A/N: Heya people, and welcome to another chapter! Last we read, Dean, Sam, and Castiel got the riddle and then headed into the house to get the item. How will they fare?
Thank you to the two AWESUM people who reviewed: The Mysterious Shadow and the now not so random Guest, Laken! I cannot express my gratitude for you two :D
The Mysterious Shadow: You had a good idea of what the riddle was! The only thing I will tell you is that you were right about the spider. How correct you were, well, you'll have to read and see, won't you? :D
Hmm.. either nobody got the answers to my last post of "Music Hunt" or you all just didn't want to try xD
Anyway, let's get on with this story! Commence chapter!
All mistakes are mine 'cuz I'm human!
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Allons-y!
Dean stood in the doorway of another room a few feet behind the ghost, shining his flashlight at Sam and Castiel. "Come here!" Dean yelled. Sam grabbed Castiel's arm and darted to Dean's location, not even bothering to look if the girl ghost was following-Sam already knew she was. Sam and Castiel stepped over the salt line Dean had made and ran into the room; Dean slammed the door shut a mere few seconds before the ghost arrived. They waited for what seemed like an hour as the girl screeched in anger, objects flung at the door. Once it was silent, Dean shuffled about the small room and set his flashlight down and lit two candles that he had found.
"We should be safe for now," Dean said. "We need to make a plan right now, though. We can't wander around trying to figure out where this item is."
Sam let out a huff of frustration. "Can we just calm the Hell down right now? Cas is nearly hyperventilating and you already want to back out there?"
Dean glanced at Castiel and immediately guilt consumed him. Castiel was kneeling, rocking on his heels, muttering under his breath. Dean walked over to Castiel and kneeled beside him.
"Cas," Dean began softly and placed his hands on Castiel's shoulders. When Castiel didn't look up, Dean continued. "I'm sorry for being touchy earlier. I didn't mean to discard your feelings like that." Castiel raised his head to look at Dean. "I'm here now for you, alright? Nothing's going to harm you." Dean helped Castiel stand up and then blinked in surprise when Castiel hugged him. After a moment they broke apart and Dean cleared his throat.
"You alright now, Cas?" Dean asked.
Castiel nodded in response, his face more like the angel warrior Castiel Dean knew.
"Alright, let's think about the riddle," Dean said and began pacing, Castiel remaining at Dean's side. "Anything in particular pop out? Something we could use to break down the riddle?"
"How about Eight-Eyes?" Sam suggested. "I mean, for all we know, it could be a spider."
"It is a spider," Castiel spoke suddenly. "If you think about it, the item is the spider necklace-it's the thing haunting the house. It's placed in the chest, but maybe the chest doesn't have a lock on it, so we wouldn't need a key for it. Just like the riddle said, we wouldn't need a key; it makes sense. Perhaps the spider on the necklace is the spirit we need to set free back to the forest. Maybe it was a lost spider in the forest, got trapped, and now it haunts the house until it's back where it belongs. Yet the only one who can release this spider is a spider of its own kind. There's a forest only two miles from this house named the Spider Forest. We take the necklace to the forest, find the Eight-Eyes, which I'm assuming in the king spider, and ask him to release the spider's spirit. Then we take the necklace and place it back in the chest in the house."
Both Dean and Sam gaped at Castiel; Dean was the first to recover from shock.
"Well, Sherlock, that's a great hunch you got there," Dean said. "Mind telling us where the chest is, then?"
Sam stepped forward. "I think I can help with that," Sam said. "When I was on the site, it said that the chest was held in the attic on the third floor."
Dean turned to Castiel. "You sure about this?" Dean asked. "We only get one try at this, remember?"
"I'm positive," Castiel replied.
Dean sighed and then stretched. "Alight, so we need to go to the attic. That should be easy enough…but what are we going to do about that girl ghost?"
"We can't burn her-we don't know where her bones are," Sam said, "and even if we did, she said we couldn't harm her. Apparently she's protected by the house."
"We should call Mary," Castiel said.
Dean stared at Castiel. "Excuse me, I thought I heard you say to call Mary?"
"If we tell her we're trying to help her, maybe she will call the girl off," Castiel said. "Right now she just thinks we are doing this for my sake."
"Cas has a point," Sam added. "And we don't have any other plan."
Dean glanced from Castiel to Sam and then sighed. "Well, we can't call Mary while we're in this room," Dean said and grabbed his flashlight. "Let's go."
Dean opened the door to the room, surprised that the main room was now dimly lit even though there were no lights anywhere.
"Mary?" Dean called, shining the flashlight about the room. "We need to talk to you!"
After a moment, instead of Mary appearing, the girl from before appeared on the stairs, grinning.
"Finally come to play?" She asked.
"You know Mary?" Dean questioned. "We need to talk to her-we're only trying to help."
The girl walked down the stairs. "I might know her. She never said anything about humans trying to help. Help with what? This is our home, as it always should be."
"We're not trying to take you out of here," Sam said. "We need something from here, something that'll put this house at ease."
Immediately the girl's face became angered, eyebrows furrowing over her eyeless sockets. "Put this house at ease? We do not want this house at ease! Ease means people will come! We don't want people here!" The girl lunged at the three, pausing just before the salt line. "You'll never get the item, even if it's for your own sake."
Dean growled in frustration, tempted to kick the salt line away. "We need to get to the attic," Dean muttered under his breath. "Vote on making a break for it?"
Sam nodded in agreement, but Castiel just stood still.
Dean glanced to Castiel to see him staring at the floor. "Cas, it'll be fine, trust me. You'll be safe with me."
Dean took hold of Castiel's hand and glanced toward Sam who gave him a small nod. Sam darted forward, past the ghost, followed closely by Dean and Castiel. They were halfway up the stairs when the girl appeared at the top.
"You're not going to get very far," the girl said, and then giggled. "Unless, you choose one to remain here."
"What do you mean 'remain here'?" Sam questioned.
"Stay here, of course!" The girl said. "We could always use a slave."
"Son of a bitch," Dean growled. "None of us are going to be your puppets!"
The girl tilted her head. "Tsk, tsk," she said. "And here I thought you'd cooperate. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers." With a screech the girl launched forward, straight into Castiel.
"Cas!" Dean yelled, whipping around to grab Castiel, but he was too late-Castiel went tumbling down the stairs. Dean and Sam ran down to the bottom of the stairs where Castiel was on the floor, writhing and yelling out.
"Leave him alone!" Dean shouted and kneeled next to Castiel, trying to hold him down. "Sam, just get to the attic, I'll handle Cas!"
Sam looked at his brother, ready to object, but another "go" from Dean made Sam turn and head up the stairs.
"Cas, c'mon, look at me," Dean said, trying to hold Castiel down, who was still yelling.
Suddenly Castiel laid still, almost looking pale.
"Cas?" Dean said, feeling for a pulse.
Castiel's eyes snapped open suddenly and then sat up, gasping.
"Cas, you okay?" Dean asked.
Castiel turned to face Dean, and Dean shivered at how different Castiel looked. His once blue eyes were a dull grey, and his skin was an ashy grey. "You didn't choose, so I did."
Dean stared in shock and horror-it wasn't Castiel talking, it was the girl. She possessed Castiel.
"You get out of him right now!" Dean snarled, shaking Castiel. "You leave him alone!"
Castiel brushed off Dean easily and stood up. "Sorry, but you came here at your own risk. Run along to your brother. I'm sure you'll have better luck with him."
"What is going on here?" A voice questioned and both Dean and Castiel turned to the see the lady standing at the top of the stairs.
"Mother."
A/N: Yay, long chapter is long! I feel proud to write longer chapters! :D Makes me feel like it's actually getting somewhere xD Well, not much to say here except: WHY POSSESS CASTIEL! D: I don't know-sue my brain, it decided the outcome. xD
Well, until next time!
*salutes*
