Harvelle Supernatural

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Chapter 13: Monster Movies

Skylar's POV

I was asleep having this strange dream about angels. Or at least that is what I think I'm dreaming about? I was lying on a marble table with three angels around me. It was impossible to see their faces, thanks to the bright light obscuring their features. The only thing I could see was their wings. Long beautiful white wings.

"She possesses pagan magic," A deep male voice said. "Why must we waste our time with her?"

"Raphael commanded it so," a monotone voice replied. "She may be part of this if things don't follow as planned."

"Still, she is nothing but a mud monkey, Castiel." The first grave voice said.

"You shouldn't call her that." The voice belonging to Castiel scolded.

"Ah, it's what they are, savages, just plumbing on two legs," Uriel stated.

"You're close to blasphemy," Castiel warned.

"Gentlemen, now is not the time to argue." The third person said. "All I ask of you is to keep an eye on her once in a while. She may be useful."

"Yes, Zachariah," Castiel complied.

"Now, let's get her back before her abilities grasp this," Zachariah ordered.

One angel leaned forward, placing his hand on my forehead. A whooshing feeling zapped me out of my dream state and back into reality. I gasped, sitting up on my bed, looking around to see I was back in my bedroom. Suddenly a headache form into the most extreme migraine.

"What the hell?" I grumbled.

So getting out of bed, I quietly went to the bathroom, grabbing an aspirin from the medicine cabinet and a glass of water. I took a big gulp of water then slide the pill in before swallowing. I went back to my room with a sigh, double-checking the salt lines, the protective hex bag against demons the Winchesters gave me and turned off my laptop playing the classic horror film.

In the spirit of October, my photography professor recommends everyone to watch the classic 1930's and 1940's monster/horror film. Most of my classmates are doing Bela Lugosi, Dracula. I decided to observe Boris Karloff, The Mummy from 1932. Mainly observe how the camera angles portray the plot and settings. From my perspective, it's like watching from a stage, full-frontal view.

Sighing, I made sure the laptop is off before going to bed.

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The next night I was in my room watching another monster classic of Frankenstein. I got to say, John L. Balderston knows how to trap you into a story. Even if the film is a bit cheesy or cheap in modern terms. But back in the day, it's probably top blockbuster. Especially when the film was made during the great depression.

When Frankenstein was over, I put in Dracula on. I've heard great tales of this classic monster. As people considered Count Dracula to be the original monster movie character. Let alone how actual the plot is to the original Brom Strokers novel. Although I barely read the book. Yeah, sue me. I was more focused on Harry Potter and school recommended books throughout my teenage years.

Anyway, I was watching the scene where Dracula introduces himself to Mina Murray. When I got the urged to pick up my cell phone and unlock it. On cue, my cellphone rang. The caller I.D. showed being Sam Winchester. Well, now the jerk finally speaks to me. I debated if I should answer his call. But after the fourth ring, I accepted the call.

"Roadkill cafe, you kill'em we grill'em," I said.

A deep chuckled could be heard on the other end. "Very funny, Sky."

"And the hunter finally makes contact," I murmured. "What an honor to receive your message, sir."

"Okay, Skylar cut it out," Sam said.

"Cut what out?" I asked innocently. "What . . . five months since you last called me?"

"Sorry, just been…sorry, Skylar." Sam tried to say.

"Well, at least Dean handed you the message." I chirped.

After Dean called last month from the grave, I asked him to punch Sam for me. For avoiding me for nearly four months and refusing to answer my calls. A week later, I get a picture of Sam rubbing a swollen cheek with a comment underneath saying: Punched him for ya. Got to say, Dean is a man of his word. Unlike a certain Winchester who is on the other end.

"Yeah, he did," Sam muttered.

"So, why're calling?" I asked.

"I, uh, just need some normalcy," Sam answered. "I forgot having Dean back means crazy things were coming out of his mouth."

"Oh, so I'm your rock of human reality?" I dramatically asked. "Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?"

Sam snorted, probably shaking his head. "You know Dean sometimes thinking with his dick than his brain."

"Oh, what did he say now?" I asked, like a juicy gossip.

"Well, uh, he's said things that ever since he came out of the hell, he's clean as a baby's bottom. And then states that his virginity is intact." Sam explained. "Saying he has been re-hymenated."

I burst out laughing from hearing this. Did Dean Winchester proclaim that his virginity is intact? I didn't know he was a woman and had a vagina. So unless Dean Winchester is one ugly woman or is a hermaphrodite, I doubt he has his virginity. Sorry, but once his dick penetrates something, he's no longer a virgin. And with his dirty mind, Dean is no virgin.

So to make Sam laugh, I said, "Sam, I didn't know Dean was your older sister."

Sam chuckled, "Nope, though Dean will not abide by it."

"Lord, have mercy on the girl's sex life," I teased. "Anyway, other than Dean's epiphany, what are you guys doing?"

Sam said he and Dean are on a case in Canonsburg, Pennsylvania, during Oktoberfest. A dead woman with a bite mark on her neck, body drained of blood, and a witness who proclaims that it was a vampire. Although Sam has a hard time with the world coming to an end and all hell breaking loose and Dean wanted to solve a mere case like the good old days, a little family bonding. A straightforward black and white case.

When they examined the victim, her neck did not have thirty-two circular bite mark that of a vampire. Instead, they found two marks precisely on the jugular. As Sam said this, I looked at my laptop screen where Dracula was on draining a victim's blood. Seriously what a coincidence that the boys would be on a case with a cliché vampire folklore. When they talked to the witness, Ed Brewer stated he saw the murderer dressed like Dracula with a Romanian accent.

I couldn't help but laugh, "Sorry, I'm watching Dracula before you called."

Sam snorted, "That's strange."

"Yeah, back to the case, it doesn't sound like your typical vampire," I said. "Unless he has good control to retract his fangs to two, or you're dealing with a Dracula wannabe. Or maybe it's

Dracula himself coming for a comeback from the dead? Legend said Vlad the Impaler became a strigoi."

"What have you been reading?" Sam asked dramatically.

"Nothing," I said, turning my head where a Stephenie Meyer's novel, Twilight rested on my end table.

Yeah, Cheryl and Amber were shocked that I haven't read any of the Twilight Saga. What can I say, when you live in the supernatural world, the last thing you want to learn is there's more supernatural literature when not researching. Unfortunately, my friends forced me to read it, and now I'm on New Moon. It's addicting for some unknown reason. But I'm not going to tell Sam that otherwise, he or Dean would laugh at me.

"Do you need me to do some research?" I asked, changing the subject. "Maybe it's not a vampire but some creature that can inflict two puncture wounds?"

"No thanks, you focus on college stuff," Sam assured. "But thanks for the offer."

The past year I feel like they don't want me to get involved. Yeah, I'm trying to stay in the safe zone, but now and then, I get involved. Ellen and Jo contact me regularly to do research and talk to the professors at the college. Sometimes it's translating characters of an ancient language or identifies culture and period. The only time they get my help with the Winchesters was when Bobby's calls were asking favors. Seriously, the surrogate dad is calling for their support instead of the boys.

Either way, I'm always there for them.

There was a knock on a door as my roommates came in.

"Skylar, we're gonna go to a pre-Halloween party. You wanna come?" Cheryl asked, with Amber right behind her.

Both were dressed in casual clothing mix Halloween accessories. Cheryl dressed up like a witch wearing skinny jeans, a purple halter top, a witch's hat, and boots. Amber wore a black rib cage tank top with black skeleton leggings. Both were smiling wickedly, holding a red devil tail and horns.

Sam managed to hear this, "Go have fun."

"And you stay safe," I added.

He hung up, and so did I. The girls had fun dressing me up in a black top with red panels, black lace overlay, sheer cap sleeves, and ruffle trim: dark skinny pants, red shoes, and a choker necklace. And then the devil accessories. We all did our makeup looking dark and mysterious for this early Halloween party. As we dressed as Lock, Shock, and Barrel from The Nightmare Before Christmas.

And somehow, I became the devil.


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