Harvelle Supernatural
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated on this story. I've been working on other stories.
Warning: Lemon
Chapter 43: The Mentalist
I was asleep having one of those dirty dreams. Is it wrong to dream of the sex of your boyfriend when he is far away from saving people and hunting thing? The desire was intense, lying in bed as dream Sam was kissing down my body. He paid attention, nipping my nipples until erect before going down further, skillfully pulling my underwear off. Before I knew it, his lips were latched on my clit sucking it while one hand spread my leg wide as its twin guided its finger in my entrance.
I was panting and moaning in my sleep moving my hand down to pleasure myself only to startle awake; eye shot open to see Sam perform cunnilingus. His name left my lips, my fingers entangling in his brown locks pulling him close. Sam chuckled against my clit making gasped arching some. Oh shit, I forgot how good he was.
Suddenly I have an urge to answer my phone. Damn it now is not the time to work on my day off.
Seconds later, my phone was ringing, I tried to reach for it except Sam kept a vice grip on my waist pinning me down. I groaned, getting turned on even more. The edge was almost near when he stops. Cries escape for being so close. He chuckled, making his way up and kissed me, tasting myself on his lips. Lost in the kiss, he slowly slides inside. My breath caught as he stretched to his girth. He lifted both legs over his shoulder, giving him better access. His hands were groping my ass, as he started thrusting.
.o0o.
I panted recovering from my orgasm. Ever since Sam and I officially started dating, he tried to go by his two before one. In other words, I need to come twice before he ever reaches.
Anyway, Sam was kissing my shoulder as I check my email to from my boss for a new business trip for me. For the upcoming edition of the Magazine, she wants to do an issue on Lily Dale; New York on a Psychic Festival was being held. A journalist was already there in the article, but Mrs. Stafford, my boss wanted me to take pictures.
"How do you feel about going to New York?" I asked.
"Sounds fun," he said.
"At a psychic festival," I added.
He groaned, "Not so fun."
I chuckled.
Although, it has been a week since Sam came over leaving Dean after the whole leviathan doppelganger disaster. When Dean betrayed Sam by killing Amy Pond, I asked Jesse a favor to find the Kitsune boy name, Jacob. Jesse being powerful found the boy and brought him to my place so we could talk. Jacob remembers Sam when he was sick. Sam apologized to Jacob for what Dean did. However, the boy still had his vendetta against Dean. The boy witness Dean killing his mother with no hesitation. Dean let Jacob go because he was a child; threaten not to eat a human. Jacob vowed when he was older he will hunt Dean down and kill him, to which Dean accepted the deal.
Knowing this was a dangerous situation, I convince Jacob to go with Jesse to start a new life in Australia with Tony and Sienna. They will take care of him and help him how to control his hunger and abilities. Much to our relief, Jacob accepted. At least Jesse has a new friend and is in a safe location…until a prior future.
Afterwards, Sam and I have been chilling. With Cheryl in Asia with Alfie, we had the apartment to ourselves. Usually, I go to work; Sam would stay back to relax or help fellow hunters on research through my library. When I get back, we spend quality time together. Unfortunately, I can never look at the kitchen or living room the same again.
Back to current events.
"We can stop at the Big Apple, maybe go see a musical." I offered. "Or go to Hoboken and stop at Carlos Bakery to get some cakes and other sweets. C'mon, when was the last time we had a couple's getaway?"
Sam chuckle, "Okay. We can go."
I grin tackling him down and giving him a sloppy kiss, and another round cowgirl style.
.o0o.
When we got to New York, we stopped at Carlos Bakery and got a ton of sweets. Sam teased me saying I'll have a cavity before we even reach Lily Dale. I stuck my tongue out at him, before diving into a freshly made cannoli. Oh god, Buddy wasn't joking about his cannoli.
Once loaded on sweets we drove the jeep to Lily Dale. When arriving at the motel, we drop our things and set takeout on the table. We were exhausted from being trapped in the jeep for so long. As Sam set dinner up, I turned on the TV to see what was going on in the world. Not a moment too soon, Lily Dale's news channel talked about a second murder happened this week, tonight Grandma Goldy, known for orchestrating Séance, was killed by a stabbing to her throat. Witnesses who were a client to contact their loved one say the Ouija planchette levitated from broad and stabbed itself into Grandma Goldy neck. Police are waiting for the cause of death and examining the crime scene thoroughly to see if foul play was involved, or a hoax went wrong.
Oh come on, can't we have one trip that doesn't scream supernatural. I looked at Sam who had the same feeling. But as hunters and researchers, we have to double-check to see if it was possible.
"Tomorrow, we will check the crime scene," Sam said.
I nodded.
We pulled up our computers doing some research before going to bed. Our study went over Grandma Goldy character and the previous victim who died, Imelda Graven. Cause of death, blunt force trauma to the head by her crystal ball. Mortician still deciding if this was accidental or homicide. When I put up the pictures of Imelda Graven and Grandma Goldy:
"Not getting much online, we'll go undercover tomorrow and start investigating," I said.
"How about this, I go to the police station and see what the police have in both cases you walk around and find what people know of these two?"
"Are you sure?" I asked.
Sam nodded, "I don't want you to get to involve somebody might recognize me."
I nodded sadly.
Sam kissed my temple and got his suit ready. We brought nice clothes in case we have time for New York City and go on a spectacular date after Lily Dale. Guess the suit is gonna be used as an agent once more. So much for a lovely week vacation.
.o0o.
The first day Sam went to the crime scene and went to the station to get a copy of the case file. I went around town talking to local psychic to get their opinions on Imelda Graven and Grandma Goldy. The majority I got was them saying both women were terrific; they helped the community where there was a drop in tourist to invite more in. There was some jealousy from some saying crude things, though my ability confirmed the information wasn't related to the case. Although, it was hard to leave their houses when they offer me a discount reading or Séance.
I declined to know the majority of them were fakes. Sure there were a few tarot card readers, just shuffle the deck and let fate decide a possible path. But the whole selecting of animal bones, crystal balls, and all that crap doesn't work with these knockoffs. Hell, the last psychic I would trust was Pamela. A heavy sigh left my lips, thinking about her. Pamela helped me grasp my intellectual ability, and its origins. She helped me understand what claircognizance was. Even though my claircognizance isn't as obtuse as any clairvoyant, but focus on a specifics can be very useful over the years.
Sam told me Grandma Goldy was a fake Séance hostess. The entire living room filled with tricks and gadgets. Though he did give the woman credit on ingenuity to making the hoax discrete and realistic compared to Pamela's place of spells.
Sam and I would spend the rest of the day going over the case files to see what any of these murders have in common. What we noted was that Imelda Graven headshot she wore a necklace. Meanwhile Grandma Goldy death picture…she wore the same necklace.
"So…we are dealing with a cursed object, a witch, or a ghost?" I asked.
"Sounds about right," Sam replied. "What does your ability say?"
I closed my eyes and let my mind go to see where the psychic knowledge leads me. However, the information was being held back. It was like when you get a written paper before you could read the words, somebody yanks it away. I tried again, and once more I couldn't grasp it. It was like somebody was keeping the information elsewhere.
"That's odd; it's not coming to me," I said.
"Really?" Sam said surprised.
"Yeah, like it is there, but I can't grasp it," I explain.
"Maybe there something about the land?" Sam guessed. "Don't worry; we will look it up later."
I nodded and checked the time. It was almost midnight. We have done a lot of research that time just went by as usual. So putting stuff away and securing our clothes for tomorrow we went to bed.
.o0o.
The next day instead of getting fast food for breakfast, Sam and I decided to go to a local café called Good Graces Café. It was simple, not much character, yet the locals say it holds the best breakfast menu in town. So we went in where the host seated us.
"Hello!" he greeted happily. "First time at Good Graces?"
"Yes," Sam said. "Table for two."
"Super." The host said. "We're 100% locally sourced, biodynamic, and you get a free affirmation with every order."
Sam didn't know how to reply to that. Deciding to mess with him, I wrapped my arms around Sam's and said, "Can you tell me when he's gonna propose?"
The host chuckled gazing at us, "I see a much strong connection in trust and commitment, no matter the situation you got each other back. Less than five years and a handful of kids."
Sam stuttered not sure what to same as he grew pale. I chuckled knowing the first part was not sure about the kids or marriage part just yet. The host must have taken my question and alter it to comply with my answer to make me happy.
The host grinned and led Sam and me to a table. I kissed Sam cheek assuring him not to take the host affirmation seriously. Taking a look at the menu I found what I wanted and also to do something, "I'm gonna use the head. Mind ordering me a hot chocolate and the ricotta pancakes with a side of turkey sausage?"
"Sure," Sam said shaking his head.
When I got back from the ladies room was surprised to see Dean sitting in my shock and then angry to know Dean here. I came over and crossed my arms.
"…Where the hell you've been the past week and a half," Dean spoke to Sam not realizing I was there.
I smacked the back of his head hard, "He's been with me."
Dean looked up and smiled, "Sky, my one true friend how you've been?"
I gave him a sharp look.
He sighed, "I take it Sam told you then."
"Indeed he has, I'm disappointed in you. Sure you went on what if most would protect a possible future, but Amy was no threat, she was just like Lenore, she turned her hunger on another source and protected her son. Now there is an orphan kitsune somewhere not sure how to fend for himself."
Of course, I white lie on the last part. Sienna said she has a friend who works at mortician who can get Jacob his feedings, also try to introduce him to the animal pituitary glands that will curve the hunger until receiving an actual human organ.
Dean sighed, "Let's try and stop the killings. That's it."
Sam paused and looked at me.
"It's your choice," I murmured.
"Okay," Sam sighed.
"Okay? Good," Dean said surprised smiling a little, though it vanished when a woman was staring at us in fear. "Can I help you?"
"You're the brothers from the—"She started grabbing her phone.
Sam rushed in with the lie, "Oh, no, no, no, no. The Winchester guys on the news a couple of weeks back? No – we get that a lot."
"Yeah, no. Those depraved killers got put down like gods that they were." Dean added. "Us on the other hand, we're completely harmless."
"Wouldn't even hurt a fox," I commented.
Dean turned his head giving me a look.
The woman analyze the two then gave a relaxed laugh, "Oh, yeah! I'm sorry. Silly me. And I can see by your energies; you're completely gentle."
A man with brown hair having a goatee came over wrapping his arm around the woman; he spoke with a Russian accent, "Excuse my friend. She's excitable. Sweetheart, look at them, hmm? They're FBI."
"Oh!" The woman said.
"I'm Russian." The Russian said. "We can spot the law. You must be here about the tragedies."
"Oh, we're just beside ourselves about what happened." The woman said sadly.
"Yeah. And so close to the festival season, huh?" Dean asked
The woman was baffled "Yeah – no—"
"Of course we are worried. We have no idea what's going on, huh?" He said.
"Aren't you one of the three headliners for the festival?" I asked.
"Nikolai. Let me know if I can help you. I'm highly intuitive." Nikolai grinned handing me a card.
"Nikolai Lishin, spoon-bender?" I read aloud. "You were on the Today show."
"Mm. Indeed, World famous," Nikolai hummed. Come to my demonstration at the festival, huh?"
As he picked up Sam's spoon and started to make a gestured. A sense of concentration could be noticed. "I'll teach you to Harness the power of your mind." Then placed the spoon back on the table and took hold of his lady friend. "Come, let's leave them be."
They soon left.
Dean whistled, "So glad we decided to vacation here, huh? Right?"
"Work vacation for me," I said borrowing a chair from another table and sat down. Sam puts the case file back on the table.
"All right," Sam said clearing his throat. Opening the case file he commandeers from the police station. "Here we go. First death... second death."
Sam showed Imelda Graven and Grandma Goldy.
"What am I looking at?" Dean asked.
"Well, see this? Now, this is Imelda Graven, death number one." Sam explained, introducing the victims. "She was brained by her crystal ball."
"Bummer, and ironic," Dean said amused. He turned over a page. The next photograph is of the Grandma Goldy who was stabbed by the planchette. Dean double takes back at the first photograph. "Same necklace?"
"Yeah," I said. "Imelda gave it to Goldy in her will."
"Okay, so, cursed object, maybe?" Dean suggested.
"Worth looking into. Goldy's next of kin lives in town, also a psychic." Sam said.
"Oh, good. I haven't had my fill." Dean muttered.
"Oh, love you too," I muttered.
"Sorry, I keep forgetting you're clairvoyant." Dean apologized.
"I just don't see dead people," I said and took a sip of my hot chocolate.
Sam poured himself some sugar into his coffee. Just as he was about to use the spoon, it bends in his hands. All three of us were surprised when seeing this. Well, it appears that Nikolai Lishin is an actual psychic in the limited percentage of telekinesis
"He broke my spoon," Sam said in annoyance.
If we were average people, we would have been dumbfounded by such a trick.
Soon our food arrived as we talk about a plan. Sam and Dean were going to Grandma Goldy house to if her next of kin had inherited the necklace. If we were dealing with a cursed object. I will go around the area to see if there are any other records of bazar deaths that could have been swept under the rug. The Winchester's had many cases involving curse objects. Better to be safe than sorry.
So after brunch, we went our separate ways.
.o0o.
I was at the local library using the Wi-Fi to find any bazar cases. There wasn't much really. Sure a couple of fake deaths, seniors, and reasonable accidents, but no freak accidents. My Spidey senses tringle as I got up and went to the neutral zone and answered my phone.
"Did you find the necklace?" I asked.
"No, Melanie Golden followed her grandmother promised to the Emporium," Sam said. "Think you can stop over and get it."
"Sure," I said, noting the irritation in Sam's voice. "And Sam, breathe."
"I'm trying," Sam sighed.
"After all this and the festival we can go see The Book of Mormon or The War Horse." I offered.
"War Horse sounds good," Sam said.
I chuckled, "I'll look for tickets later."
We exchange a few words as Sam gave me the address. Collecting my things I headed off to the Emporium run by Jimmy Tomorrow. When I got there, it didn't look like an emporium but a pawn shop from an eighties film. There weren't many people there, mainly the cashier and a woman with pink hair looking at books. Waking over to the front, a man who was ungroomed smiled at me, putting down his coffee.
"Mmm. Mmm. You're looking... for something." He said trying to do an act like any psychic.
"Indeed I am," I said. "Are you Jimmy Tomorrow?"
"Mm-hmm." He replied.
"I'm here looking for a necklace that was owned by Grandma Goldy," I said, taking out the picture of Imelda Graven wearing it.
Jimmy's smiled touching the picture, "Oh. Yes, yes. Now, you do know that this is the Orb of Thessaly."
"Is that so?" I replied.
Jimmy nodded as he bent down and lifted a large metal box and placed it on the counter. He opened the lid and showed me the ruby necklace. It looked like something from the Victorian era. So a witches amulet, though the price tag would have cost a hand. "Very powerful, very rare."
"And very expensive," I noted.
"Worth every penny," Jimmy murmured.
I pulled out my badge, "I believe the federal discount is allowed."
Jimmy made a face, "What's going on?"
"A murder investigation that I'd like to thank you for not obstructing personally," I said confiscating the necklace.
"I paid for it," Jimmy said.
"My partners and I spoke to the deceased granddaughter who said all of her belongings were donated. You have something you got for free that was part of the evidence since the necklace was found on the victim's body."
Jimmy sighed annoyed that his pawn-scheme couldn't be used.
"You know, I give energetic private readings." He offered.
"I'm on the clock," I declined. "Maybe another time."
He grabbed my hand, "A large loss weighs on you. You're tried to make others happy. It's complicated. Come see me, Agent." He handed me his business card that read:
Jimmy Tomorrow
Private Readings
NO FUTURE TOO GRIM
809 1/2 Main Street
Lily Dale, N.Y. U.S.A. 14752
"Thank you, Mr. Tomorrow," I said accepting the card.
"The bureau's gonna reimburse me for the necklace, right?" Jimmy asked.
"Not when it is evidence, come collect it in five years," I said, leaving the emporium.
Once outside and in my jeep a better look of the necklace. Victorian inspired indeed, however, the chain did not feel like rich materials. In fact, I have never seen an expensive necklace made out of brass. Beading was simple black glass beading. As for the ruby, well there were a few chips. Last I recall, rubies are indestructible unless cut professionally. These chips are more like falling onto the floor. When I turned the necklace around it answers everything, "Made in Taiwan."
I sighed calling the boys and put them on speaker.
"You got the necklace?" Dean asked.
"The supposed Orb of Thessaly," I started. "Was made in Taiwan."
"Oh, a fake, around here. Imagine that. 'Course, that means that whatever's killing mediums is still out there." Dean said.
"It just takes curse objects out of the suspect list," I said.
"So we are dealing with either a witch or a ghost." Sam listed.
"Possible," I said. "A witch could explain why I'm not getting any info."
"Okay, we'll meet you at the motel," Sam said.
"See you soon," I replied before hanging up and drove to the motel.
.o0o.
The next day just got weird. Nikolai Lishin was found dead at his place. Sam and Dean when to his house to see if they could find any detail about his death, while I look into the Spoon Bender's history. The guy was Russian, so better be sure he wasn't connected to the Russian Mafia or something. When I met up with the boys, they told me based on the police chief report, Nikolai from a chest full of cutlery. The police already had some telephone leads by other psychics, forty-six calls if you want to be precise saying they've seen this happening. I doubt it, especially a possible suspect being an ogre who attacks Russians. Ghost can now be a potential suspect since the Winchesters found no hex bags at the scene.
A ghost is our culprit. They are capable of making objects levitate and apply force. If a ghost is very angry, it can even lift a human being.
We met at Melanie Golden house. She called Dean under his alias saying she had a voice recording of her grandmother. Once there, the guys introduced me to her as Agent Starling, and we sat down on the couch. She looked nervous as she held the house phone.
"I hadn't checked it until today. I mean, the only person who ever called my landline was my grandma." Melanie explained.
"That's okay," Sam assured. "Go on."
"Look, I wouldn't put any stock in it. I mean, she was always calling me with some crazy dream she was sure was a sign, that kind of thing, but...uh, is it true Nikolai had a real vision of his death?"
"That's what we were told," Dean answered.
Melanie inhaled sharply, "Well, so did she – the day she died."
"What'd she say?" Dean asked.
"Well, you can listen to it if you want. She said she was in a séance, and then the lights go, its freezing." She answered
Sam jumped in, "Wait, she said that? That the room got cold?"
"Yeah. Why? Is that important?" She replied.
The boys and I looked at each other. We are dealing with a ghost.
"What?" She got worried. "What is it?"
"We are dealing with a ghost," I said.
"Come on," Melanie said not believing me. However, our expression told the truth. "You're serious."
"Yeah. See, there's, uh, fake whoo-whoo crap, and there's real whoo-whoo crap." Dean said.
"Well, yeah, but... ghosts?" She countered.
"Oh, trust me," Dean said. "There's a lot weirder out there than that."
"So "The X-files" is real, or you just stopped talking like an FBI agent." She said.
"Well, um... we're not FBI agents," Sam said.
"We're a non-profited group who hunts the supernatural," I explained.
Melanie had a neutral expression before saying, "I need a drink."
"I support that." Dean agreed.
.o0o.
After talking with Melanie from listening to the video and promising we were the case, we left her home. It must be disturbing to hear your grandmother's final words before her death. I felt sorry for her. I know the feeling of having a message from a loved one you can never hear from again. As we left her house, Dean started to talk.
"You know, if this is a spirit, it ain't your average spook tied to a house. I mean, this thing is boogieing all over town." He said.
"Not surprised," Sam muttered, as her gestures to all the psychic signs from the neighbor's houses.
"With so much crystal balls, limestone, and running water, it's a huge attraction," I said as we reached the Dodge Dean stolen. "And the possibility somebody may have an artifact."
"Well, yeah, quartz can act as an antenna for spirits, right? I mean, that's why mediums started using crystal balls in the first place." Sam agreed.
"Well, that means that every storefront in town has got a ghost satellite dish," Dean said getting to the driver side.
"Exactly. And this place is packed with people summoning spirits." Sam added.
"Yeah, but, dude, most of these guys can't even call a taxi," Dean said.
"Only takes one," I reminded
Dean made a face realizing that "That's gonna be like looking for a needle in a stack of fake needles."
"It's worse," Sam said. "I mean, I'll bet you anything some of these guys got real juice. I'm not talking kill-people level. I'm just saying enough to make it complicated."
"I hate this town. All right, so..." Dean concluded opening the door to the dodge. "... What? Start hitting up the Miss Cleo's?"
"I was thinking split up and canvass. It's faster." Sam replied, before walking away.
"Right. 'Course you were." Dean sighed.
"It's gonna take some time, Dean," I said.
"I know," he said. "But never like this."
I shook my head, "You killed his friend, and not just that but someone who protected him. How would you feel is Sam did the same to you?"
Dean paused, thinking about it.
"Do you think not all monsters are evil?" he asked.
"Well, there's Jesse," I answered.
"How is he?"
"Killing the waves," I concluded before leaving.
.o0o.
I lay in bed. No matter how hard I work, my clairvoyant ability doesn't grasp the truth. I rubbed Athena owl pendant, trying to see if she may know something. There was no replied. Sighing I continue to do the meditation letting my mind go blank. Melanie called Dean saying the ghost has a new target, Camille Thibodeaux. Looking at security footage, they saw the ghost and Melanie had noticed the spirit from the local museum. The boys went to the museum while I did more archive search. Yet my brain wasn't working that I needed a break after staring hours on end on the computer,
Suddenly my eyes shot open in seeing two women in vintage clothing doing a performance. One woman was tall; she had structure face and long black hair kept up. The other woman had the same hair and dark eyes like the other, though her face was softer, gentler. She placed her hand on a circular table and with one hand levitated it. The crowd cheered in awe of the performance.
After the show, the women went backstage to their room.
"You've done it again, Kate." The tall woman said.
"As did you, Margaret," Kate replied putting the roses in a vase.
Margaret frown, "You should be careful with men."
Kate took a brush and gestured Margaret to a chair to sit down and began to brush her hair. "You sound like a mother hen looking after her little chick."
Margaret looked in the mirror of her sister reflection, "Little chick needs looking after." She then took Kate hand, "Until someone else does it better, mother hen's sticking close to the coop. You're special, and some are afraid of that."
"And you are a good illusionist," Kate murmured.
Margaret made a disappointed look.
Kate moved her sister's hair a saw blood on the color of Margaret dress. She frowned as she touched it and gasped seeing something.
"What's wrong?" Margaret asked.
Kate panted, "I see deaths, and I saw fire in your future."
Margaret made a face shoving her sister away and out the room.
I gasped opening my eyes to see a ghost of Kate. She was about to say something when out of instinct I grabbed the iron knife and stabbed her. She cried out vanishing. Quickly I got out of bed grabbing my phone and realized Dean and Sam have been trying to contact me. Until Sam last text saying he and Dean came back to the motel finding me asleep and let me rest. Telling the ghost of Kate Fox was killing psychics. Kate must have put me a trance, but why?
Why did she show me the past?
She appeared again, "You need to listen to me."
I held the knife close, "Why are you killing people?"
"I'm not," She pleaded. "Someone had bound my sister. They are making her kill those people."
"Why?" I asked.
"Whoever it is, hates those who've become famous. Those who don't have the ability."
"But your sister…"I tried to grasp.
"She didn't have the ability; she was an illusionist, she knew how to trick people," She said. "Please, we live our lives together, created this town, any more killings, and she will be damned."
She was telling the truth. Stood before I wasn't a ghost. No, I saw a woman in fear of her sister soul. I nodded then remember Sam and Dean's text.
"Shit, you're bones," I said.
Her pale eyes widen as she vanished.
I quickly got into my jeep and rushed to the cemetery. I tried contacting them but all I got was voice mail. It was late, and the boys could be burning Kate's bones at any moment. The moment I reached the cemetery, I was too late. Kate tried to explain what was going on and Sam tossed a lighter into her open grave. She went up in flames screaming the word no.
I rushed over in shock, "What have you done!"
"Took care of the problem," Dean panted.
"Kate wasn't the killer!" I snapped.
"Huh?" Was his response.
"Kate was warning them, Margaret is the culprit," I yelled.
"How do you know that?" Sam asked.
"She told me, she showed me," I answered.
The boys looked at each other, as Dean said, "Ghost can lie. They do anything to continue their vendetta."
I growled then remember the Camille Thibodeaux. The boys didn't believe me. Their stupid adrenalin is up in their thick heads. Without saying a word, I ran back to my jeep to find Melanie. I stopped at her house, but she wasn't there. I didn't have her number, so I drove around trying to find her. My abilities lead me to Sister Thibodeaux house. Melanie car parked in the front. The moment I parked, Margaret appeared standing by the window.
I cursed and got out of the jeep with my iron rod and salt spray. Running in, shoving the door finding it not lock. The moment I enter, I saw Margaret holding Camille by the neck.
"Hey!" I yelled spraying the Salt on her.
She cried out in pain dropping Camille. I picked her up and forced her into another room. Melanie was with me having Sam on the phone. She grabbed the fire poker as we circled her friend. Lights were flickering, Margaret moving around us.
A draw thrust out knocking Melanie. I cursed, as the ghost appeared in front of me. I swung the iron rod, except with a wave of her hand tossed me across the room. The pain got me bad, that when I was conscious I saw Melanie shouting Camille name.
What we saw was Margaret showing animal bones in Camille's mouth. The moment I got up to attack, Margret snapped Camille's neck. The ghost grinned before she vanished dropping Camille body. I came over to see if there was any way to revive her. Sadly her soul was gone. Limping over to Melanie, I helped her out of the dresser, and we rushed outside.
Sam and Dean arrived.
Melanie held onto Dean crying to her friend.
The worse part was how to tell the local authorities.
Sam rushed in to grab my iron rod and place the dresser back. Next, the boys went down the street while I told Melanie was to say to the police when we arrived. Camille and Melanie were doing a late séance when a man was wearing a black mask enter. He knocked Melanie and me down, while he tortured Camille before snapping her neck. Melanie nodded in understanding, knowing the police wouldn't believe the ghost story.
It would be early morning when Melanie and I were released. Cops asked me why I was there, and I said I met Melanie earlier today asking if she knew any excellent psychic could do a photoshoot. Camille volunteer and I ask if I could have a trial run before the shit hit the fan. The police believed me, and Melanie kept to the story.
When we arrived at Melanie's place, the boys were there. She let us in, before going upstairs saying she needed a shower. The Winchester's and I hardly spoke a word as we waited. It would be Dean who broke the silence.
"Should have known that whole 'Good sis, bad sis, the story was just showmanship crap," Dean said.
"Oh, and let's not forget that you burn Kate without going over it with me," I snapped.
"Sorry, we thought we could handle it," Sam said.
"Well apparently not," I sneered. "Kate was trying to warn people. She warned me, and none of you answered your damn phones."
"And we burned her bones, so that's gone," Dean said, mad at himself.
"Dean," Sam said. "Sky."
"What?" Dean replied.
"All we can do now is to stop her," Sam said
"That's not good enough, by a mile," Dean said.
"I know. But…"
Melanie came down wearing a blue robe. She was still shaken up by what happened last night. Her arms were crossed as she walked over.
"Hey," Dean greeted. "How are you holding up?"
"Been better," Kate mumbled.
"Listen, if you need for us to leave—"Dean started
"I need you guys to leave." She finished.
"Okay, we will," Sam assured. "It's just that…look – Margaret is still out there."
Melanie wiped the tears off her face taking a deep breath, "What do you guys need to know?"
"Is there anything that stood out?" Sam asked.
"She was stronger than a normal ghost," I pointed out.
"Well, um…" Melanie took a deep breath. "She barely gave a crap about us, I mean; we were just in the way. She was all about Camille."
"Okay, that's something," Dean said.
"One other thing," she added. "Um…she enjoyed it. She was smiling."
"I second that," I confirmed.
This was strange behavior. Emotional ghost was rare, especially for an old ghost. Then again Kate said they were woken from their slumbers. Whoever bounded Margret wasn't strong enough to bound Kate. The person must have used a personal token the sisters had to bound them since Kate's bones were still at their grave, so should Margret.
"Here's the plan," Dean said. "Skylar will stay here and watch Melanie. Sam and I will go to the graveyard and dig up Margaret's bones. Hopefully, this will end this once and for all."
"Will she come back?" Melanie asked.
"After last night, she used a lot of energy. She will be resting along with the person who is controlling her." I explained.
Melanie nodded.
Sam and Dean left while I sat in the living room calling Bobby about binding magic. He told me if the bones are not being used as a binding spell, an artifact known as Ash-wood alters a good use for necromancy. Write spell with a loved object can possess a soul from its peace. I thanked Bobby before getting a call from Sam saying Margaret's bones were gone. Also Dean Theory, that all the fake psychics were headliners for the E.S.P festival. It started making sense, Nikolai was world famous, Imelda Graven was on the news, and Grandma Goldy had written a few books. I told Sam I talked to Bobby and composed a list.
They came by, switching our post.
So Sam and I went to the Emporium to see if Jimmy by any chance sold Ash-wood alters in the last month or so. He was the only person who can obtain artifacts. People buy things and think they are knockoffs or the real deal and what they are used for.
Once there Sam and I found the owner at the counter.
"Agent Starling," Jimmy greeted surprised. "Are you here with my check?"
I shook my head returning the necklace.
Sam spoke placing the list down, "We're looking for someone who bought some things from you."
"How do you know from me?" Jimmy asked.
"I kinda doubt they sell Ash-wood altars at the Gas 'N Sip," Sam said.
"Valid," Jimmy agreed to grab the paper. "Let me see the list."
He grabbed the itinerary and did his digging. "Ah. Here we go. Credit card receipt. I assume you want the address?" he said pulling out a piece of paper.
"Yes please," I said.
"It's the least I can do," Jimmy said writing it down. "I just heard about Camille Thibideaux."
Sam grabbed the paper, "Thanks a lot."
We headed out hearing Jimmy say "You're welcome."
It was getting late when we arrived at the address. We grabbed our guns. However, Sam looked at me. "You stay and keep the car running."
"But Sam," I started.
"Can you shoot another person again?" Sam asked.
I stopped realizing that. I've killed demons and monster…and a human girl. The Girl in the Wall, Rebecca Gibson daughter back in 2009. Even though Brian Carter made the final kill, my bullet destroyed her vital organs. Has it been that long? That case has shaken me up since we weren't dealing with monsters, but poor humans who were neglected and abused.
A massive sighed escape and I nodded. Sam patted my shoulder before running towards the house and broke the door down. I kept my gun ready just in case. Not even a minute Sam ran back to the jeep.
"Drive!" Sam freaked out
Seeing out of character I drove.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Just broke into a Lamaze class."
"Lamaze class," I said in shock. "That means…"
Sam called Dean putting him on speaker, "Dean, it's the pawn-shop guy."
"How do you know?" Dean asked.
"He goose-chased us to a friggin' pregnant yoga class."
"Alright, well, figure out where he put her bones."
"We will."
"Fast, Sam!" Dean said urgently.
Five minutes later we arrived at the Emporium. We rushed to the front door fining it lock. Remember her gave me a card, I looked at the address and ran between the building till seeing the temporary sign of 809 ½ down the alley. Sam locked picked the door, and we entered with our guns ready.
Quietly we looked around till finding a alter that had bone binding magic. Margaret skull on a purple silk, two black candles lit, and a brass bowl filled with ingredients. Sam picked up the skull. The moment he did, we heard a gun clicked.
"Somehow, I just knew you're back," Jimmy said in a calm tone.
"Shit," I sighed.
"Hi, Agent." He said. "Put the skull down."
"Okay, okay," Sam said. "Take it easy. Here."
He handed the skull to Jimmy. Taking the opportunity, Sam punched Jimmy creating distance. He took Jimmy gun and aimed it at him.
"Alright, that's enough."
I tossed over the altar, hoping that would break the connection. Margaret soul was still loose, but the leash should be gone.
"Nice binding spell," I said.
"It doesn't matter," Jimmy replied. "She helps me because she wants to."
"What?" Sam was surprised.
We both were.
"Margaret and I are the same. "He explained. "We're the real thing. But guess what – sometimes the real thing just isn't pretty or entertaining enough. When I show people what I'm capable of, it scares them. I can't pay my rent!"
"You're insane," I breathed.
"Margaret's happy to kill for me." He said. "He likes the leash."
"You're sick." Sam sneered.
"You know what else I am?" Jimmy challenge. "A real psychic, you dick-bag."
He just lifted his hand, and the gun was yank out of Sam, sliding towards Jimmy. Our eyes widen in shock. He kept his gun on Sam.
"Where are the rest of the bones?" Sam asked.
Jimmy stepped blocking the view of the bedroom. Sam looked at me, and I nodded getting what he plans on doing.
"These people don't deserve to die," Sam said.
"Oh, come on! Are you kidding me?" Jimmy protested. "I live in squalor 'cause I can't put on a show like them."
"Don't do this." Sam murmured.
Jimmy moved closer, gun ready.
"They're in the bedroom aren't they?"
"No," Jimmy yelled and fired.
Sam shoved me down. Everyone was surprised to even Jimmy.
"You're not getting in there." He said, looking back.
The distraction gave me the opportunity to grab the skull and run. There were sounds of two gunshots. But I focused on the task, entering the bedroom Sam pulls out his gun and fire. Meanwhile, I grabbed the skull and rushed to the bedroom. There was a lump on the old mattress, removing the blankets to discover a red velvet sack. Quickly I pulled the contents out finding the rest of Margaret's bones. Sam came in and helped pour gasoline and salt on the remains. Afterwards, he took a lighter and set the bones aflame.
Before the flames consumed the building, we left the complex not looking back.
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"In the bed?" Dean asked in disbelief. "They were in bed?"
"Yeah," Sam answered.
We were at the café having breakfast. Dean told us what happened to him and Melanie against Margaret. Afterwards, we told him our encounter with Jimmy and his Norman Bates relationship. Disturbing I know, just like that short story in grade school, A Rose for Emily.
"Ugh. I can't believe he was boning her." As Dean took a sip of his coffee,
Sam and I made a face of disgust.
"Can I get you any else?" the waiter asked. Being the same guy a few days ago.
"Uh, just a refill," Dean answered. "And if you affirmate me, I'm gonna punch you in the face."
The waiter paled and nodded, "All righty then. Coffee, coming up."
He left with a nervous laugh.
"That wasn't nice," I chuckled.
Dean shook his head rubbing his temple. "I can't wait to get out of this frickin' fortune cookie."
I picked up my phone, and a second later it rang. "Boss is calling."
Sam nodded spotting Melanie. So letting Dean have a moment, we went outside. I talked to Mrs. Stafford, and she told me to cancel the article. Her journalist informed her that there were too many deaths, the first and second headliners were dead. Without the headliners, the festival would have been a freak show, and a hotdog eating contest wasn't satisfying.
'Yes ma'am," I said.
"I'm sorry to waste your time," she said. "I assure you will be compensated for the gas and board."
"Thank you," I said.
"Be back in three days; I have another project." She said.
"Understood," I said.
Saying goodbye, we hung.
"Well, there goes our Big Apple trip," I told Sam.
"Yeah," Sam said with a sigh.
"So, are you coming back to C-bus with me or…"
Sam took a deep breath, "I'm gonna join Dean. He's my brother."
I nodded, "Try not to kill each other."
Sam chuckled, "Can't keep that promise."
We went over to the Jeep so Sam could collect his things. I handed Sam another visa gift card, he was hesitant, but I told him to take it. He sighed accepting the card. There were a few hundred dollars on it. Still enough for food and gas for the next few days.
"Besides, isn't Vegas week coming up?" I asked.
"Yeah," he answered.
"Have fun," I said. "And make sure Dean doesn't get an STD."
Once more Sam laughed as he leaned down kissed me.
Margaret and Kate vision was inspired by the Haynes Sisters in White Christmas.
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