Chapter 9: Hunt
"I thought you said this was a shape shifter? How did it get changed to a spirit?" I asked as I walked out of the bathroom after I finished getting ready. Sam was sitting on his bed looking at his laptop and Dean was at the small table eating.
"You wouldn't shut up, so I just went with my first instinct. I had to tell you something." Sam told me.
"Sorry… I didn't know I was that annoying." I joked, laughing at myself.
"No, its not that… You just, well… like I shut up, so I gave you something. But now we have to deal with what it really is." Sam said.
"Ok and what exactly does this spirit do?" Dean asked before stuffing his face with another bite of what looked like pancakes. I was really hungry so I walked over to him and peaked over his shoulder. He must have noticed I was there and turned to look at me. I smiled as sweetly as possible and he laughed.
"Hungry?" He asked quietly. Sam was on the other side of the room explaining this thing and we definitely weren't listening.
"A little…" I replied, still keeping the smile and matching his tone. I looked down at his plate and bit my bottom lip. He was trying hard to fight back his laughter.
"Do you want some of my food?" He asked again. I kneeled down next to his chair, then looked over to make sure Sam was still blabbing on about the spirit before leaning into whisper in Dean's ear.
"Please…" I said. He turned slightly and out faces were extremely close. I pulled back some and he cut off some of the pancakes, stuck the fork in them and held it to my face. I reached over to bite it off but he pulled it back and ate it himself. My mouth gaped open and he chewed and laughed at the same time. I pretended to pout and be hurt.
"Ok here…" He said before repeating the cutting process again and holding the full fork to me. I open my mouth and devoured the food off of the fork. Never, had fast food tasted so good.
"Yum…" I said. The sides of my mouth were sticky with syrup.
"You're a messy eater..." Dean whispered as his face got closer to mine.
"Oh am I?" I whispered back.
"Yeah, but I don't mind helping you clean off at all…" He said before capturing his lips in mine and taking what syrup had gotten on my mouth off. I giggled into the kiss and that was what gave us away.
"Ok you two did you hear anything I just said?" Sam asked agitatedly. We pulled away for a moment but our eyes never left each other.
"No… but could you leave and come back to tell us later?" Dean asked. I hit him on the arm and stood up.
"Sorry Sam… what were you saying?" I said as I walked back over to the other side of the room, leaving Dean to scoff in his disappointment.
"This spirit is in this antique store that is full of old celebrity's stuff. Whenever people are buying things from there, they are getting brutally murdered. So apparently this spirit can duplicate." He explained. Man that was a lot shorter then the first one.
"Ok… so if it is duplicating we just need to find its origin, which is probably somewhere in the store, and destroy it." I said.
"Yeah but how are we going to get in? I mean this place is by appointment only and you have to make them weeks in advanced. They aren't just going to let us waltz in there." Sam said. I thought about it for a second, and then it came to me.
"Well, we happen to have a friend who owns an auction house and I bet they do some business with that particular store. I bet she can get us in." I said, referring to Sara. Sam blushed and smiled some. I grabbed his phone off the nightstand and threw it at him.
"Wait you want me to call her?" He asked, blushing some. Dean and I laughed.
"Yep, so I suggest you do it now. The sooner we can get this thing done the better." Dean said, finishing off his breakfast. I was still hungry. Sam sighed and took the phone into the bathroom. I bit my bottom lip again and walked over to Dean.
"Is there anything in that bag for me?" I asked. He smiled and pulled out a breakfast sandwich and handed it to me.
"Thanks." I said before standing on my tip toes and kissing his cheek.
"You're unusually happy this morning, any reason?" He asked as he sat next to me. I smiled and finished off my sandwich.
"I just don't have any reason to pretend not to be happy about this trip anymore." I told him. He smiled and kissed my forehead.
We weren't really anything official, but whatever we were was good for now. I finished my sandwich and then went over to my bed and lay down for a little while. Dean followed me and within seconds after lying down he had me wrapped in his arms.
"Hmm... I think I could get used to this." I said as I looked up him. He was smiling down at me.
"Same here." He replied. Then we kissed again, this time for longer. His hands roamed up my back and then back to my waist only long enough to pull me as close to him as possible. After a while our position changed and instead of lying on our side, I was literally lying on top of him. His hands continued to caress my back and ribs gently. Everything about him made me feel so enticed in that moment.
Of course Sam had to come out of the bathroom.
"Ok, so from now on, I think we should get two rooms or set some kind of rules." He said. Dean and I pulled away from each other and I got off of him.
"Or you could just work on your timing." Dean suggested. I giggled some and once he sat up I rested my head on his shoulder.
"What did she say?" I asked, changing the subject.
"She can get us in, but under one condition… she has to do this case with us." He said, rather reluctantly.
"Well she already knows everything about what we do, but what about the danger part?" I asked.
"She has gone with Sam and I before, she was okay then… and if we want in, then she has to." Dean said. I nodded, and so did Sam.
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"Woah… this is a huge antique store…" I mumbled as we got out of the car. The four of us walked inside to be greeted by an old woman who apparently knew Sara. She introduced us as her friends who were only in town for a few days and wanted to look around. She showed us around, and then let us look around freely.
Nothing seemed to strike as a point of origin for the spirit, but when the woman was far enough away, Dean pulled out the EMF and the readings were huge. But finding the origin point wasn't easy. The four of us split up and looked for and item that was overlooking the entire store. It would make sense for the origin to be something that could see the entire store. That way when it duplicated itself it would know what was being bought. But so far, there was nothing.
I sighed and turned another corner, that's when I saw them. Pointe shoes of Maria Tallchief. Only one of the greatest American Ballerinas ever. I walked over to them and looked in the case. They were the ones she wore for 'Firebird' the ballet that she practically made famous. I ran my fingers over the glass that was containing them. She was my inspiration as a little girl and now there was only glass between me and the pair of shoes that she danced her most memorable and incredible performance in.
"Charly? Babe what are you looking at?" I heard Dean ask from behind me.
"Just these…" I said. He walked over to me and put a hand on my waist while looking over my head at the shoes.
"What's so special about them?" He asked.
"They belonged to Maria Tallchief, one of the greatest dancers of all time… I can't believe that I am actually seeing these…" I said with more passion then I knew I had.
"So they are the dance shoes of some dead dancer?" He asked. I elbowed him lightly in the stomach.
"Dean! She was amazing… I mean when I was younger she was my inspiration! Plus, she's not dead." I said, laughing some. He was a little taken back but just laughed at himself.
"Oh… so I guess she was pretty good then huh?" He said. I just rolled my eyes.
"Yeah… she was." I replied smiling. "Come on, let's keep looking."
This time the two of us didn't split up. He followed close behind me with one arm draped around my waist.
After a while when we were about to give up, I sighed and lifted my head to look at the ceiling.
God we were stupid.
"Guys…" I said to Sara, Dean and Sam. They turned to me and I pointed up.
The entire ceiling was a mirror. The silence between us increased. But at that time it was getting dark outside, and as it did, the mirror clouded and the lights started to flicker.
"Mrs. Abbey…" Sara whispered, referring to the old woman who owned the store. She looked up at Sam and then we all ran to her office.
But it was too late. Mrs. Abbey was dead. She had been cleaning some of the newer items… and now she was lying on the ground with the antique knife that had apparently belonged to some president stabbed into her. We backed out of the office and closed the door behind us.
"Oh god…" I whispered. Dean pulled me closer to him. We all ran for the door but it was useless, the spirit must have seen us using the tools we had been using to track it and now it was angry. It had locked us in the store. It wasn't long before the lights went off and the store was completely black.