Okay so after this chapter I am going to go away from the script for a chapter or two. But I hope you all really like my ending. I got a request from one of my readers asking for something like this the other day but I have had this planned for a while now. I hope you like it!
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Chapter 9 - As The Light Faded
"Why are we sitting outside?" I whined to Dean who was working on putting together a case on the laptop.
"Because Sammy boy needed to make a phone call and the pay phone is outside," he told me in an 'I'm talking to a four year old' voice. Which let me tell you, he has never even met a four year old before. I rolled my head over the back of my chair and saw Sam making his way over to us.
"Your, uh, half-caff, double vanilla latte is gettin' cold over here, Francis," Dean said much to Sam's annoyance and I couldn't help but laugh. Well, it would have been a laugh but my head was hanging at a weird angle and it came out as a strangled snort, making me sound like an idiot.
"Bit me," Sam retorted sitting down. For a second I really thought he was going to bite Sam. I kicked him under the table and scowled letting him know I was not okay with him biting Sam.
"Please tell me you have something," I pleaded to Sam. He leaned back in his chair and rested his arms on the armrests.
"I had 'em check the FBI's Missing Persons Data Bank. No John Doe's fitting Dad's description. I even ran his plates for traffic violations," he informed us shaking his head.
"Sam, I'm tellin' ya, I don't think Dad wants to be found." A look of sheer disappointment crossed Sam's face and I knew my expression mirrored his. He shot me a sad look before Dean continued. "Check this out." he said, pulling Sam's attention back to him, he turned the laptop towards us so we could see what he was looking at. "It's a news item out of Planes Courier. Ankeny, Iowa. It's only about a hundred miles from here."
"The mutilated body was found near the victim's car, parked on 9 Mile Road." Sam read aloud but paused after that line.
"Keep reading," Dean said motioning to the computer with his coffee.
"Authorities are unable to provide a realistic description of the killer. The sole eyewitness, whose name has been withheld, is quoted as saying the attacker was invisible." I read so fast that both the guys just gave me looks like they were ready to bitch slap me or something. Whatever guys, you told me to read and I did, you didn't say at what speed!
"Could be something interesting," Dean said still giving me that same look. It was a look that said 'you just ruined this' and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from bitching at him.
"Or it could be nothing at all. One freaked out witness who didn't see anything? Doesn't mean it's the Invisible Man," Sam argued gesturing to the laptop screen.
"Well," I said standing up and clasping my hands together, "I say we all put on our big boy pants and cowboy boots, grow a pair and check this out." After earning more looks from my brothers, especially Sam, that said they can't believe they're related to me Dean spoke up.
"But what if it is? Dad would check it out."
"I still don't understand why we are even here. Or, better yet, why I'm even here," I complained to my brothers as we all got out of the Impala and made our way to the 'frat brothers' that were mostly in the yard working on their cars. More cars…great.
"Well, the victim lived here," Dean informed as we walked up to some dude fixing his car. "Nice wheels," Dean commented earning strangle looks from the other guys. "We're your fraternity brothers. From Ohio. We're new in town. Transfers. Looking for a place to stay," he lied smoothly. Um, did my brother just forget I'm a girl? I got the weirdest looks from all the guys.
"Sorority sister," I said raising my hand so that the back of my hand was just about an inch away from my shoulder.
When we walked into the room Sam and Dean were supposed to be staying in there was a guy about Sam's age, standing in front of a mirror, wait for it…painting himself PURPLE. I had to turn away in the door way to keep from laughing in the guys face!
"Who are you?" the frat boy questioned as we made our way into the room.
"We're your new roommates," Dean answered motioning from him to Sam.
"Do me a favor?" frat boy asked, "Get my back. Big game today," he informed us. I was still frozen in the doorway.
Dean pointed to Sam, "He's the artist. Things he can so with a brush." Sam looked mortified and I stepped in.
"I'll do it," I blurted out before I could change my mind. He handed me the paint brush and paint. Sam sent me a silent 'thank you' while Dean now looked like he was going to kill me.
"So," Dean started, picking up a magazine from the dresser, totally ignoring me and avoiding eye contact all together now. "Murph. is it true?" at this point even I didn't know what the idiot was talking about.
"What?" Murph questioned obviously confused as well.
"We heard one of the guys around here got killed last week."
I could have slapped Dean for the tone he was using. There was no sympathy what so ever in his voice and I felt Murph stiffen a little at the mention of this guy's death.
"Yeah," he said sadly and I could have bitched my brother out for making him feel bad.
"What happened?" I asked with, what I was hoping was, kind eyes and a sweet smile. But then again it's me so for all I know I looked and sounded like a total snarky, sassy, smartass, without even knowing it. But the looks of shock that flashed onto both my brothers' faces for the briefest moment told me otherwise. I don't know what was up with me. I felt bad for this dude.
"They're saying some psycho with a knife. Maybe a drifter passing through. Rich was a good guy," he said in a serious voice. I hated when people lost people. Maybe that's why I was being so nice to this guy. I mean he wasn't like a looker or anything. In fact he kind of looked a little like Sam.
"Was he with anyone?" I questioned still painting him and to be honest he was starting to look like a Barney wannabe.
"Not just anyone. Lori Sorensen." he said a little too cheerfully. This girl must have been hot.
"Who's Lori?" Dean asked from the chair he had taken residency in.
"Lori's a freshman. She's a local. Super hot." told ya, "And get this: she's a reverend's daughter," he said matter-of-factly.
"You wouldn't happen to know which church, would ya?"
When we walked in Dean let the door slam behind us, causing the whole church to turn and look.
"As a community, and as a family. The loss of a young person is particularly tragic. A life unlived is the saddest of passings," the reverend said as we sat down in the back of the church. A girl, who I assumed to be Lori, was staring at Sam and giving him a weak smile with sad eyes. "So, please, let us pray. For peace, for guidance, and for the power to protect our children." Sam and I bowed out heads and I felt the shift as Sam elbowed Dean to do the same.
A few minutes later Sam, Dean and I watched as Lori made her way out of the church building with the girl she was sitting next to in the front row.
"Are you Lori?" Sam when Lori was alone. She had given her friend a hug before she left.
"Yeah," she confirmed now standing in front of the three of us.
"My name is Sam. This is Dean and Kat," Sam introduced motioning to each of us.
"We just transferred here to the university." This time he only motioned to himself and Dean.
"I saw you inside." I swear I saw the hint of a smirk at the memory of the banging door.
"We don't wanna bother you. We just heard about what happened and…" Sam started but was interrupted by Dean…ass.
"We wanted to say how sorry we were," he said sympathetically. I didn't know if it was because he found her hot but Dean wasn't using a tone that made me want to slap the shit out of him for once. Sam nodded before jumping right back in.
"I kind of know what you're going through. I-I saw someone…get hurt once. It's something you don't forget."
Every time he brings up Jess, I find myself turning Jell-o in his hands. I felt so bad about everything that happened...even if it wasn't my fault. Dean and I pulled him away from the love of his life and she died. If I could do it over again I would have tried harder to convince Dean not to drag Sam back into this world. And bitches though I didn't have a heart. Proved them wrong.
Lori gave a slight nod to what Sam had just said. "Dad, um, this is Sam, Dean and Kat. They're new students. Well, I don't think Kat is," she said looking to me for clarification. I shook my head as confirmation for her. Dean and the Reverend shook hands.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. I must say, that was an inspiring sermon." Suck up, was the phrase that came to mind at that moment. Was I against sucking up? Hell no. I did it all the time. Was I against Dean sucking up to a pastor? Fuck yes! It was weird, I'd never known Dean to be in a church ever!
"Thank you very much. It's so nice to find young people who are open to the Lord's message." Dean chuckled and I couldn't help but give a small smile. I'm pretty sure he would find our line of work like…demonic or something like that. I mean hell we talk and exercise demons for shits sake! Someone call 1-800-CRAZY on us! PLEASE!
"Listen, uh, we're new in town, actually," Dean started, as he led the reverend away from us. I stayed with Sam not wanting to hear anymore bullshit that came out of Dean's mouth, no matter how much he tried to pull off that we were churchgoers, I was pretty sure we already had a room in hell with our names on it.
"Tell me, Lori. What are the police saying?" he questioned as we walked in the opposite direction from where Dean and Lori's dad went.
"Well, they don't have a lot to go on. I think they blame me for that," Lori admitted looking slightly ashamed.
"What, why?" I questioned. We continued to walk and I could see she wanted to tell someone this.
"My story. I was so scared, I guess I was 'seeing things'," she said with her eyebrows knitted together and you could tell by the way she said it people had been saying it to her. We stopped walking and Sam and Lori locked eyes.
"That doesn't mean it wasn't real."
"So you believe her?" Dean questioned Sam as we made our way through the library passing rows of books.
"I do," he nodded. To be totally truthful I believed her too. Don't ask me why, because I couldn't tell you.
"Yeah, I think she's hot, too." All my life I had to listen to Dean hit on anything with boobs and two legs but for whatever reason I chose that moment to snap.
"Shut the fuck up, Dean! I swear to whoever lives up in the big blue sky, that if I have to listen to you hit on one more girl I promise all things holy and unholy I will beat the shit out of you like I did that time when we were kids." I don't know what I expected him to do or say. So I'll just tell you what happened. He turned red in the face and looked like he was about to hit me, right there in the middle of the library. But he didn't do anything but turn and face Sam, putting his back to me.
"No, man, there's something in her eyes. And listen to this: she heard scratching on the roof. Found the bloody body suspended upside down over the car." They were carrying on as if I wasn't even there. Fine.
Dean thought about it for a second, "Wait, the body suspended? That sounds like the…"
"Yeah, I know, the Hook Man legend," Sam confirmed the unspoken.
"What's the Hook Man legend?" I questioned my brothers. Apparently Sam wasn't too happy with the dig I had just taken at Dean because they both ignored me.
"That's one of the most famous urban legends ever. You don't think that we're dealing with the Hook Man."
"Every urban legend has a source. A place where it all began." Okay, so we were apparently in the town where the 'Hook Man' legend started. I still had to figure out exactly what that legend was since neither tweedledee nor tweedledumb wanted to tell me.
"So is this 'Hook Man' an actual man or his he a spirit?" I asked. This time both brothers turned to look at me and I could see in their eyes something just clicked.
About ten minutes later we were sitting at a table waiting. The librarian placed two boxes on our table, "Here you go. Arrest records going back to 1851."
Dean blew dust off one of the boxes into my direction, making me cough. Ass. "Thanks," he said giving her the Winchester smile. God, one day that Winchester smile is going to get us killed.
"Okay," she said before walking away.
"So, this is how you spent four good years of your life, huh?" Dean questioned almost disgusted.
"Welcome to higher education." Sam retorted. My reaction was a snort.
Hours later and we were still looking through files and reading books. I was now all too fully aware of the Hook Man legend and I couldn't wait to get this case over with so long as I never had to hear about it ever again.
"Hey, check this out. 1862. A preacher named Jacob Karns was arrested for murder. Looks like he was so angry over the red light district in town that one night he killed 13 prostitutes. Uh, right here, 'some of the deceased were found in their bed, sheets soaked with blood. Others suspended upside down from the limbs of trees as a warning against sins of the flesh'," Sam read from something out of mine and Dean's line of vision and when he began to read Dean got up and walked over to him. Now, because I was still annoyed at my brothers I stayed where I was and propped my feet up on Dean's now empty chair while I listened to them.
"Get this, the murder weapon? Looks like the preacher lost his hand in an accident. Had it replaced with a silver hook." Whoa. Hold the shit. Did he just say the murder weapon was a hook? I guess that's where he got his name, huh?
"Look where all this happened," Sam said with a look of 'I can't believe we figured it out'.
"Nine Mile Road." Dean had this look of pride on his face.
"Same place where the frat boy was killed." A look overtook Dean's face that now said he was impressed at Sam's work.
"Nice job, Dr. Venkmen. Let's check it out."
"Here you go," Dean said handing Sam and I both guns.
"If it is a spirit, buckshot's won't do much good," Sam stated. I snorted my, 'how fucking stupid do you think we are?' snort.
"It's rock salt, fucktard." FUCKTARD- not to be mistaken as retard. Fucktard is like an incredibly stupid person.
"Easy bitch." Dean has called me a lot of things but 'bitch' was never one of them. Sure what I said was pretty bitchy but even on my bitchiest days he never ever called me a bitch and it made my heart drop slightly.
"Huh. Salt being a spirit deterrent." I didn't even understand what he just said. Dean pulled rope out of the trunk before shutting it…wait. Rewind. Rope? Exactly what were these idiots planning? Someone tell me before it kills one of us.
"Yeah. It won't kill 'em. But it'll slow 'em down." I watched the guys as they started for the trees. "Hey, girl that's been acting like a little shit lately. You coming or not?" I couldn't tell if Dean said it with his usual snarky smirk or not because it was dark and he was facing away from me. Regardless, I followed not making a comment to his sudden rudeness.
"That's pretty good. You and Dad think of this?" Sam asked about the rock salt rounds as we walked. Getting our guns ready for anything that decided it wanted to jump out at us.
"I told you. You don't have to be a college graduate to be a genius." There was some ruffling in the trees and we all aimed for the sound.
"Over there. Over there," Dean whispered to us. And out of the trees the sheriff came!
"Put the gun down now! Now! Put your hands behind your head," he demanded gun raised.
"W-w-wait, okay, okay!" Dean stammered out.
"Now get down on your knees. Come on, do it! On your knees!" He didn't have to tell me twice. Sam, Dean and I all dropped to our knees. "Now get down on your bellies. Come on, do it!"
"They had the guns!" Dean commented as he lay there on the dirt.
"Saved your asses! Talked the sheriff down to a fine. Dude, I am Matlock," Dean beamed proudly as we made our way out of the police department.
"But how?" Sam questioned. I, for one, didn't care how. We were out and that's all I cared about.
"I told him you were a dumbass pledge and that we were hazing you." Of course he would.
"What about the shotguns?" Sam obviously hasn't yet learned how to leave a good thing alone.
"I said that you were hunting ghosts and the spirits were repelled by rock salt. You know, typical Hell Week prank." This had to have been the first time telling the semi-truth has ever worked for us.
"And he believed you?" We're walking outside right now, are we not?
"What did you tell him about why I was there?" I questioned. Unlike Mr. twenty questions over there I only had one.
"Well, you look like a dumbass pledge. And I told him you were from the sister sorority and agreed to charm him into doing it." I shit you not, two seconds later a group of officers ran out of the building got in their squad cars and sped off, all in the same direction.
"Why would the Hook Man come here? This is a long way from 9 Mile Road," Sam questioned Dean, as we made our way around the sorority house trying to avoid being seen by any of the officers.
"Maybe he's not haunting the scene of his crime. Maybe it's about something else." Two girls walked out of the building and I held my breath. They didn't notice us and kept walking. We had flattened ourselves against the wall in hopes that they wouldn't see us. "Dude, sorority girls! Think we'll see a naked pillow fight?"
"You're so disgusting." I told him as I started to climb the wall. I HATE HEIGHTS! SO. FUCKING. MUCH! Why does it seem like all the cases we had been taking lately involved me climbing something!? Huh? WHY!? As soon as I was at the top Sam monkeyed his way up and Dean followed right behind him.
They opened the window that lead to Lori's room and I climbed in, stepping aside to make room for them. Sam came in head first and Dean followed immediately after successfully landing on top of Sam.
"Oh, sorry!" Dean apologized trying to get off.
"Be quiet." Sam told him. I could hear voices on the other side of the door.
"You be quiet!" Dean retorted.
"You be quiet!" They were now making their way to their feet.
"How 'bout both you asshats shut the fuck up? There are people on the other side of this door and if they hear us were screwed!" I said in a harsh whisper. Instantly they composed themselves and made their way over to the door where I was standing. Sam opened the door a couple inches and I could hear the voices fading. He opened the door all the way and we made our way into her room.
"'Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?' That's right out of the legend," Sam recalled. Seeing the words written in blood on the wall sent shivers down my spine.
"Yeah, that's classic Hook Man all right," Dean tapped his nose, "It's definitely a spirit."
"Yeah, I've never smelled ozone this strong before," Sam agreed. Dean walked over to the window and looks out. "Hey, come here," Sam said grabbing Dean's attention. "Does that look familiar to you?" Sam questioned referring to the weird symbol.
"It's the same symbol. Seems like it is the spirit of Jacob Karns," Sam said. We were sitting on the Impala looking at pictures of his hook, which just so happened to have the same symbol on it that was on the wall.
"All right, let's find the dude's grave, salt and burn the bones, and put him down," I declared jumping off the car.
"'After execution, Jacob Karns was laid to rest in an Old North Cemetery. In an unmarked grave.'" I made this frustrated grunting, strangled scream sound. I wasn't the only annoyed on. My brothers looked pretty pissed at this too.
"That's just fucking fantastic!" I exclaimed throwing my hands up in the air and letting them drop dramatically to my side.
"Hey, drama queen. Chill." Dean demanded. Ass.
"Okay. So we know it's Jacob Karns. But we still don't know where he'll manifest next. Or why," Sam continued totally ignoring Dean and I.
"I'll take a wild guess about why. I think your little friend Lori has something to do with this," Dean assumed as we all made our way into the Impala.
Can you say party? Because that's where we ended up later that night. Sam and I were waiting in the middle of the living room. The room was crawling with girls in too little clothing when not worn on the beach and most the guys didn't even have shirts on. Not to mention the EVERY SINGLE PERSON had a beer in hand.
"Hey," Sam greeted as Dean made his was through the crowd over to us.
"Man, you've been holding out on me. This college thing is awesome!" Dean exclaimed, then, I shit you not, he winked at a passing girl.
"Hey Shitlock, why not try to keep it in your pants for the remainder of the case, eh?" I yelled, leaning closer so that passing people would here, but when I said 'case' I dropped my voice.
"This wasn't really my experience," Sam confessed looking around.
"Oh, I got this. You spent all your time in libraries, studying and you had straight A's? Correct?" he simply gave a not. "Fucking geek." I mumbled.
"Hey! Why don't you watch your fucking mouth?" Dean yelled at me. "Eh? Ever since we got on this case you have been so ready to bitch at people. Actually, it's been ever since Sam stayed on the road with us." He gave me a hard stare then looked to Sam, who just shrugged. "So here's how this is going to work. You wanna act like a total bitch you have to tell us why you're acting like a total bitch, go it?" I didn't say anything. I just stood there, arms crossed, giving him my best bitch face.
"Or," Sam said, stepping in, "you just don't say anything at all. Pick one." Oh, I picked one alright.
"What's it going to be Kat?" I'm not aloud to speak, remember dumbass? Dean sighed, "I guess we have our answer Sammy." Then Sam carried on talking about the case like nothing ever happened.
"Yeah. It was bugging me, right? So how is the Hook Man tied up with Lori? So I think I came up with something." He pulled out a rolled up piece of paper and started to unroll it to show whatever it was to Dean. At some point we had started to walk again, but I'm not really sure when that was.
"1932. Clergyman arrested for murder. 1967. Seminarian held in hippie rampage." Did Dean just say 'hippie rampage'? Odd times those 60's.
"There's a pattern here," Sam pointed out for a confused Dean, "In both cases, the suspect was a man of religion who openly preached against immorality. And then found himself wanted for killings he claimed were the work of an invisible force. Killings carried out—get this—with a sharp instrument."
"What's the connection to Lori?" I looked to Dean and gave him my best 'you really are a fucktard' look but remained silent.
"A man of religion? Who openly preaches against immorality?" It's like a light bulb went off in Dean's head and he instantly understood. "Except maybe this time, instead of saving the whole town, he's just trying to save his only daughter."
"Reverend Sorensen. You think he's summoning the spirit?" Dean questioned. If I were talking I would have said, 'No, Dean. I don't think he is summoning the spirit.' But I couldn't do that now could I? It would mean I lose, they win and that was just not happening.
"Maybe. Or, you know how a poltergeist can haunt a person instead of a place?" Spirits can do that? I was unaware of this. Oh well, now I know. What do you know, Sam just taught me something.
"Yeah, the spirit latches onto the reverend's repressed emotions, feeds off them, yeah, okay." I still say 'no'.
"Without the reverend ever even knowing it." Okay Sam, if you had a spirit attached to you, you would notice it, no? I believe you would.
"Either way, you should keep an eye on Lori tonight." Sam gave a slight nod to our eldest, yet not smartest, brother.
"What about you?" Sam questioned, I followed Dean's line of vision to a hot blonde he was watching.
"I'm gonna go see if I can find that unmarked grave." He said reluctantly looking at the blonde again and shaking his head in disappointment before and walking away.
Somehow I got dragged with Dean to the cemetery. The whole drive over Dean kept making really rude digs at me. So many times I wanted to break my silence but I knew that's what he wanted so I stayed quiet, much to his disappointment. We had been walking around, shining our lights on various graves trying to find an unmarked on when I finally found one. I walked over to Dean, but remembered that I couldn't say anything.
"What do you want chew toy?" He questioned nastily when he saw me walking towards him. I bit a cocky smile at him before grabbing him by the ear and dragging him over to the grave. "Bitch, get your hands off me!" he yelled. When he saw the grave I let go of his ear and put on my best winning smile.
"That's it. Next time, I get to watch the cute girl's house," he panted to himself, I snorted. Is snorting considered breaking the silence? Hope not. Just then his shovel broke through the wooden floor of the grave. "Hello, preacher," he said tossing his shovel away. He climbed out of the grave and I started dumping salt on the bones while he poured lighter fluid on it. I grabbed some matches and lit them.
"Goodbye, preacher," Dean said as I threw the matches down.
"You okay?" Dean asked when we reached Sam. We started to walk in the opposite direction as the room Lori and her dad were in.
"Yeah."
"What the hell happened?" Dean questioned. I was following behind them and they were keeping their voices down, making me strain to hear.
"Hook Man." No fucking way. This case is just too much crazy.
"You saw him?" Dean questioned amazed.
"Damn right. Why didn't you torch the bones?" Dean looked to me. I shrugged.
"What are you talking about, we did. You sure it's the spirit of Jacob Karns?" The case I thought once was clear was now like sea water to me. I didn't get it at all anymore.
"It sure as hell looked like him. And that's not all. I don't think the spirit is latching on to the reverend." Didn't I tell you shitheads that? Oh, wait. I didn't, I just thought it back at that party. Regardless. I WAS RIGHT! This should give me an automatic win.
"Well, yeah, the guy wouldn't send the Hook Man after himself," Dean agreed. We stopped walking so the guys could face each other.
"I think it's latching onto Lori. Last night she found out her father is having an affair with a married woman," Sam informed.
"So what?" Dean, you are such a dumbass sometimes.
"So she's upset about it. She's upset about the immorality of it. She told me she was raised to believe that if you do something wrong, you get punished." And just like that all the pieces started to fit together again. Thank you Sam for becoming friends with the hot girl that didn't know she was murdering people.
"Okay, so she's conflicted. And the spirit of Preacher Karns is latching on to repress the emotions and maybe he's doing the punishing for her, huh?" Dean said working it all out aloud.
"Right. Rich comes on too strong, Taylor tries to make her into a party girl, Dad has an affair," Sam rattled off.
"Remind me not to piss this girl off. But I burned those bones, I buried them in salt, why didn't that stop him?"
"The hook!" I exclaimed. Shit, I just lost. Oh well.
"The hook?" They both questioned.
"Well, it was the murder weapon, and in a way, it was part of him." I said, smiling at my brilliance.
"So, like the bones, the hook is a source of his power." Dean said approving of my outburst.
"Let's go get that fucking hook!" I said, just as an extremely attractive doctor walked by. I leaned passed my brothers to watch his ass as he walked away. "Damn," I sighed. Sam laughed at me, grabbing my shoulders and steering me towards the door.
We were in the library again! I swear when I die I'll probably have spent half my life in various libraries around the world.
"Here's something, I think. Log book, Iowa State Penitentiary. 'Karns, Jacob. Personal affects: disposition thereof.'," Dean read from yet another big ass book.
"What about the hook?" I questioned, leaning back in my chair and rubbing my eyes.
"'Upon execution, all earthly items shall be remanded to the prisoner's house of worship, St. Barnabas Church.'" That name sounded so familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it until Sam said,
"Isn't that where Lori's father preaches?" Duh, Kat.
"Yup," I said popping the 'p' and earning an annoyed look from a librarian.
"Where Lori lives?" Sam questioned.
"Maybe that's why the Hook Man has been haunting reverends and reverends' daughters for the past 200 years," I declared earning another disapproving look from the librarian. Excuse me bitch, but maybe your hair is pulled a little too tight, I'm working on a case to save people's lives so keep your looks to yourself.
"Yeah," Sam said, "but if the hook were at the church or Lori's house, don't you think someone might've seen it? I mean, a bloodstained, silver-handled hook?"
"Check the church records." Dean said getting up. Yay…more fucking books.
"'St. Barnabas donations, 1862. Received silver-handled hook from state penitentiary. Re-forged.'" Sam read from a book the Dean handed him a while ago. "They melted it down. Made it into something else."
We got out of the Impala and made our way to the church.
"Alright, we can't take any chances. Anything silver goes in the fire," Dean instructed. It was late and dark.
"I agree," Sam nodded, "So, Lori's still at the hospital. We'll have to break in." What's new?
"Alright, take your pick," Dean told him.
"I'll take the house." He would.
"He probably just wants to look in her underwear drawer," I whispered to Dean as Sam started to walk away.
"Okay. Stay out of her underwear drawer!" Dean called to him making me chuckle.
Dean was throwing everything silver into the fire in the basement while I looked for more silver objects upstairs. When Sam came into the church with a bag of silver I handed him my findings and we made our way down the stairs.
"I think we got everything silver," he informed Dean who took the bag and threw everything in it into the fire.
"Better safe than sorry," he said then there was a noise from upstairs. "Move, move," Dean instructed as he grabbed his gun and made his was up the stairs. When we opened the door Dean lowered his gun. It was just Lori. She was sitting and praying. Dean turned and went back down stairs and Sam walked over to Lori but I stayed where I was.
I couldn't hear anything they were saying but I saw the familiar shake of her shoulders as she cried and I could almost feel Sam trying to comfort her. It's just what he does. What I did hear was the weird whooshing noise. Sam and Lori heard it too and Sam stood up to look around.
"Come on. We gotta go." They made their way over to me and Sam opened the basement door. Lori and I screamed as the Hook Man appeared behind the door. Sam shoved the door shut but the hook broke through it. "Go!" The three of us took off down the aisle and into a back room. The Hook Man followed us as we ran through the door. Sam slammed it shut just in time for the hook to break through the glass window on the door.
He started taking swings at Sam but kept missing and I said a silent 'thanks' to whoever was listening. I had put myself in front of Lori trying to keep her from getting hurt. "Sam!" I screamed as the hook made contact with his shoulder. He screamed out in pain and at the same time Lori got dragged back across the floor by an invisible force. I helped Sam to his feet then we ran, making our way over to Lori.
"Come on. You okay?" Sam asked Lori as he reached out a hand but was flung back into a book case. Sam was still under the bookshelf when the Hook Man made his way over to Lori. I jumped in front of her and the Hook Man gave me a dirty smile.
"Kat! Down!" Dean yelled, appearing in the door way but before I got the chance to a searing pain entered my body. I couldn't tell exactly where the pain was coming from but I knew the general location was my stomach. The shotgun went off seconds too late. I watched as Sam and Dean screamed my name but I couldn't hear anything. You know how in movies everything happens in slow motion? Yeah, that's pretty much what happened.
By the time my head hit the ground they were both kneeling down over me. They were arguing about something as Sam put pressure on my stomach causing me more pain. I wanted to cry out but there was so much pain I couldn't find my voice. Sam ripped something from Lori's neck and tossed it to Dean who took off down the stairs.
I tried to keep my eyes open but as the light faded I let my eyes slip shut.
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