Hey guys! I am back with another chapter of A Whole New World! I know I said I might skip the next episode to keep going on, but this episode is so good! Season two is really good in general. I forgot how good it was. Man, I'm rewatching the series, and I'm on Tall Tales. Anyways, I'm watching a show called Lore, which is really good from what I've seen. Enjoy the chapter!
No Exit Part 1
We stayed in the area for a while after the case with Andy, and we were definitely getting antsy. We need a case soon. We head into the Roadhouse as Dean is telling us about a case he's maybe found.
"Los Angeles, California." He says as we get out of the Impala.
"What's in L.A.?" I ask.
"Young girl's been kidnapped by an evil cult."
"Yeah? Girl got a name?"
"Katie Holmes." Sam and I let out a laugh.
"That's funny, and for you, so bitchy." Sam says. We walk into the Roadhouse to hear the sound of breaking glass and Ellen and Jo yelling. Dean turns to us.
"Of course, on the other hand...catfight." I roll my eyes and walk further in cautiously not knowing what we were about to get into.
"I am your mother. I don't have to be reasonable!" We hear Ellen yell.
"You can't keep me here!" Jo yells back.
"Oh, don't you bet on that, sweetie."
"What are you going to do? Are you going to chain me up in the basement?"
"You know what? You've had worse ideas than that recently. Hey, you don't wanna stay then don't stay. Go back to school."
"I didn't belong there! I was a freak with a knife collection.
"Yeah and getting yourself killed on some dusty back road, that's where you belong?" Ellen finally turns and notices us. "Guys, bad time."
"Yes, ma'am." Sam says.
"Yeah, we rarely drink before ten anyway." Dean says.
"Wait, I wanna know what they think about this." Jo says. Just then a family walks in to the bar. Yeah, this isn't good for families at the moment.
"I don't care what they think!" Ellen yells not noticing the family. I almost wanna quietly escort them out, but I'm afraid of Ellen and Jo.
"Are you guys open?" The man asks.
"No!" Jo yells.
"Yes!" Ellen yells.
"We'll just...check out the Arby's down the road." The family leaves and the phone rings. Ellen goes over and answers it.
"Harvelle's. Yeah, Preacher." Ellen says as Jo approaches us.
"Three weeks ago a young girl disappears from a Philadelphia apartment." Jo says shoving Dean a folder. "Take it. It won't bite."
"No, but your mom might." Dean says taking the folder reluctantly.
"And this girl wasn't the first. Over the past eighty years, six women have vanished. All from the same building, all young blondes. Only happens every decade or two, so cops never eyeball the pattern. So we're either dealing with one very old serial killer or-"
"Who put this together? Ash?" Dean asks.
"I did it myself."
"Hmm." Dean says sounding impressed.
"I gotta admit. We hit the road for a lot less." Sam says.
"Good, you like the case so much, you take it." Ellen says getting off the phone.
"Mom!" Jo exclaims.
"Joanna Beth, this family has lost enough, and I won't lose you too. I just won't." We said our goodbyes and headed off. The boys start discussing how we'll approach this. Do I need to dye my hair blonde? It sounds like they're considering it. We even stop at a Wal-Mart and buy some dye that'll wash out after a few weeks. Guess, I'm going blonde for a while. We go into our hotel, and Sam actually helps me dye my hair. It turns out pretty good. It's more of a dirty blonde, so hopefully this still works. From there we worked out our plan. Me and Dean were going to pose as a newlywed couple looking for an apartment. We go inside and start talking to the landlord. He shows us the apartment and let's us walk around for a while by ourselves.
"I feel kind of bad, snaking Jo's case." Sam says as we start looking around.
"Yeah, maybe she put together a good file, but could you see her out here working one of these things? I don't think so." I gave him a look. "You're with us sweetheart. You're at least not working alone." I hummed and pulled out my emf reader. "You getting anything?"
"No, not yet?" I say running it over the light switch. The reader goes off a little bit, but then I notice a weird substance. "What's that?" I ask looking at it.
"What?" Dean asks as he and Sam come over.
"Holy crap." Sam says touching the goo. Me and Sam also touch it. It sorta feels like slime.
"That's ectoplasm. Well, Sam, I think I know what we're dealing with here. It's the Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man." Dean says.
"Dean, I've only seen this stuff, like, twice. I mean, to make this stuff you have to one majorly pissed off spirit." Sam says.
"All right, let's find this badass, so we don't have to worry about Kate being bait."
"That would be nice, but I didn't dye my hair for nothing."
"It'll go back to brown in a few weeks." I roll my eyes and leave the apartment. We're walking out when we see Jo approach us with the landlord.
"Hey guys! I wasn't aware that you three had already gone up to look at the apartment." I forgot Jo comes in this episode.
"Yeah, we got here earlier than we thought we would. It's so good to see you sis." I say going with the act. I give her a hug.
"Well, what do you think?" The landlord asks.
"We'll take it." I say handing the man a lot of cash. We go back into the apartment, and Dean turns to Jo angrily.
"Do you guys mind me staying here?" Jo asks sitting down on the couch. "You two don't mind sharing right?" Me and Dean share a look but don't say anything.
"Does your mother even know you're here?" Dean asks.
"Told her I was going to Vegas." Jo says.
"You think she's gonna buy that?"
"I'm not an idiot. I got Ash to lay a credit card trail all the way to the casinos."
"You know, you shouldn't lie to your mom. Shouldn't be here either. Kate dyed her hair. We've got this covered."
"Well, I am, so untwist your boxers and deal with it."
"Where'd you get all that money from, anyway?" Sam asks.
"Working at the Roadhouse."
"Hunters don't tip that well." Dean says.
"Well, they aren't that good at poker, either." Dean's phone starts ringing as she says that.
"Yeah." Dean says picking up. "Oh, hi Ellen." Pause. He covers the speaker and looks at Jo. "I'm telling her." They have a small argument, but something makes Dean go back to his phone. "I haven't seen her." Pause. "Yeah, I'm sure." Pause. "Absolutely." Dean hangs up. "Fine, you can help. Sam is staying in a motel nearby if you rather sleep in a bed. We stay in the apartment and start researching the place.
"This place was built in 1924. It was originally a warehouse and converted into apartments a few months ago." Jo says.
"Yeah? What was here before 1924?" Dean asks.
"Nothing. Empty field."
"So, most likely scenario, someone died bloody in the building, and now, he's back and raising hell."
"I already checked. In the past eight two years, zero violent deaths. Unless you count a janitor who slipped on a wet floor." I look at Dean who is pacing.
"Can you sit down." I say. He nods and sits next to me.
"So, have you checked police reports, county death records..."
"Obituaries, mortuary reports and seven other sources. I know what I'm doing." Jo says.
"I think the jury's still out on that one. Could you put the knife down?" Dean asks. Jo does put the knife down.
"Okay! So, uh, it's something else, then. Maybe some kind of cursed object that brought a spirit with it." Sam says.
"Well, we've got to scan the whole building. Everywhere we can get to, right?" Jo asks.
"Right. So, Kate and I will take the top two floors. Sam and Jo will take the rest." Dean says.
"We'd move faster if we split up." Jo says.
"Oh, this isn't negotiable."
To Be Continued...
Well, there you go guys! I'm still not getting very many hours, and I am looking for a second job. I'll still work at GameStop, but I need more hours. I need the money if I'm going to Orlando in August. Anyways, I hope you guys have an amazing day! Bye guys!