What the heck's that for?"
"Just finding wire's in the walls," Dean answered. Aw, who knew he could think on his feet.
"Huh, wow. Not sure why you're wiring up this office. Not going to do the professor much good," the janitor commented leaning against one of the walls.
"Why's that?" I asked only thinking of the comfy bed waiting for me back at the motel room. I mean there really was no reason we couldn't check his office out during the day time.
"He's dead."
"Oh, what happened?" I asked again giving up looking around. They want to keep me out of bed, fine, but they will be doing the snooping. I'll just stand here and talk to the janitor.
"He went out that window, right there," he pointed.
"Yeah? Were you working that night?" I questioned as Sam turned and gave me an annoyed look for not helping him and Dean but I just gave him a sarcastic smile.
"I'm the one that found him."
"You see it happen?" I asked noticing Dean popping a few chocolates in his mouth.
"No. I just saw him come up here, and uh, well…"
"What?" I questioned. I hate when someone trails off right before the good part.
"He wasn't alone."
"Who was he with?" Dean asked through a mouthful of chocolates. I mean he had so many in his damn mouth he looked like a freaking chipmunk.
PRESENT-Leah's Point of View
"Come on!" Dean shouted, "I ate one, maybe two!"
"No, you were stuffing your face as always," Sam said and it was like he had just thought about something, a look of confusion came across his face before he turned his attention to me, "You didn't eat any chocolate."
"Yeah, so?" I shrugged.
"Le, you live off of candy it's like one of your four basic food groups and you didn't eat any chocolate," Sam repeated like he was trying to figure out some big puzzle.
"Just let me tell the story," I sighed not wanting him to think on it too long.
FLASHBACK-Leah's Point of View
"He was with a young lady. I told the cops about her, but uh, I guess they never found her," the janitor answered.
"You saw this girl go in, huh? But did you ever see her come out?" Sam asked walking over to us and giving Dean a disgusted look from the amount of candy he had in his mouth.
"Now that you mention it, no."
"You ever see her before?...around?" Sam asked. Did he not understand the meaning of me standing here? I was asking the questions, he and Dean were supposed to be searching the office.
"Well, not her."
"What do you mean?" Dean asked as he tried to swallow the candy. Hello, brothers! Go search the damn office!
"I don't mean to cast aspersions on a dead guy, but uh…Mister Morality? He brought a lot of girls up here. Got more ass than a toilet seat."
Dean and I busted out laughing but for very different reasons. Dean thought the joke was funny…I thought the joke was about Dean.
"One more thing, this building it only has four stories, right?" Sam asked rolling his eyes at Dean and me as we tried to stifle our laughs.
"Yeah."
"So there wouldn't be a room six-six-nine?" Sam questioned.
"'Course not. Why do you ask?"
"Just curious, thanks," Sam said and we made our way back to the motel room…finally.
"Well, no traces of EMF, that's for sure," I said walking into our room and shuffling right over to the bed.
"And the room six-six-nine's a load of crap," Dean added as he got three beers out of the fridge until he saw me almost asleep already on the bed and put one back.
"So what do you think? The professor's just a jumper? A legend's just a legend?" Sam questioned taking a beer and popping the top off.
"I don't know, I mean the girl the janitor described, that's pretty weird," Dean replied and even thought I wasn't facing them I could feel them watching me. Have you ever tried to sleep when someone is watching you, it's creepy.
"You know," I said rolling over to face them, "Instead of staring at the back of my head waiting for me to do some trick you could be checking out the history of the building…seeing if any co-ed ganked herself there."
"Damn and I was waiting for the trick," Dean teased walking into the bathroom as Sam pulled out his laptop.
"Thank you," I sighed rolling over and trying to get comfortable.
"Dude, were you on my computer?" Sam called out.
"No," Dean yelled back from the bathroom.
"Ugh…will you shut up!" I groaned taking the pillow and putting it over my ears. God forbid a floor board squeaked when these two were sleeping and I would have been murdered but no, go ahead and make all the noise you want when I'm trying to sleep.
"Oh really?" Sam challenged completely ignoring me, per usual, "Cause it's frozen now on, uh, busty asian beauties dot com." I could hear Dean snickering in the bathroom but of course he would never agree nor deny he did it. "Dean! Would you…just…don't touch my stuff anymore, ok?"
"Why don't you control your O.C.D.?" Dean retorted.
"SHUT UP!...SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" I screamed.
"It doesn't bother you that your brother is watching porn on my computer?" Sam questioned.
"No Sam, as long as he isn't looking up farm animals I don't give a fuck what he does but what is bothering me is you not shutting up!"
PRESENT- Leah's Point of View
"But did you dig up anything about the building? Or on the suicidal co-ed?" Bobby questioned getting up to walk around the room.
"No, history's clean," Sam answered.
"Then it's not a haunting," Bobby stated.
"Maybe not," Dean spoke up, "tell you the truth, we're not really sure."
"What do you mean, you're not sure?"
"Well, it's weird," I answered.
"What's weird?" Bobby asked clearly getting frustrated he wasn't getting straight answers.
"Well…how do you feel about E.T.?" I questioned before biting my lip in anticipation for his answer.
He looked over to my brothers to see if I was just pulling his leg but the looks on their faces told him otherwise, "Aliens?"
"Yeah," I nodded.
"Aliens?" he questioned again this time louder. Great Bobby thinks we've lost our marbles.
"Yeah," Sam sighed.
"Look, even if they are real, they're not sure as hell not coming to earth and swiping people."
"Hey, believe me, we know," Dean said and by the tone of his voice he knew Bobby thought we were crazy.
"My whole life I've never found evidence of an honest-to-God abduction. It's all just cranks and pranks."
"Yeah, that's what we thought. But…we figured we'd at least talk to the guy," Sam said and I started telling our story again.
FLASHBACK-Leah's Point of View
As it turns out the guy that met Marvin the Martian was the same guy that Sam had talked to about the professor.
"Hey, you ought to give those purple nurples a try," Dean suggested as Curtis took a shot of tequila.
"So, what happened, Curtis?" Sam questioned trying to get the information we needed so we could leave the bar. But seriously, this guy has known me for my entire life, why even after we get the information would I want to leave?
"You won't believe me, nobody does."
"Give us a chance," Sam tried.
"I do no want this in the papers," he stated pointing a finger at Dean.
"Off the record, then," Dean shrugged.
"And to even prove to you that we just want to know what happened, I'll drink with you," I smiled motioning for the waitress to bring me a few of the shots he had. I didn't miss the pissed off looks from both brothers but I knew they wouldn't call me out on it until after we got the information, which means after I got to take my shots.
"I, uh…I blacked out, and…I lost time, and when I woke up, I don't know where I was."
"Then what?" Sam asked sitting on the arm of my chair.
"They did tests on me and uh…" he paused to take another shot, "they, uh…they probed me."
I don't know what I was expecting him to say but that was not it. I nearly choked on the shot I had just taken and was coughing trying to catch my breath.
"They probed you?" Dean questioned failing to hide the amusement in his voice while Sam patted my back trying to get me to stop coughing.
"Yeah, they probed me again, and again and again," he said seriously as he took his last shot, "and again and again and again…and then one more time."
"You alright?" Sam whispered as I finally stopped coughing.
"Oh yeah," I said taking one of my shots so I wouldn't laugh in this guy's face.
"And that's not the worst of it," Curtis continued.
"How could it get any worse? Some alien made you his bitch," I smirked earning a nudge from Sam.
"They…they made me…slow dance! To Lady in Red!"
"I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight, I've never seen you shine so bright," I sang softly but stopped when Dean pinched my leg under the table, "Sorry, it's a good song."
PRESENT-Leah's Point of View
"Leah, you're exaggerating again, huh?" Bobby asked interrupting my story.
"No, no she's not," Sam answered and I didn't miss the surprised look Bobby gave him that he agreed with me.
"Then this frat boy's just nuts."
"We're not so sure," Dean sighed.
FLASHBACK-Leah's Point of View
Have you ever done shots on an empty stomach? Not a good idea. Especially when your brothers drag you out of a comfy bed to look into an alien abduction.
"I'm telling you, this was made by some kind of jet engine," Sam said as we stood on the campus lawn looking at a perfectly round scorch mark on the grass.
"You mean a saucer-shaped jet engine?" Dean questioned.
"I don't know," Sam replied and I couldn't hide the whimper that escaped my lips as my stomach felt like it was folding in on itself.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked putting his hand on my elbow not bothering to hide the concern in his voice.
"Nothing," I lied and could see Dean and Sam doing their 'silent conversation' with their eyes that was always oh so annoying, "Ok, so first there was an angry spirit and now a sexed-up E.T., there's got to be some kind of connection, right?"
"Yeah I guess, let's keep digging," Sam suggested and we went to talk to a few other college students.
The whole time Dean stayed not more than a foot away from me just in case. We talked to one guy who lived in the same house as Curtis and he told us that he was the pledge master and had made them go through hell. We thanked him for his time and went back to the motel room.
"Still doesn't make a lick of sense. But hey, at least there's a connection," Dean said as he took his jacket off and tossed it on the bed.
"Between what?" I asked confused. To be honest I wasn't really paying attention, I was more interested in not puking.
"The victims," Dean answered still watching me closely, "the professor and the frat guy…they're both dicks."
"That's a connection?" Sam asked opening his satchel he carried his laptop in.
"You got anything better to go on, I'd love to hear it," Dean replied.
"Where's my laptop?" Sam questioned holding up the empty satchel.
"I don't know," Dean shrugged, "Think about it, a philandering professor gets a dead girl…a pledge master gets hazed."
"I left it in here," Sam said totally ignoring what Dean was saying as I wandered into the bathroom to splash some cool water on my face.
"You obviously didn't. I mean, these punishments are almost poetic. Actually, it'd be more like a limerick, but still…"
"Ok, hilarious, ha ha, where'd you hide it?" Sam asked getting angry.
"What, your computer?" Dean questioned. No you idiot, he meant your brain, yes his freaking computer.
"Yeah, where did you hide it?" Sam asked again this time louder. I looked up to see my reflection in the mirror and even with all the sleep I was getting lately the dark circles under my eyes stood out against my pale skin.
"Why would I take your computer?"
"Leah!" Sam growled.
"I didn't take your laptop, Samuel," I sighed holding on to the sides of the sink to hold myself up.
"Well no one else could have! We keep the door locked. We never let any maids in…" Sam argued.
"Looks like you lost it, Poindexter."
"Dude, you know something? I put up with a lot from you."
"What are you talking about? I'm a joy to be around."
"Yeah? You're dirty socks in the sink, your food in the fridge…"
"What's wrong with my food?"
"It's not food anymore, Dean! It's Darwinism!"
"Please stop," I begged but it came out cracked and weak. I was not able to even think about moldy food when I was trying everything in my power not to throw up. Because let's face it the only thing worse than feeling as sick as I was right now, is the alcohol burning your throat on the way back up.
"You know you would feel better if you just threw up," Dean called into me.
"She would feel better if she ate actual food," Sam commented.
"Shut up," I whined and that's when I heard Dean walk in the bathroom.
I thought he was just coming in to check on me like some mother hen but he surprised me when he wrapped one of his arms around my middle and put pressure on my stomach. It was enough to make me get sick and he moved me in front of the toilet just in time.
"I hate you," I groaned.
"I know," he replied holding my hair back.
PRESENT-Leah's Point of View
"Leah, did you take his computer?" Bobby asked.
"I already said no! Why would I?" I argued and Bobby just gave me a look saying 'it wouldn't be out of the realm of possibilities'.
"Dean?"
"Serves him right, but no," Dean answered as we all migrated over to the small table that was in the room.
"Well, I didn't lose it because I don't lose things!" Sam declared.
"Oh, that's right because he's Mr. Perfect," Dean mocked and I couldn't help but laugh earning me a glare from Sam.
"Ok, ok, why don't you just tell me what happened next?"
"There was one more victim. Now, we didn't see this one ourselves, either. We kind of put it together from the evidence but this guy…he was a research scientist…animal testing," Sam started.
"Yeah, you know a dick, which fits the pattern," Dean added.
"Well so do you," I mumbled.
"What was that?" Dean questioned angrily proving he had heard me the first time.
"I just meant that you're a di…" I started until Bobby cut me off.
"Enough, tell me about this scientist."
"Cops didn't release a cause of death because they had no clue what the cause was, so we checked it out ourselves," Dean started.
"Turns out his office was in Crawford Hall, same as the professor and right near where the frat boy had his close encounter," I added.
"Well, you're not going to believe what we found…a belly scale…from an alligator," Sam finished, "that's when we decided to call you."
"Yeah to help with your typical haunted campus, alien abduction, alligator-in-the-sewer gig. I mean you must see one of these all the time," I said sarcastically.
"We searched the sewer anyways just in case, each taking one end of the campus, Leah and I went one way and Dean the other," Sam continued.
"Did you find anything?"
"Yeah, I found something just not in the sewer," Dean remarked sending me death glares again.
FLASHBACK- Leah's Point of View
"You think this is funny?" Dean yelled walking into the motel room and slamming the door.
"It depends, what?" I asked as he stalked over to me.
"The car!" he screamed in my face.
"What about the car?" Sam questioned getting up from his chair as the vein in Dean's forehead appeared.
"She let the air out of the tires!" Dean shouted waving his arms around like a lunatic, "You can't do that you idiot you're going to bend the rims!"
"Whoa, wait a minute," I said jumping up from the bed, "I didn't go near your fucking car and I know better than to let the air out! Give me some damn credit, I'm not Sam!"
"Oh, yeah? Then how did I find this?" Dean asked tossing my broken cell phone at me.
"You broke my phone!" I yelled picking it up to see if I could salvage it but there was no use.
"No I didn't break your phone you dropped it when you were slicing up baby!" Dean yelled back. Yes, Dean named his car.
PRESENT-Leah's Point of View
"Ok, I've heard enough," Bobby spoke up.
"You showed up about an hour after that," Dean told him.
"I'm surprised at you three, I really am. Sam, first off, neither Dean nor Leah stole your computer."
"But I…" Sam went to argue.
"Shh, shh, shh, and Dean, Leah did not touch your car and no one broke Leah's phone. And if you three bothered to pull your heads out of your assess, it all would have been pretty clear."
"What?" Dean asked.
"What you're dealing with."
"Uh…" Sam said shifting in his seat.
"I got nothing," Dean admitted.
"Me neither," I chimed in.
"You got a trickster on your hands."
"That's what I thought," Dean nodded leaning back and taking a swig of his beer.
"What?!" Sam exclaimed, "No, you didn't!"
"I got to tell you…you three were the biggest clue."
"What do we have a blue paw print on us somewhere and you need to take out your handy dandy notebook and draw us?" I teased but the men in the room just looked like they were ready to commit me to a rubber room, "Blue's clues?"
"Whose clues?" Dean asked trying and failing to understand what the hell I was talking about.
"Blue's clues," I repeated.
"What do you mean a trickster?" Sam asked Bobby with a sigh.
"These things create chaos and mischief as easy as breathing, and it's got you so turned around and at each other's throats, you can't even think straight."
"My phone," I realized.
"The laptop," Sam added.
"The tires," Dean chimed in and I gave him an 'I told you so' look.
"It knows you're onto him, and it's been playing you like fiddles."
"So, what is it…spirit, demon, what?" Dean asked angrily. Now that he knew I didn't touch his precious 'baby' he could take his anger out on the thing that did.
"Well, more like demigods, really. There's Loki in Scandinavia, there's Anansi in West Africa. Dozens of them, they're immortal, and they can create things out of thin air. Things as real as you and me, make them vanish just as quick."
"You mean like an angry spirit or an alien or an alligator," I cut in.
Bobby nodded, "the victims fit the M.O., too. Tricksters target the high and mighty, know them down a peg, usually with a sense of humor…deadly pranks, things like that."
"Bobby, what do these things look like?" Dean questioned.
"Lots of things, but human mostly."
"And what human do we know who'd been at ground zero this whole time?" Dean asked turning to Sam and I who got it at the same time.
SUPERNATURAL
Sam and Dean walked out of Crawford Hall dressed like electricians again to see what they could dig up on the trickster as I waited on the stone wall with a migraine that just wouldn't go away.
"Just because he reads Weekly World News doesn't mean he's our guy," Sam argued as they got closer, "You and Le read it too!"
"I'm telling you, it's him," Dean said shaking his head.
"Look, I just think we need some hard proof, that's all," Sam tried again.
"Well, Bobby mentioned these things have a metabolism like an insect, alright? Like a real sweet tooth," I spoke up hoping they would at least keep their voices down, it was like every word they were saying was bouncing around in my head.
"I didn't find any candy bars or sugar, not even Equal," Sam replied.
"Yeah that's probably because you missed something," Dean commented.
"I don't miss things," Sam argued.
"Oh, right, 'cause you're Mr. Perfect," Dean mocked.
"It's better than Mr. Clean," I mumbled.
"What? Are you really still pissed at me 'cause of what the trickster did?" Sam questioned.
"Better him then us," I muttered.
"Oh come on man, you've been a tight ass long before that trickster showed up," Dean answered.
"You have had a stick up your ass for as long as I can remember," I nodded.
"Hey, peanut gallery," Dean said turning to look at me, "You done?"
"Sorry," I smiled.
"Look, just…stay here, keep an eye on the janitor. I'll go to his place to see if I can find any actual evidence before you go barging in and staking the man! Just wait until I get back, ok?" Sam yelled but neither of us answered, "Ok?!"
"Ok!" Dean yelled back as Sam stormed off.
"Thank God," I sighed rubbing my temples happy that all the shouting finally stopped.
"You sure you can do this?" Dean whispered in my ear.
"I'm fine," I said automatically and probably too quickly because Dean kept staring at me trying to break me. Usually it would have worked but I had gotten better at not folding so easily under his glare.
"Fine," he eventually said as he started walking towards the Impala, "Stay here and watch the janitor just don't go in alone, I'm going to make sure Sam doesn't mess anything else up."
"I don't know if I can handle it," I joked and Dean fell right into it, turning on his heels to face me, "relax, old man it was a joke."
"Who you calling 'old man'?"
"Hmmm, I don't know maybe the guy with gray hair before he's thirty."
"Just stay here," Dean growled before getting into the Impala. However, I didn't miss the quick look he gave himself in the rearview mirror to make sure I was just joking.
I sat on the wall and pretended to look pissed off which really wasn't too hard with the migraine that was getting worse by the minute. I was to wait until it got dark and go find the janitor, that was the plan, and if he was stupid enough to fall for it, well then he deserved what was coming to him.
I pulled out my flashlight and made my way into the building. I walked around a little trying to locate the trickster when I heard music coming from behind some doors. I tucked my flashlight back in my pocket and opened the doors to the auditorium where a very muscular, half naked man laid on a four post bed in the middle of the stage. I would have been lying if I said I wasn't totally distracted as I almost stumbled down the stairs toward the stage.
"I've been waiting for you, Leah," the man said getting off the bed, the lights just right to further define his muscles.
"You…you aren't real," I said more trying to convince myself.
"Trust me, sugar, it's going to feel real," he said seductively and I couldn't help but blush a little, "Come on, let me give you a massage."
Get a hold of yourself, I thought before replying, "You know I'm a sucker for a hot guy with little clothes on, really I am, but I'm…I'm going to have to pass."
"He's a peace offering," I heard from behind me and turned to see the janitor, also known as the trickster, sitting in the audience, "I know what you and your brothers do. I've been around awhile, run into your kind before."
"Well, then you know that I can't let you just keep hurting people," I stated taking a few steps closer to where he was sitting.
"Come on! Those people got what was coming to them, hoisted on their own petards. But you and your brothers…I like you, I do. So treat yourself," he said motioning to the man behind me who had undone the button on his pants, "long as you want…just long enough for me to move on to the next town."
"Yeah, I don't think I can let you do that."
"I don't want to hurt you but you know that I can."
"Look, I got to tell you, I dig your style, alright? I mean, I really do" I said glancing back at the man who started unzipping his pant slowly, "and the slow dancing alien was…"
"One of my personal favorites, yeah," the trickster laughed and I could feel myself getting light headed.
"But, uh, I can't let you go," I said moving so that I could put one hand on the chair in front of me hoping that if I grounded myself the feeling would go away.
"Too bad. Like I said, I like you but Dean was right, you shouldn't have come alone."
"Well, I'll agree with you there," I smiled as Sam, Dean and Bobby entered in through different exit doors, all with their own stakes.
"That fight you three had outside, that was a trick?" he questioned and I just shrugged, "hmm, not bad. But do you want to see a real trick?"
And just like that, no snap of the fingers, no words spoken, nothing. The music stopped and a man with a chainsaw appeared behind Sam. Bobby ran over to try and help Sam and before I knew it the hot guy grabbed me by the arm and threw me into the stage.
"Nice toss!" the trickster yelled out.
I felt my body getting all tingly but tried to ignore it as I stood up to fight my attacker. Just as he put his arm up to hit me he disappeared, I looked over and saw that Dean had impaled the trickster with his stake and as the room tilted on its side I saw the chainsaw man disappear as well before passing out.
"Freckles…freckles time to wake up," Sam said tapping my cheek gently. I groaned as I opened my eyes, Sam pulled me to my feet and I swayed a little.
"How hard did you get hit?" Dean asked as Sam put his arm around my waist to hold me up.
"Hard enough," I lied thankful that they hadn't seen me pass out.
"We need to get out of here before someone finds that body," Bobby spoke up and we all staggered out the door.
"Thanks Bobby," Sam said as he sat me in the backseat of the Impala.
"Like I've said before, just try not to kill each other," he smirked as he headed towards his own car.
"That will be easy if you don't start singing that annoying song again," Dean commented sliding into the driver's seat.
"Yeah, I'm with Dean on that one, anything would be better than that," Sam agreed.
"Anything?" I questioned with a mischievous grin on my face. I watched as Sam and Dean exchanged nervous glances wondering what they had gotten themselves into before I started singing, "I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves and it goes something like this…I know a song that gets…"
"Shut up!" Dean and Sam both yelled together and I couldn't help but smile.