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Chapter 4 - games and confessions.

The old lady led Sam back inside the house that looked more like a maze. She led him into the living room and sat on the old couch, which wasn't all that well conserved. She wasn't the best host in the world. The woman couldn't care less about the cold weather plus the fact Sam was totally wet. She gestured for him to sit down. Obliviously she didn't care about the couch getting wet either. Sam didn't bother asking for a towel to dry himself as he sat down with his clothes dripping water onto the carpet.

Despite of the living room having also the same creepy paintings hanging on the wall, and the old smelly furniture, it was pretty much a common living room. Two big couches, a coffee table, carpet and no tv. On the coffee table, Sam noticed two cups filled with hot tea and a plate with some chocolate cookies inside.

The old woman grabbed an ashtray and a cigarette as she relaxed on her couch, forgetting about Sam for a moment. She placed the cigarette on her dry lips and inhaled the smoke from her cigarette as if she was inhaling pure pleasure.

"I'm Rose". She gives him her name. A little rude of her waiting so long to do so and very rude of them not asking her name since she had offered her haunted house for them to spend the night.

"You know my brother is in danger. I want to know all you know right now". Sam dismissed the formal introduction. The vision he had had just a few minutes earlier was fresh inside his mind and Dean was still out there.

Rose displayed her rotten teeth in a bitter smile. The woman used her index finger, pointing to the table while she still enjoyed her cigarette. "Have some tea. The cookies are delicious". She said ignoring Sam's question.

'What the hell?' Sam thought. The woman was crazy, senile or purely sarcastic? Sam preferred to think she was crazy. His brother was in danger, and she was offering him cookies and tea? That was a good way to say she doesn't give a damn about Dean's life.
'Your brother might die. But have a cookie'. Sam imagined the woman saying. That got him angry. She had dragged him back to the house for a tea party? He wanted information.

"I have to help Dean". Sam said getting up from the couch, vexed by her attitude.
"Sit down boy". Her voice came out hoarse and demanding. Kind of threatening too. Sam frowned. He couldn't understand her, analyze her, after all was she trying to help him or screw him?
Rose slowly put out her cigarette into the ashtray, staring at Sam.

"Are you gonna tell me what I need to know?" Sam asked challenging her before placing his ass back on the couch.
"You're too hasty. That's stupidity. Being hasty can kill you. Only morons die stupid deaths. Sit down before I lose my temper". She said not all so kindly.
Sam let out a heavy sigh and sat back down pleasing Rose.

"Who's the girl we saw out the window?" Sam went straight to the point. They had stalled enough.
"That used to be my daughter". She replied even bitterly. She used to be. Was that supposed to mean she was dead? Rose was talking about a dangerous spirit roaming around as if she was talking about a soap opera, so normally and conventional.
"She died when she was 25, but as you can see, the girl is stubborn. She decided to stay. Liz isn't a regular ghost".

"What do you mean? What kind of ghost is she?". Sam recalled the diary he had read. Liz had been a disturbed teenager. She wouldn't hesitate to kill Dean as she hadn't hesitated to kill her other male guests. The ones she wished for a shooting star one night.

"She's been roaming around for quite some years…an old, smart spirit. Liz learned how to use magic before she died. It started innocently. She had learned about the marks on the trees and discovered those were protections marks from slavery time. As she kept learning, Liz ended up finding out about black magic, dark spells. Her knowledge didn't die with her body. She became a strong spirit, one that could be seen, felt, loved or hated". Rose started her explanation without many details. Maybe those kind of spirits were amazingly powerful for Rose. But for Sam that was not so amazing. He had seen ghosts like that before. They could be seen, heard, touched. They could be horrifying or sexy. Sam himself had been a victim of a sexy ghost. The woman in white had proved the theory.
The fact Liz had learned about black magic could give her some advantage though. Some skills spirits weren't supposed to have.

"How did she die?" Sam asked. Violent deaths were the most common way to create an angry spirit.
Rose served herself with a cookie, eating half of it in one bite. "I killed her". She said while chewing her chocolate cookie.

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Slowly coming to him, were Dean' senses. The rotten smell of blood, the cool air against his still wet clothes, little drops of water dripping from the ceiling onto his back.
The dizziness didn't go away. His head felt like a huge bomb above his neck, weighing a ton. Nausea, he felt like throwing up. A hang over in the morning was bad enough, the consequences of being drugged were even worse.

He opened his eyes, slowly, his vision completely blurred. A shadow, shaped like a girl was standing in front of him, holding something not exactly small. He knew that was Liz, pleased to see her prey all so helpless and disoriented. He could imagine the smile on her lips, she had gained control over him and the whole situation.

Thick, rough ropes bounded Dean's wrists together above his head, his feet were barely touching floor. His body was suspended, tied to one of the hooks on the ceiling. The ropes were tight for sure, almost cutting into his flesh; she made sure her prey wouldn't be going anywhere.

Dean thanked at least, he still wasn't feeling all the soreness through his body, while whatever substance put him to sleep, was still running inside his system.

"Wakie wakie my little puppy, I'm feeling kinda lonely". She said. Her voice was calm and sexy once more. She took baby steps and began to approach Dean, always taking her time, using her charm, her curves. She walked like a super model, with poise and posture.

"Damn. It wasn't just a bad dream". Dean teased. Again his emotions were confused about the girl. What should he do? Deny her? Accept her? Surrender or fight? She was dead as far as he was concerned. Dean didn't go for dead girls; it was the only restriction for girls in his book. That and any girl that could kill him too, obviously.

His vision was adjusting little by little. She got close to a table, a few feet away from Dean, where his gun lied, she had picked it up and placed it there. Just a few feet away. Beside his gun, she placed the object in her hand. A knife, clean and sharp, almost shining.
With both her hands free, she got even closer to him.

"Bad? You lie my handsome one. I can see you're enjoying this".
"Dead girls aren't really my thing". Dean challenged himself. Death wasn't really a turn on. She was an exception.

Ignoring his fake statement, Liz leaned her body against his.
She passed her hands gently through the tight rope, roughly binding Dean's hands, and his already bruised skin, feeling the gentle touch mixed with the toughness of the rope.
He was hypnotized by her dance, the blue dress, giving her slim figure the grace in her movements.
She slid her hand, in a sexy gesture, feeling Dean's suspended, defenseless body. From his wrists, to his biceps, as her lips approached his, close enough for him to feel her warm breath. He desired her again, both of them dripping with lust.

Dean felt the cold touch, her dead touch, sliding from his biceps now, to his chest. She went from gently to fiercely
Feeling his scars, pressing her fingers hard across Dean's chest and abdomen, leaving a slight mark behind. Her touch felt like silk at times.

Dean's lips yearned for her lips, he pulled hard on the ropes, keeping him steady, vulnerable to her wishes. Deep down he liked that feeling, being submissive, letting the woman run the show.
But jeez, he needed to touch her, feel her as well, for some reason, unknown even to him. She whispered softly in his ears, words his brain couldn't make sense of. Nothing made sense, but it felt right, felt like it was supposed to happen.

"No". He said suddenly. That wasn't right. She was using some trick to trap his attention. She had to be doing something to him, to his mind. "Get off me" He said turning his head away from her gaze.
The sexy expression on her face turned into anger. Dean had managed to piss off a spirit twice in the matter of a few hours. No living girl liked to be rejected. Let alone a dead girl whose body was rotting underground somewhere. Dean wondered if she was pmsing, she was dead, but she was still a girl, one that was easy to anger.

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Sam didn't know how to respond to the brand new information he had obtained. He leaned on the couch and felt the gun pressing against his back. He needed to be sure his gun was there, then reassure it. He was confident about his fighting skills, but when a mother is able to kill her own daughter, she sure wouldn't hesitate to kill a stranger. Yes, having the gun was a whole lot better than only trusting some fighting skills.

"You killed your own daughter?" He asked not showing any sort of feeling. After all, he understood family sacrifice. It wasn't right; no one should have to kill their own family. However, Sam had made Dean make an unfair promise. He asked Dean to kill him in case he turned evil. How can you ask your own brother for such a thing? Sam knew what he was asking, it was probably too much for Dean, but he couldn't allow himself turning into something he hunts. He'd rather die before hurting a human being for pure satisfaction.

"That little whore was no longer my daughter. She became a cold blooded killer who tortured and killed innocent guys that kept showing up. She made a hell of a job hiding the bodies. But the blood trace…she never made an effort to hide". Rose looked down; Sam even thought the woman would shed a tear that moment. But she didn't.

"The look in her eyes. That couldn't be Liz. All those men she killed…they were innocent".

Sam swallowed hard. He and Dean were just two flies trapped in a spider web. Two more guys for Liz to have fun with. For some reason, her wish kept on coming true, victims kept on coming even after her death. How lucky to be passing by through that road.

"No girl ever showed up. Only guys. Young, handsome guys. She seduced them…then did what she learned to enjoy doing". Sam let the woman spill out as much as she decided to. The more information the more you know who you're dealing with.

"So one night, while she was in deep sleep, I took the knife from her night stand. A knife she loved, a knife she always used… and plunged it into her heart as if I was killing a vampire" She said using her most cold voice. There was no regret there, no remorse.

"I thought that it would be safe killing her that way…in her heart. She would be gone. She didn't open her eyes when her knife cut through her heart. It was calm and quiet…just one last breath; some blood over her white nightgown and she was dead. Or rather her body was". Rose paused taking a deep breath, serving herself with another cookie. The chocolate taste on her mouth perhaps helped to sweeten the bitterness of her words.

"I cleaned the knife after, removing my daughter's sweet blood with a white towel. She looked so innocent with her eyes closed…she looked like my little girl again".

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She took the knife in her hands again, used the knife as a mirror, her face reflected on it. Liz admired herself for a few seconds, as if she was proud of herself. She should. Congratulations to her. A spirit that could remain so pretty all these years.
After offering herself a smile, still observing her beauty, she turned her attention back to Dean. Another smile appeared on her lips, an evil smile that made Dean swallow hard.

She leaned the knife gently against his cheek, making Dean feel its coolness.
"Let's play". She said.

"Sure, let's play a game named: Let Dean go find your bones and burn them?" He kept on teasing. Liz didn't bother with his sarcastic words. Keeping her smile on, she pressed the tip of the knife a little harder on his cheek, drawing some blood from a small cut. Dean hissed, but didn't display a painful expression. Liz didn't reply to his comment. Instead she kissed his lips softly to taste his skin. Dean turned his face again, fighting the urge to make that lip kiss into something more tempting. As he turned his face, Liz's lips slid to the cut on his cheek. She grinned pleased. Her lips were so close to that cut. She couldn't fight her own urge to taste it. Dean felt Liz's tongue, licking the blood from his small cut.

"Gross". He said moving his head as much as he could. His moves were limited.
"Delicious". She whispered in his ears and took one tiny step back.

Liz slid the knife softly from his face to his chest. Using the knife to cut through Dean's shirt, removing the wet piece of clothe from him, exposing his muscles to the cold breeze.
Dean's breathing got a little heavier, anxious, and maybe even claustrophobic.

She stepped back, observing him again, as if he was some merchandise on sale. Liz looked at the knife in her hands and back to Dean. She seemed indecisive about what to do.
Liz walked to the table and grabbed a whip with her other hand. Her eyes shifted from the knife to the whip, like a kid holding two different ice-creams, deciding which flavor to taste first.

"Hey hey. Sweet Liz. Let's take it easy, I was just kidding…about the whole burning your bones thing…sorta." He said, sucking up to a ghost, not his favorite way out of a screwed up situation, but she was holding a knife and a whip, what else could he do? Her look was distant, hypnotized by the roughness of her whip and sharpness of her knife. Two fine tools of fun, equally interesting to use…what a hard decision to make. She was deciding her next move and he was bare chest, tied and vulnerable to her twisted mind.

TBC…

Ok first things first. I gotta apologize for a word I wrote last chap that I got to know has a different meaning from what I actually meant. The word 'neuter' was supposed to be 'neutral'. Sorry, my bad.

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