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It had been nearly a whole week since I walked out on Dean. For his own good – well that's what I was telling myself... I was starting to feel better. Feel more independent, feel like a solo hunter again. I woke up in a motel room and stretched; I actually didn't feel terrible. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as my phone began to ring.
"O'Connor?" I asked half yawning as I answered.
"Where the hell are you?" A grumpy sounding Bobby asked.
"In a motel room, why, where should I be?" I asked sitting up and looking at the clock. It was around eight in the morning.
"You should be with Sam and/or Dean. At least one of those eijets!" Bobby snapped at me then sighed.
"Why?" I asked confused pushing myself out of the bed.
"Why? Why she asks me? I don't know girl, maybe because freaking Leviathan are trying to kill all three of you and there's safety in numbers?" Bobby snapped at me again.
"Whoa! Some one is grumpy this morning..." I sighed grabbing out some fresh clothes.
"You think genius?" Bobby snapped again.
"Hey, whoa! Bobby, I'm a big girl. I don't have to hunt with them. Maybe it's better if we split up..." I suggested pulling out my wash things.
"Better? For who?" Bobby asked grumpy.
"Wow, you really are grumpy! Gee... come on Bobby-" I started to say getting rapidly depressed by the second.
"No, don't come on Bobby me! I got calls from both those eijets saying they're hunting solo now. Least they call! But you girl! You go off the reservation without letting anyone know! Anything could have happened to you!" Bobby half growled down the phone. I knew he was only worried about me, but man it was bringing me down fast.
"But clearly, by having this very conversation, I am proving, I am alive and in fact fine." I sighed looking at my reflection. I'd been getting more sleep since I left Dean, but I still didn't look fabulous.
"Don't be a smart ass girl! You know I worry about you like my own." Bobby said still sounding grumpy.
"I know you do..." I sighed, resting on the side of the bath. I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. "I just... I needed space."
"Space?" Bobby asked confused.
"Yeah, space." I replied feeling the last of my good mood vanish.
"Space for what?" Bobby asked sounding almost human again.
"I need to find answers Bobby." I sighed again.
"Answers?" Bobby asked confused.
"What? Have you been replaced by a parrot or something? Yeah answers." I snapped a little standing back up and looking at myself in the mirror. The girl standing, facing me, could have just be another person on the street for me.
"Girl is this to do with your memory?" Bobby asked sounding back to himself.
"Yeah." I said looking at my reflection hard. "I only remember bits of who I was. There is still so much I don't know about myself. Stuff I want to know. I need to know."
"Well how you expecting to find answers? It's not like we can ask Cass to reverse whatever the hell it is he did to your memories in the first place." Bobby sighed.
"I know." I said sadly, looking into my own eyes. I know this sounds crazy, but sometimes my own reflection didn't even look familiar to me.
"So where are you?" Bobby asked me, snapping from my thoughts.
"Look, I'll tell you, but don't you dare say anything ok?" I asked firmly.
"I swear." Bobby said with a hint of confusion in his voice.
"I'm in Lily Dale, New York..." I admitted slightly ashamed of myself.
"Lily Dale?" Bobby asked seriously.
"Yeah, I know! It's stupid to think some hack psychic will be able to tell me anything about myself! I know I'm just wasting my time asking questions. I bet there isn't even a real damn psychic in the bunch... I know I'm being stupid. Yeah I know I am Bobby... but man. I really need answers and yeah, it has gotten this desperate. I can't handle-" I cut myself off before I mentioned the headaches.
"Finished girl?" Bobby asked plainly.
"Yes sir." I sighed, resting on the side of the bath again.
"Good." Bobby said softly. "I was going to say, I know a few psychic's in town if your serious about asking them."
"Really?" I asked jumping to my feet.
"Yeah, I mean, I don't know if they'll be able to help you. But they might be able to point you in the right direction." Bobby explained.
"Thank you Bobby Singer! You are a life saver." I smirked to myself as he laughed.
"Yeah, well maybe you'll ring and let me know where you are, huh?" Bobby asked and I nodded smirking more.
"I will. Sorry Bobby." I said sincerely.
"I know girl." Bobbyreplied then gave me the names of a few true psychics in the town. I finished getting washed and changed and decided to check out the psychic Bobby told me about.
The thing about Lily Dale was plain and simple, the place was full of fakes. 'Psychics' who would let you talk to your dead gold fish for a stupid large fee. To say I wasn't a fan of psychics was probably an understatement. I really distrusted anyone who said they could speak to the dead. Something really un-Catholic about it all for me. I shuddered a little as I walked down the street seeing all the shops full to the brim of psychic goodness. Half of them would probably wet themselves if they ever really saw a ghost and the other half, well they'd just be sitting ducks. I checked the address Bobby gave me and found a row of houses down the side of an alley. I was grateful that there wasn't at least some sign boards outside the houses. I walked up to the address Bobby gave me and knocked. I waited a few minutes when the door opened and a man was stood there. He was mid thirties with straight jaw length hair, swept to one side with a blue streak in the front. He had blue eyes, and a scruff forming on his face. He was wearing dark jeans and a faded AC/DC t-shirt. All in all not what I was expecting from the psychics in Lily Dale.
"Hi I'm-" I started to say when the man cut in.
"Megan. Yeah, I know." He said with a smirk as if it was meant to impress me.
"Bobby call huh?" I asked as he lost his smirk.
"Something like that. Come in." The man said stepping side so that I could walk in. I walked into his house and into the living room. It looked normal, nothing 'psychic' about it at all. "Expecting something else?" He chuckled as he sat on the sofa.
"I guess... this is Lily Dale after all..." I shrugged as he motioned for me to sit on the sofa. I sat down and looked at the guy. "Do I get a name?" I asked plainly.
"Sorry, yeah, Shawn." Shawn replied holding his hand out to me.
"Nice to meet you." I replied as he placed his other hand over our hands and closed his eyes. I could see his eyes fluttering from side to side with his eye lids closed. I rolled my eyes, I'd seen it a millions times before.
"Well, that was interesting..." Shawn said opening his eyes and taking a couple of deep breaths.
"Bet it was." I muttered and Shawn smirked at me, a chuckle escaping his lips.
"Oh come on Megan, surely by now you've realised I'm not a fake." Shawn asked smiling at me.
"You'd think, wouldn't you?" I asked smirking at him.
"Fine, how do I prove it?" Shawn asked me, looking me dead in the eyes.
"You're the psychic, tell me something about myself." I stated plainly. Shawn chuckled again looking away from me then nodded turning back to face me.
"Fine, give me your hand again." Shawn said holding his out palm up. I put my hand in his and he closed his eyes again.
"Oh brother." I sighed.
"Shut up smart ass." Shawn said with his eyes closed. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly he shook his head slowly as if he didn't like something. Then his eyebrows furrowed together and finally he opened his eyes and smirked at me.
"Something funny?" I asked plainly.
"No, just, you know, for a rock chick like yourself, really, having Hair spray's – You Can't Stop The Beat, on your cell is a little... funny." Shawn smirked at me with a shrug.
"Bobby could have told you that. I've had the song on for months." I said firmly. I hated that. When a 'psychic' told you something about yourself, that anyone with the right training could tell you. Hell if I wanted to, I could have set up as a 'psychic' I knew how to read people.
"True. But could Bobby tell me, that you have the song on because it reminds you of the love your parents shared and that every time you listen to it, you cry?" Shawn asked seriously. It was all true. The song and the reason for having it. I hadn't told anyone, not even Dean. I sat there in shock for a few seconds before taking a deep breath.
"Ok... I guess your real..." I admitted softly.
"You think?" He smirked at me again. "Now, you mind telling me, what you want from me?" Shawn asked smiling politely at me.
"Bobby didn't say?" I asked confused.
"No. Just told me, your name and that you'd be calling around." Shawn shrugged. I bit my lip as I sat there trying to figure out the best way to explain my situation. It wasn't everyday you had to tell someone you came back from the dead after an angel with the power of God brought you back with no memories. I scratched the back of my head and tried to stumble through an good explanation.
"Well... basically I just, I need to find some answers..." I said softly looking down at my hands.
"Well answers are my special subject." Shawn joked a little and I smiled at him.
"Problem is, I don't know if there is any way to get the answers..." I said with a small shrug.
"Usually, clients don't. That's where I come in. I'm pretty good at finding them." Shawn said with a reassuring smile.
"Good... that's um good." I said looking back down at my hands.
"Well, what questions do you have?" Shawn asked softly.
"I need to know who I was." I said plainly to my hands.
"Was?" Shawn asked confused. "This some demon possession gig, because, man, I told Bobby, I wasn't doing them again. I do not like the way they go..." Shawn said shaking his head.
"What? Oh no, no it's not that at all." I said quickly.
"What is it then?" Shawn asked confused.
"I don't remember who I am." I said plainly.
"What happened?" Shawn asked plainly as if that's what people said to him all the time.
"Well," I laughed slightly, very nervously. "I um died... somehow. And um... something powerful, supernatural, um... he, it, yeah it, brought me back... and since then it died. I got.. um I got no real idea who I was before. Bits and bobs have come back to me... but there is literally a whole other life I have no memory of." I said looking down at my hands.
"Well I'm gonna be honest here Megan, I've never had that story before." Shawn laughed slightly nervously as he stood up and paced the room a little.
"Tell me about it." I half joked looking up at him.
"Well, all we can do is try right? No harm in that?" Shawn asked me plainly.
"Sure..." I said with a shrug.
"Right... I'm gonna need to set some things up..." Shawn said more to himself then me as he walked out of the room.
Twenty minutes later I was sat around a table opposite Shawn. He had laid a cloth on the table with a few symbols I recognised and more I didn't. He also had the crystal ball out. I sat there looking at the ball with a blatant sceptical look on my face. Shawn lit a few candles around the room and looked at me.
"Trust me, used right, these little babies can show you anything." Shawn said sitting at the table opposite me.
"Sure it can." I said still sound sceptical.
"Well you'll see." Shawn smirked at me before taking a deep breath.
"So what do we or I do now?" I asked plainly. Shawn took my hands and laid them on two of the symbols on the cloth.
"I want you to think about oldest memory you have from coming back from the dead." Shawn said seriously.
"So, waking up at Bobby's?" I asked.
"If that was the first thing you remembered after dying, yeah." Shawn said with a reassuring smile.
"Ok, then what?" I asked confused.
"Just keeping focusing on it. Try to relive it in your mind." Shawn said softly. "And close your eyes, it'll help."
"Really?" I asked sceptically.
"Yes. Do it." Shawn said before chanting in Latin. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, focusing on how I felt, and what happened when I woke up in Bobby's house. I herd Shawn finish chanting and taking a deep breath. "Wow, your mind is a mess." Shawn commented, I peaked an eye open and his eyes were shut, but I could see his eyes moving a mile a minute behind his eye lids.
"Thanks." I huffed closing my eyes again.
"It's all so... broken." Shawn said slightly softer.
"That's the problem." I muttered.
"What... what's this? A wall, a door? No a wall. There's something behind the walls... something here. What? What! No! No! Stop! Stop! NO!" Shawn screamed. I snapped my eyes open and tried to move my hands away from the symbols but they felt glued.
"Shawn?" I cried out, pulling with all my strength but my hands wouldn't move.
"NO! You never told me! No! Evoke Non Malas!" Shawn yelled and my hands went flying off the cloth. Shawn snapped his eyes open, wide in terror almost.
"Shawn, what the hell just happened?" I asked scared. Shawn took a few minutes to catch his breath. He shook his head standing up, brushing his hair out of his face. "Shawn?" I asked standing up too.
"You...you can't have readings." Shawn said shaking his head. He was really shaken up.
"What? Why?" I asked confused.
"There's... it's to dangerous. I'm, I'm sorry I can't help you." Shawn said shaking his head.
"I... I'm sorry." I said softly. Shawn snapped his head around to me and smiled sadly.
"Oh man, it ain't your fault. It's just too dangerous. You just gotta... there is something blocking you from your memories. I saw a door bricked over, but there's cracks." Shawn explained.
"Super." I sighed pushing my hair out my face.
"Listen, means whatever your doing, you can keep doing it. You'll reach your memories. But for anyone else to enter... It's just... just too dangerous. I am sorry I can't help you Megan. Your aura is one of a good person, a strong fighter with a brave self sacrificing heart." Shawn said rubbing my shoulder. "But girl your head is just too messed up." He joked.
"Thanks for trying." I said half smiling.
I walked out of Shawn's house more depressed then the chewing out Bobby had given me. I had no more answers then when I came to the town. In fact if Shawn was right, I needed to back track a hundred miles to Dean. It seemed the horrifyingly painful memories was going to be the only way for me to remember who I was. Boy was that going to be a fun conversation- hey Dean I'm back. I groaned inwardly as I stuffed my hands into my jacket pockets as I walked, head down, into the busy side walk. There was something dangerous in my own mind. Something I didn't even know about. Maybe it was my werewolf thing, after all I was a monster. Wasn't I?And there's a bricked up door in my mind. One with cracks from the memories of Dean. So what? Behind it lies who I really am? Arh! This hasn't helped at all... I still don't know who I am... all I know is that I'm-
"Megan!" I herd my voice being called and it snapped me out of my thoughts. Before I could register the voice a hand grabbed my arm stopping me. I blinked, half reaching for a weapon when I realised who had called my name.
"Sam?" I asked looking up at Sam. Sam all suited and booted I might add. It looked like he was working a case.
"Megan, what, you working the case?" Sam asked looking at me confused.
"Um... no, what case?" I asked confused.
"Are you ok?" Sam asked really looking at me.
"Yeah... just... I'm fine." I lied and brushed some loose strands of hair behind my ear.
"I'll buy the coffee and explain." Sam smiled at me leading me into a small café near by called Good Graces. The waiter sat us at a table and passed us a menu.
"So, there's a case?" I asked confused, but before Sam could answer the waiter returned.
"Just coffee, black, extra shot." Sam answered the waiter.
"Green Tea please." I replied and the waiter nodded before walking away. Sam opened the file to show me something.
"You always wear a suit to get your palm read?" Dean asked appearing at the table. Sam didn't smile, I just nodded to Dean. "Yeah. Not surprised you caught this one. It's on every morning zoo in America. You mind?" Dean asked pointing to the free seats opposite us. Sam waved his hand and Dean sat down. At the same time Sam pulled his file onto his lap so I could still see it, but Dean couldn't. "So, I, uh, I went to the scene. Wires, speakers, enough E.M.F. to make your hair stand up. Don't even think about getting a reading. Oh, and, uh, if this hadn't have been two psychics that bit it... I would have just chalked this up as being, uh, dumb and accidental. And I know, I know. This whole town's supposedly calling ghosts. But that takes some serious spell work and some serious mojo. The only books this lady had were Oprah crap. When was the last time you actually saw a real psychic? Huh? Pamela? Missouri? Anyway, this," Dean said pointing to all three of us. "Is good. And, uh, how you been?"
"And what can I get for you?" The waiter asked returning with our drinks.
"Uh, pancakes, side of pig. Coffee, black." Dean replied plainly.
"Fantastic. You are a virile manifestation of the divine." The waiter said with a broad smile before walking off.
"What the hell did he say to me?" Dean asked seriously looking at me and Sam. Sam shook his head and looked away, while I giggled into my drink.
"Oh, it's funny? Yeah, no. Go ahead. Laugh it up pair of you, Sam. Hilarious." Dean said sounding annoyed.
"Dean..." Sam sighed softly.
"Oh, he speaks." Dean said rolling his eyes at me.
"Look..." Sam started to say when Dean cut him off.
"Sam. Look, we're both here. All right, the chance of either one of us leaving while people are still dying out there-" Dean said making a zero with his hand and clicked his tongue. "You might as well bite the bullet and work with me on this one."
"I don't know if I can." Sam said plainly looking over at his brother.
"I'm not asking you to open up a can of worms, okay, I'm not even asking you where the hell you've been for the past week and a half." Dean said sighing as he looked from me to Sam.
"Good." Sam said leaning back in his seat.
"I'm just saying, let's try and stop the killings. That's it." Dean said with a nod.
"Okay." Sam sighed.
"Okay? Good." Dean nodded as a woman stopped at our table and stared at Sam and Dean. "Can I help you?" Dean asked slightly annoyed at the woman.
"You're the brothers from the-" The woman cried out getting slightly worked up.
"Oh, no, no, no, no. The Winchester guys on the news a couple weeks back? No- we get that a lot." Sam said quickly, calming the woman slightly.
"Yeah, no. Those depraved killers got put down like the dogs that they were. Us on the other hand, we're completely harmless." Dean added with a nervous laugh. Suddenly the woman started to laugh a little and I looked at the guys like the woman was crazy.
"Oh, yeah! I'm sorry. Silly me. And I can see by your energies, you're completely gentle." She laughed. A man walked up behind her and put his arm around her.
"Excuse my friend. She's excitable. Sweetheart, look at them, hmm? They're FBI." The man explained to the woman.
"Oh!" The woman said nervously.
"I'm Russian. We can spot the law. You must be here about the tragedies." The man asked us.
"Oh, we're just beside ourselves about what happened." The woman added sadly.
"Yeah. And so close to festival season, huh?" Dean asked quickly.
"Yeah- no-" The woman said quickly and I smirked to Dean a little.
"Of course we are worried. We have no idea what's going on, huh?" The man explained, passing Sam a business card. "Nikolai. Let me know if I can help you. I'm highly intuitive." Nikolai said glancing to me.
"Nikolai Lishin, spoon bender?" Sam asked reading from the card.
"Mm. World famous." Nikolai said picking up Sam's spoon. "Come to my demonstration at the festival, huh? I teach you to harness the power of your mind." He grunted before putting the spoon down. "Come, let's leave them be." He added before the pair walked away.
"Talk about crazy and crazier..." I muttered looking at the spoon.
"So glad we decided to vacation here, huh? Right?" Dean smirked at me as Sam put the folder on the table. "Actually why are you here? You're not wearing a suit." Dean asked me.
"I'm not working the case." I said plainly. "Well I wasn't."
"So... why are you in Lily Dale? You hate psychics with a passion." Dean asked me. I shuffled in my seat a little and shook my head.
"Just passing through when I bumped into Sam." I admitted with a shrug.
"All right. Here we go. First death... second death." Sam said cutting off Dean from asking me any more questions. Sam put a few photo's on the table.
"What am I looking at?" Dean asked glancing at the photos.
"Well, see this? Now, this is Imelda Graven, death number one. She was brained by her own crystal ball." Sam explained.
"Bummer, and ironic." Dean said and turned the page to the next page. Dean noticed something and flicked between the two pictures. "Same necklace?" Dean asked Sam.
"Yeah. See, Imelda gave it to Goldy in her will." Sam explained.
"Okay, so, cursed object, maybe?" Dean asked us.
"Worth looking into. Goldy's next of kin lives in town, also a psychic." Sam explained.
"Oh, good. I haven't had my fill." Dean said sarcastically. Sam poured some sugar into his coffee. The spoon in his other hand bent.
"He broke my spoon." Sam said sadly. The guys finished their drinks and in Dean's case food. We walked out of the Café after waving to the crazy woman from before. I took a deep breath and sighed.
"So, I'll leave you guys to work the case..." I said putting my hands into my pockets.
"Wait."
"What?" The pair said at the same time.
"I'm leaving." I said plainly.
"But we need your help." Dean protested.
"No you don't. You two can handle it." I said with a small smile. Dean turned to Sam slightly panicked.
"But Megan... we might... have a lot of spell work to do and you know how bad Dean is at it." Sam explained quickly.
"Yeah. I'm the worst." Dean chipped in.
"So I could do with someone who knows what they're doing." Sam added. I knew the pair was lying they just wanted someone to be the piggy in the middle between them. A buffer for how off they were being with each other.
"You really don't need me." I said again.
"But there's gonna be a lot of research, if you chip in, we all finish quicker, save more people." Dean said and Sam nodded.
"And you know that's true." Sam added. I stood on the street staring at the pair as they all but begged me to stay. I took a deep breath and rolled my eyes.
"Fine, look, you've got my number. I'm staying in town, go talk to the psychic and call me, ok?" I asked feeling like I had given in to two children.
"We will." Dean said smiling at me. Sam mouthed a 'thank you' and the pair went into Sam's car. I groaned and made my way back to my motel room.
Needless to say the pair called me an hour later asking me to join them at a local pawn shop. I walked down the street and saw the pair stood there. Even a blind man could see the tension between the pair. I took a deep breath and smiled as I reached them.
"So, this guy has the necklace?" I asked as I reached them. I was still in my jeans and black and white check shirt.
"Yeah. You not got your suit with you?" Dean asked raising at eyebrow at me.
"Wasn't here for business... plus I am not really working the case. Just baby sitting." I sighed softly.
"That hurt." Dean said seriously as Sam looked away from me.
"It's true though. Come on, let's buy you pretty boys a necklace." I sighed walking into the place. All three of us walked up to the counter where a man behind put his coffee down.
"Mm. Mm. You're looking... for something." He said waving his hand towards us and closing his eyes for a second.
"You're good." Dean said sarcastically.
"You Jimmy Tomorrow?" Sam asked plainly.
"Mm-hmm." Jimmy replied looking at all three of us.
"We're looking for a necklace." Sam stated.
"Oh. Romantic." Jimmy replied looking at all three of us, I caught Dean rolling his eyes at the guy.
"It would have come in with Grandma Goldy's effects." Sam explained putting down a photo on the counter of Grandma Goldy and pointing to the necklace.
"Oh. Yes, yes. Now, you do know that this is the Orb of Thessaly." Jimmy explained making it sound mysterious and thus expensive.
"We did not know." Dean stated glancing at us as Jimmy put a metal box on the counter opening it up.
"Very powerful, very rare." Jimmy explained.
"Let me guess. Very expensive." Dean said dead pan.
"Worth every penny." Jimmy said pulling out the necklace.
"Well, in that case..." Dean said as he and Sam pulled out his FBI badges. "...we'll be taking the state's-evidence discount."
"What's going on?" Jimmy asked utterly confused.
"A murder investigation that we'd like to personally thank you for not obstructing." Sam said as he reached out for the necklace. Jimmy suddenly grabbed Sam's wrist and lent forward slightly.
"You know, I give private energetic readings." Jimmy said to Sam.
"No, thanks." Sam said pulling his hand with the necklace free.
"A loss weighs on you. You're angry. It's complicated. Come see me, Agent." Jimmy said holding out a card to Sam. Sam took the card looking really annoyed.
"Thanks, Jimmy. We'll see you." Dean said as we turned to walk out.
"The bureau's gonna reimburse me for the necklace, right?" Jimmy yelled as we walked out.
"Oh, we'll send you a check." Dean yelled back.
"Right." We herd Jimmy shout as we walked out. I was looking at the necklace as we walked down the street.
"Went a little Mentalist on you there, didn't he?" Dean asked as Sam glanced to his big brother. "All right. Next question. What's an Orb of Thessaly?" Dean asked looking at me.
"Well I doubt it's that expensive." I sighed passing it to Sam.
"Why?" Dean asked confused as Sam looked at it.
"It's made in Taiwan." Sam answered tossing the necklace to Dean.
"Oh, a fake, around here. Imagine that. 'Course, that means that what ever's killing mediums is still out there." Dean sighed as we all climbed into Sam's Dodge.
That night I was sat in the local bar drinking a beer to myself. I was just sat at the bar, minding my own when someone walked over to me.
"I see your missing someone." A woman said pulling the psychic crap on me.
"Beat it sister, I ain't buying." I huffed taking a long sip of my beer.
"A... woman... a sister? A twin? Megan?" The woman asked looking at me for some hint she was on the right track. I put my beer down and turned to her sighing.
"Lady, really, back off." I said firmly.
"She was very close to you. Her disappearance, it's troubling you." The woman continued. That was the last straw for me, I was sick of this fake place, sick of psychics, sick of Lily Dale. I stood from my stool and took a deep breath.
"Look-" I started to growl when someone put their arm around my waist and tugged me to them.
"Babe, I told you not to talk to strangers." I turned to see Shawn stood there smiling down at me.
"Shawn." This woman said with the most disgust I had ever herd used in one word. "She's with you?" She asked Shawn.
"She is Ellie, now if you don't mind." Shawn said nodding his head away from us. The woman, Ellie stood there looking at me for a few seconds.
"She's trying to find her way back to you. Your sister will return to you soon." Ellie said quickly before walking away. Shawn chuckled as we sat back down at the bar.
"She bothering you?" Shawn asked as the bar tender fetched him a beer.
"Bothering is an understatement." I sighed taking a sip of beer.
"See you're still loving my profession." Shawn teased taking a sip of beer.
"Yeah." I replied and then shook my head. "Sorry Shawn, just been a long day, you know?"
"Oh yeah." Shawn replied with a nod to the door. "There's half your problem right?" Shawn asked. I turned as Dean walked into the bar looking like someone had stolen his puppy. I sighed and turned back to Shawn.
"You could say so." I sighed loudly.
"I know he means a lot to you. You just don't know how to handle your emotions towards him." Shawn said before sipping on some more beer.
"No more psychic crap, I'm begging you. I just want a beer." I pleaded looking over to Shawn. He nodded finishing his beer and laughed a little.
"You dance?" He asked me holding his hand out to me.
"Some times, why?" I asked confused, he nodded to the jukebox as I Don't Care by Apocalyptica and Adam Gotier started to play. I chuckled as I took his hand and he led me to the dance floor. "You put this on?" I asked as he rested his hands on my hips loosely.
"I'm only a psychic, I can't make things happen." Shawn laughed as we danced to the slow song. We danced a little more and had a few more beers. Apart from being a psychic Shawn was actually a pretty funny guy. We had the same taste in music, more or less, and I just had a fun night with him. It got to kicking out time and Shawn walked me back to the motel.
"So you leaving in the morning?" Shawn asked as we stopped outside my door.
"I wish." I sighed looking away. I looked back to Shawn and he raised his eyebrow. "You know the dead psychic's, I'm kinda looking into that."
"With lost puppy guy?" Shawn asked meaning Dean. I nodded a little. "Oh, I see why your a ball of sunshine at the moment then." Shawn teased pushing me a little.
"I have you know, I can be quite the party animal." I said with a firm nod. We both chuckled a little. A silence fell on us as Shawn stood there watching me closely. I felt my heart race a little.
"Hey Meg?" Shawn said closing the gap between us.
"Yeah?" I asked as he pushed some hair behind my ear. He lent down and pressed his lips against mine, giving me a gentle warm kiss. I wrapped my arms around his back and made the kiss last a little longer. Shawn took a step back and smirked at me.
"Be careful." He whispered, looking back to my lips. My heart raced as I saw his blue eyes and the lust in them. I shivered a little and smirked at him.
"I will." I said softly biting my bottom lip and watched as Shawn's eyes went straight to them. "You, um... you wanna come in?" I asked finishing in my jeans for my keys.
"Sure.." Shawn said with a broad smile as I found the key.
I was curled up to a warm body as I woke in the morning and it took me a good few seconds to realise who I was laid next to. I smirked to myself as I saw Shawn asleep next to me. The night before had been nothing more than a bit of adult fun, no strings and it felt nice to have something so simple in my life.
"Morning sunshine." Shawn smirked as he opened his eyes.
"Morning." I replied getting out of bed and grabbing some clean clothes. I grabbed a quick shower and changed into some fresh clothes. As I walked out of my bathroom I saw Shawn close his flies. He still didn't have a t-shirt on and I couldn't help but smile at how chiselled his six pack was.
"You were amazing last night." Shawn said holding his hands out to me. I took them as he pulled me closer to him, kissing me passionately.
"Hey, you were better." I smirked as we pulled apart. "You knew exactly what-" I started to say when he cut me off with another passionate kiss.
"It's a gift." Shawn chuckled at me. I swatted his chest and started to walk away when he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back to him for one more, long passionate kiss. I melted into his arms at the kiss. He was good at it. Suddenly there was knocking on my door and I growled a little resting my head against his chest. "We can ignore it." Shawn whispered into my ear, before the knocking continued.
"I should get it..." I groaned pushing myself away from his body and walking over to the door. I unlocked the door and opened it just enough to see who was there.
"Morning. We've got another death." Sam said with Dean stood next to him. Dean was almost glaring at me.
"Awesome, give me a minute to find my shoes." I said when Shawn came to stand behind me.
"Who was killed?" He asked and I saw both Sam and Dean's reaction. Sam was shocked and Dean was raging.
"Um..." Sam said looking to me.
"He's a psychic friend of Bobby's. Shawn this is Sam and Dean Winchester." I said introducing everyone as I took a step back so the guys could walk in. Shawn grabbed his t-shirt and pulled in on.
"Nikolai Lishin." Sam said plainly.
"The spoon guy?" I asked pulling on my boots.
"Yeah." Shawn said sadly.
"You knew him?" Sam asked.
"He was a hack. In it for the money, like the majority of people round here." Shawn shrugged. "He wasn't that big of a douche bag."
"I'm sorry Shawn." I said rubbing his arm. Shawn looked at me with a sad smile and shrugged.
"Just stop what's killed them Meg." Shawn said and lent in to kiss me on the cheek. "Meeting for dinner?" He whispered to me.
"Could be late." I replied knowing all too well both Winchesters were watching us.
"Call me." Shawn said before walking out of the motel room.
We drove to the house in relative silence. Dean was clearly in a mood with me, but I really didn't know what I had done. So I choose to ignore it. We walked into the house and saw the bloodstained coffee table and scattered silverware.
"He probably should have bent those with the power of his mind." Dean muttered as a policeman walked over to us.
"Chief. We met at the station." Sam said to the chief.
"Right. Morning, Agent." The Chief replied.
"Morning. Uh, this is Agent Borne, and our consultant Ms. Green. So, what happened?" Sam asked after introducing us.
"It's a weird one. Chest full of cutlery." The chief said shaking his head.
"All right. We're gonna take a look around. Let us know if you get any leads." Dean said firmly.
"Oh, I got leads coming out of my ass. As of 9 o'clock, our tip line had 46 calls, all from clairvoyants that know what really happened." The chief said sceptically, glancing at me.
"What's the popular theory?" Dean asked seriously.
"It's a toss-up between a ghost and some sort of ogre that only attacks Russians." The chief sighed.
"Policing Lily Dale sounds fun." Dean said sarcastically.
"It was either this or Los Angeles." The chief replied. Dean shrugged a little.
"So, these clairvoyants, did they give any details as to why they thought it was a ghost? Or a... Russian ogre?" Sam asked seriously.
"Their spirit monkey said so. Plus, apparently, this guy claims he had a vision of his own death, cutlery and all." The chief explained as Dean's phone rang.
"Excuse me." Dean said taking his phone call just out of ear shot.
"Thank you chief." Sam said and we looked at the crime scene a little more.
"Ghost, well that's a lead." I said looking down at the coffee table.
"Yeah, and vision's of his own death... maybe your psychic friend could help." Sam said with a small smirk to me.
"Shawn? I doubt it." I said and caught the look Sam was giving me. "Alright Winchester, ask it." I huffed, putting my hands on my hips. Sam threw his hands up in defence.
"I'm not saying anything." Sam cried out.
"No, but clearly you're thinking something." I sighed.
"No, I, I think it's nice that you um...you found a friend." Sam said quickly.
"Oh lord..." I sighed looking back around the room.
"You know Dean's pissed at you though." Sam said coming to stand next to me.
"I had noticed... why?" I asked glancing up at Sam.
"I'm not sure." Sam shrugged. "We still aren't really talking..." He added. Dean got off the phone and told us we needed to check out some other address.
We got to the house of Melanie Goldy's house, the granddaughter of the second psychic to snuff it. The guys had already talked to her once, but now she had something she wanted us to hear. We all sat in her living room with Melanie holding her land line phone.
"I hadn't checked it until today. I mean, the only person who ever called my land line was my grandma." Melanie said, clearly shaken up.
"That's okay. Go on." Sam said softly.
"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?" Melanie asked looking at Dean.
"That's what we were told." Dean said with a small nod.
"Well, so did she- the day she died." Melanie explained.
"What'd she say?" Dean asked softly.
"Well, you can listen to it if you want. She said she was in a seance, then the lights go, it's freezing." Melanie explained.
"Wait, she said that? That the room got cold?" I asked softly.
"Yeah. Why? Is that important?" Melanie asked as we all looked at each other. "What? What is it?"
"A ghost. The real deal." Dean finally said looking back at Melanie.
"Come on. You're serious." Melanie asked seriously.
"Yeah. See, there's, uh, fake whoo-whoo crap, and there's real whoo-whoo crap." Dean explained.
"Well, yeah, but... ghosts?" Melanie asked, taking it surprisingly well.
"Oh, trust me. There's a lot weirder out there than that." Dean scoffed lightly.
"So The X-files is real, or you just stopped talking like an FBI agent." Melanie said looking at Dean.
"Well, um... we're not FBI agents." Sam explained softly.
"I need a drink." Melanie stated.
"I support that." Dean smirked a little.
We left Melanie's house after we knew she wasn't going to call the real cops and drop us in it. While we were talking with her I could see Dean kind of liked her a little. In that moment I realised that Dean was mad for me sleeping with Shawn. But also in that moment, I felt the littlest pang of jealousy over Dean.
"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." Dean explained as we walked over to Dean's Dodge.
"Not surprised." Sam sighed noticing something. "I mean, how many crystal balls do you figure there are in Lily Dale?"
"Somewhere between 50 and, uh, all of them." Dean replied as we reached the car.
"Well, I mean, quartz can act as an antenna for spirits. I mean, that's why mediums started using crystal balls in the first place." I explained as we paused by the car.
"Well, that means that every store front in town has got a ghost satellite dish." Dean sighed.
"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 pointed out.
"All it takes is one." Sam added.
"That's gonna be like looking for a needle in a stack of fake needles." Dean huffed.
"It's worse. 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." Sam added rubbing his head.
"I hate this town. All right, so..." Dean asked holding open the door of the Dodge. "... what? Start hitting up the Miss Cleos?"
"I was thinking split up and canvass. It's faster." Sam said and started to walk away.
"Right. 'Course you were." Dean sighed and turned to me, a scowl covering his face.
"I'm out..." I said turning away and walking in an opposite direction.
So we split up, hitting all the psychic's in the town, figuring out who was real, fake and who just didn't have a clue what they were doing. I must have covered half the town when I got a text from Dean telling me to meet him at the Lily Dale Museum of Curiosities. I walked into Sam as we reached the place. Dean was stood outside and filled us in the details of the ghost and the truth about the visions. We were fallowing a group on a tour.
"Lily Dale has long been a haven for the psychically gifted. Tortured elsewhere, they're embraced here. My own family has a modest natural gift. We also celebrate our long and colourful history of... embellisher's." The museum guide commented as the group laughed a little. He pointed to the display just behind him. "Ectoplasm illusion, circa 1890." He explained. I looked at Sam as he rolled his eyes and walked out of the room. I fallowed him and Dean out into the stair way.
"Walking, walking. Now as you may know, ectoplasm..." The guide explained as we walked into a room full of sibling acts. "...comes from the Greek ecto..." The guide continued as we looked at a sigh that said The Mystifying Campbell Brothers. At this Sam sighed and the name seemed familiar to me, but I couldn't place it.
"Never ended well for the siblings." The guide said appearing from nowhere.
"Why is that?" Dean sighed.
"Mm, the strain of working together, or maybe just being around each other all their lives. Those two were the exception, actually - the Campbell's. Got along famously. Of course, that was just a stage name. They weren't actually brothers. That was a cover for their, um... alternative lifestyle. Any other questions I can answer?" The guide asked looking at all three of us.
"Yes. Who are they?" Sam asked pointing to another picture. One of two women.
"Oh, the Fox sisters - among the founders of Lily Dale. Kate Fox - quite troubled, apparently, but mesmerizing on stage. She's said to be able to levitate objects and foretell one's death." The guide explained.
"That's her." Dean said to me and Sam.
"Her older sister, Margaret - perhaps not a natural psychic." The guide explained.
"So, full of crap." Dean said in a plain tone.
"Yes, well... she didn't have her sister's charisma, but she looked after Kate. Sometimes, one's true gift is taking care of others." The guide said looking to Dean.
"So, what happened to them?" Dean asked.
"Lived here all their lives." The guide answered.
"Lived here and died here?" I asked softly.
"Yes, well... buried in the cemetery." The guide explained.
"Great. That was very educational. Thank you. Dean." Sam said as me and Sam walked away. We got outside and stood waiting for Dean to show.
"He mad at me for Shawn." I sighed pushing some hair out of my face.
"Figured as much." Sam shrugged a little.
"Yeah well... I just want to get this case over with so I can leave." I sighed as Dean walked down to us and we started to walk down the street.
"All right. Hit up the graveyard, dig up Kate?" Sam asked.
"All right. Wait a second." Dean said grabbing Sam's arm.
"All signs point to her, Dean." Sam said and started to walk again.
"No. Just hold on a damn minute." Dean said making both me and Sam stop and turn to face him. "Enough with just the facts."
"We agreed-" Sam started to say when Dean cut him off.
"No, we agreed to work the case. We didn't agree for you to be a dick the whole time." Dean huffed.
"What?" Sam asked shocked.
"You're pissed, okay? And you've got a right." Dean explained.
"Yeah, damn straight." Sam said with a firm nod.
"But enough's enough." Dean added.
"Says who? Look, I'll work this damn case, but you lied to me, and you killed my friend." Sam said, turning to walk away. I glanced at Dean with sad eyes and he started after Sam.
"No, I put down a monster who killed four people, and if you didn't know her, you'd have done the same thing." Dean explained.
"I did know her, Dean." Sam pointed.
"Yeah, which is why you couldn't do it." Dean explained making Sam stop. "Look, I get it. There are certain people in this world, no matter how dangerous they are, you just can't." Dean explained as Sam turn to face Dean.
"Don't pull that card! That's bull. Look, if I've learned one thing, it's that if something feels wrong, it probably is!" Sam snapped at Dean.
"Usually, yeah. But killing Amy was not wrong. You couldn't do it, so I did. That's what family does- the dirty work. And I woulda told you, eventually, once I knew that this whole waving a gun at Satan thing was a one-time show. I think it's reasonable to want to know that you're off the friggin' high dive, Sam. You almost got us all killed, so you can be pissed all you want, but quit being a bitch." Dean said walking past us both and getting in the Dodge. Both me and Sam just stood there and watched him.
"He kinda has a point dude..." I said rubbing Sam's arm before walking and getting in the back seat. "You didn't need to blow up at him." I said to Dean who just grunted at me.
"I've had enough of this crap." Dean grumbled.
"Feel better for getting it out there?" I asked softly.
"Slightly." Dean grumbled again.
That night we went to grave yard to dig up good old ghostly come kill people. We took it in turns to hold the flash light, dig and keep watch. I just finished my turn digging when Dean held out his hand to help me out of the grave.
"Thanks." I said softly as he pulled me out.
"Don't mention it. Don't you have a date?" He asked as Sam passed him the flash light and dived into the grave. I brushed myself down and pulled my hair loose before tying it back up.
"Something more important cropped up." I sighed, resting against the grave stone. Dean nodded to me before Sam spoke.
"I get why she's killing people. I don't get why she's warning them." Sam said as he started to dig.
"Give them a taste of the curse, maybe? It couldn't have been a joyride." Dean shrugged looking over at me. Sam finished digging, reaching the grave.
"Here we go." Sam sighed climbing out of the grave. Dean poured the lighter fluid as Sam pored the salt over the bones in the coffin. Suddenly a woman materialised and it became clear she was the ghost. She rushed Sam sending him sprawling.
"Sam!" Both me and Dean cried out at the same time.
"Back off, crazy eyes." Dean said as the ghost turned to us.
"Listen to me. Why isn't anybody listening?" She cried out, almost like she was pleading with us. Dean held out his lighter and flicked it but it didn't catch fire.
"No." The ghost called out. She was pleading with us, and sure I had herd ghost plead before, but she seemed genuine.
"Dean..." I said trying to get his attention.
"You don't get a vote." Dean said looking the ghost dead in the eyes.
"No! Stop!" The ghost cried out again as Dean tried to light his lighter but it wasn't working. Suddenly Sam threw a lit match into the grave. "No!" The ghost cried out rushing Dean and burning up in the process.
"Nice timing." Dean said turning to Sam with a smile. We all sat in the Dodge as Sam gave me a lift back to the motel when Dean's phone began to ring.
"Melanie?" Dean said answering the call. "What's going on? Wait, what do you mean it's-All right. Listen to me. Calm down." Dean replied. Sam took the phone off of him.
"Dean, just give me the phone and drive." Sam replied before talking to Melanie. "Melanie? Hey. Get to the kitchen. All right, just go. Get salt. Find iron. Is there a fireplace? Melanie!" Sam shouted down the phone as Dean sped the car even more than it was going. We pulled up outside the house and Melanie was outside crying on the steps. Dean walked over to her and pulled her close to him, comforting her. Sometime in that moment, the way Dean was being so caring towards her, it hurt me a little.
We got Melanie to calm down a little and stayed with her before taking her back to her place.
"Should have known that whole good sis, bad sis story was just showmanship crap. Oh, and it turns out that Kate was just trying to warn people about her evil bitch sister. And we burned her bones, so that's gone." Dean ranted pacing in Melanie's living room.
"Dean." Sam said softly.
"What?" Dean snapped turning to his baby brother.
"All we can do now is go stop her." Sam said firmly.
"That's not good enough, by a mile." Dean sighed running a hand through his hair.
"I know. Believe me. But- can we talk about this later?" Sam asked as Melanie came down stairs in a bath robe. It was clear she was still shaken up and crying.
"Hey. How you holding up?" Dean asked Melanie softly.
"Been better." She replied sadly.
"Listen, if you need for us to leave-" Dean said comfortingly.
"I need you guys to leave." Melanie confirmed with a sob.
"Okay, we will. It's just that... Look- Margaret is still out there." Sam sighed throwing her his puppy dog look. This in turn made Melanie sob more. Dean gave his baby brother an unimpressed look.
"What do you guys need to know?" She sobbed, trying to put on a brave face.
"Is there anything that stood out?" I asked softly.
"Well, um... she barely gave a crap about me. I mean, I was just in the way. She was all about getting Camille." Melanie explained to us.
"Okay. That's something." Dean said rubbing her shoulder.
"One other thing. Um... she enjoyed it. She was smiling." Melanie added.
We got to the graveyard as my phone called. I walked behind the guys as I answered it.
"O'Connor." I stated looking at the head stones for Margaret Fox.
"You ok? I saw your car was still in the motel parking lot." Shawn asked as I walked.
"Yeah, just the case got a little more interesting..." I sighed.
"I herd what happened to Camille, I liked her, she was a friend." Shawn said sadly.
"I'm sorry man. If it makes you feel any better, we're going to salt and burn the ghost's bones soon." I said trying to make it sound like a good thing. Shawn let out a small laugh.
"It helps." Shawn chuckled. "So what happened to dinner?"
"We were trying to save Camille." I admitted biting my lip.
"Oh... yeah. Sorry." Shawn said sadly. "Take care out there."
"I will. I'll call later, I mean, if you want?" I asked stopping just short of the guys.
"Yeah, yeah I'd like that." He said before hanging up. We found the right grave and started to take it in turns digging.
"I feel naked doing this in daylight." Dean commented looking at us both.
"Yeah. Let's just hurry up." Sam sighed as he took over the digging. Finally Sam reached the coffin and broke it open.
"All right, Mags. My lighter's juiced this time." Dean commented as Sam lifted off the top of the coffin lid. We all looked at each other. The grave was empty. All the bones had been taken. We walked back to the car, planning a new way to kill the bitch. "Geraldo'd." Dean sighed.
"Not good." I said sadly.
"Never good." Dean added.
"Guys, if someone knew enough to take Margaret's bones, they're not kidding around. That's serious binding magic." Sam explained.
"Great." Dean said sarcastically put his shovel and bag into the trunk of the Dodge. "Psychic ghost bitch on a leash."
"We got to find those bones." Sam added as we put our shovels in too.
"So we got to find the bonehead." Dean added taking out a piece of paper out of his pocket and tossing it into the trunk too.
"So, what? We call Bobby, see what it take to harness the power of a ghost?" Sam suggested.
"Or Shawn." I added looking to Sam rather than Dean.
"Yeah." Dean replied softly, picking up the paper he tossed into the trunk and unfolded it. "Hey, Sam, Megan, you know why I'm not going to spend my money at the annual Lily Dale E.S.P. Festival and hot-dog-eating contest this year?" Dean asked passing the flyer to us. On the flyer was all the dead people, Goldy, Graven and Lishin.
"Can't imagine." Sam sighed.
"Because all the head liners are dead." Dean explained.
We decided to split up. Since Dean got on the best with Melanie he went back to her to figure out who her next target would be, and I went with Sam to see if we could find the bones to salt and burn them. We went emporium looking for Jimmy.
"Hey." Sam said as we walked up to Jimmy.
"Agent. Are you here with my check?" Jimmy asked with a quick smirk to me.
"We're looking for someone who bought some things from you." I said as Sam put a piece of paper down on the counter.
"How do you know from me?" Jimmy asked looking from me to Sam.
"I'm kind of doubting they sell ash-wood altars at the Gas 'n Sip." Sam scoffed.
"Valid. Let me see the list." Jimmy said looking at the list and a record book. "Ah. Here we go. Credit-card receipt. I assume you want the address?"
"That'd be great. Thanks." Sam said slightly sarcastically to the guy.
"It's the least I can do. I just heard about Camille Thibideaux." Jimmy said passing Sam the paper with the address on.
"Thanks a lot." Sam said as we walked out the place. We drove to the address and Sam pulled out his gun.
"It looks pretty normal Sam..." I sighed as Sam raced in front, kicking down the door. I herd people scream and I raced up as a woman pointed to a gong. There was a group of pregnant woman sat around.
"You're... not a necromancer." Sam said hiding his gun and giving them a nervous smile.
"This is a Lamaze class, I swear." The instructor cried out.
"I-I believe you. Sorry." Sam said nervously.
"Sorry... um... just keep the babies in the tummies... sorry... really." I said grabbing Sam and leaving the house. "I told you." I added as we climbed into the car. I was driving.
"Yeah I know..." Sam sighed pulling out his phone. "Dean, it's the pawn-shop guy. He goose-chased us to a friggin' pregnant yoga class. I will." Sam said hanging up as I drove to the emporium. We got out and the shop was closed.
"Now what?" I asked peering in the window.
"We go to his home..." Sam said looking at a card in his hands. We walked down the streets until we found the right one. "Bingo." He said to me as we pulled our guns.
We opened the door and went into the house. All the lights were out and it didn't look like there was anyone around. Sam walked over to a table and picked up a skull showing me it.
"Looks human, real." I sighed as I walked over and we looked at the rest of the things on the table. Suddenly a gun was cocked and it appeared at the back of my neck.
"Somehow, I just knew you'd be back." Jimmy said holding the gun to me. I raised my hands, one with my gun in. Jimmy took the gun out of my hands and threw it away. "Hi, Agent. Put the skull down. And you can drop the gun." Jimmy said to Sam.
"Okay, okay. Take it easy. Here." Sam said holding up the skull so Jimmy could take it. As Jimmy did I turned around taking the gun from Jimmy.
"All right." I said aiming the gun at Jimmy.
"That's enough." Sam added as Jimmy sighed. Sam knocked other the table that had the skull and other objects on. "Nice binding spell." Sam commented.
"It doesn't matter. She helps me because she wants to." Jimmy said.
"What?" Both me and Sam asked at the same time.
"Margaret and me are the same. 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! Margaret's happy to kill for me. She likes the leash." Jimmy smirked at us. I cocked the gun because the guy made me sick.
"You're sick." Sam added as if he knew my thoughts.
"You know what else I am? A real psychic, you dick-bag." Jimmy stated holding out his hand. The gun flew out of my hands to the floor just at Jimmy's feet. He picked it up and aimed at us. "Surprise." Jimmy smirked at us.
"Awesome... why does this always happen to us?" I sighed looking at Sam for a second.
"Where are the rest of the bones? These people don't deserve to die." Sam as Jimmy aimed the gun between us.
"Oh, come on! Are you kidding me? I live in squalor 'cause I can't put on a show like them?" Jimmy yelled at us.
"Don't do this." I said as Jimmy cocked the gun.
"They're in the bedroom, aren't they?" Sam asked as Jimmy took a step to the left.
"No." Jimmy yelled shooting at Sam but thankfully missing.
"Hey! You don't need to shoot us!" I snapped at Jimmy so he aimed at me instead of Sam.
"You're not getting in there." Jimmy said glancing behind his shoulder. In that second Sam pulled a second gun from the back of his jeans and shoots Jimmy dead as he turned back to shoot us.
"Shit..." I said as we both sighed. I collected my gun as Sam grabbed the skull and we made out way to the bedroom. We couldn't see the bones anywhere.
"You don't think...?" Sam asked as both our eyes dropped on the bed.
"There's no where else..." I said sounding disgusted. Sam pulled the sheets back and sure enough, the bones were there. I poured the salt as Sam poured the lighter fluid and set the bone alight. We watched them burn.
"So using my awesome psychic powers, I'm going to say, we aren't having dinner." Shawn joked as I lent on my Camero.
"Damn, you should become professional or something..." I half joked. "Sorry." I said softly.
"Hey, we had fun didn't we?" Shawn asked putting his hands on my hips.
"Hell yeah." I answered as we chuckled.
"Well no need to apologise. Just wish we had more time." Shawn shrugged.
"Yeah..." I said sadly.
"But I know, you gotta go find your memories." Shawn said smirking at me. "Something tells me, you'll find them."
"Psychic Shawn speaking or-" I started to say when Shawn cut me off kissing me.
"Are you always such as smart ass?" He asked as we pulled apart.
"Pretty much. It's part of my charm." I smirked as we kissed again.
"Well if your ever this way again, call me." Shawn said taking a step back as I noticed Sam loading up Dean's crappy car.
"I will." I replied giving Shawn one last hug before he walked away. I took a deep breath and shoved my hands into the back pockets of my jeans and walked over to Sam. "One car?" I asked leaning on the Dodge.
"Easier." Sam replied with a smile. "You coming?" Sam asked me.
"You guys need some time to fix everything together." I replied with a sad smile.
"We can do that with you around." Sam said with a warm smile.
"Maybe, but I'm gonna go see if I can figure out anything else about myself." I replied.
"Soul searching." Dean said appearing out of no where. I turned to him and nodded.
"Something like it." I sighed.
"You know, your welcome to travel with us any time." Sam said softly.
"I know." I smiled at Sam.
"That's your stuff." Dean said noticing Sam's stuff.
"Yeah. Yeah. I figured we'd take one car." Sam replied with a small smile.
"Works for me. You still want to break my face?" Dean asked.
"No. Uh, not at this moment. Look, you know what? Um... You were right. About Amy. If she was... just any monster, I'm not sure I could have let her walk away. I don't know. I mean, I'll never know." Sam explained with a small smile.
"So, what are you saying?" Dean asked confused.
"What I'm saying is... I get why you did it. You were just trying to make sure no one else got hurt. But here's the thing. You can't just look me in the face and tell me you're fine. I mean, you're not sleeping, you drink for the record-" Sam started to say.
"Oh, here we go." Dean said turning to me and rolling his eyes.
"Look, whatever. Last one to preach, I know. But... Just be honest with me. How are those the actions of someone who knows they did the right thing?" Sam asked softly.
"You want me to be honest?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." Sam answered.
"I went with my gut. And that felt right. I didn't trust her, Sam. Of course, ever since Cass, I'm having a hard time trusting anybody. And as far as how I been acting... I don't know. Maybe it's 'cause I don't like lying to you. You know, it doesn't feel right. So, yeah, you got me there. I been climbing the walls." Dean admitted.
"I know how that is. But, hey... If I learned one thing from that museum, sibling acts are tough." Sam admitted with a small chuckle.
"Oh, don't compare us to that hall of crazy." Dean smirked as he moved to climb into the drivers side. "We're like poster kids of functional family life compared to them."
"It's a low bar." Sam replied with a chuckle.
"Well, hey... grading on a curve has got me past everything since kindergarten, so don't knock it." Dean laughed.
"Whatever you say." Sam smirked to me.
"See you guys around." I said before walking back to my car. I could hear them joking around and I actually felt happy leaving them.
I hope you enjoyed it! I can't wait to write the next two chapters! Weddings and my own that I've been planning for months now! So excited! So please, spend two seconds and review, let me know what you think!