Here it is. Chapter 6. Enjoy
Disclaimer: Still don't own the Winchesters... but one day... maybe... probably... aww
Chapter 6
Sam woke up in a sweat.
He glanced over at Dean's still sleeping form and let out a sigh. Not only was Dean going to torment him for the rest of his life about being beaten by a dead chick, it seemed his dreams weren't going to let him forget that night either.
Sam ran his fingers through his hair, pausing briefly on the large bump that had formed on the back of his head.
Fortunately the nausea inducing agony had been replaced by a dull ache that thudded quietly in the back of his head.
Dean stirred.
Sam glanced at his brother then decided to get up. He'd go grab a coffee. Dean would be up by the time he got back and hopefully he will have dropped the whole spirit thing.
The cool dawn air cleared Sam's head as he began the short walk to the coffee shop down the road.
In the distance a siren began a ghostly wail, quickly it was joined by more voices, taking up the mournful sound.
The sound grew in volume and Sam turned, trying to work out what direction the cars where coming from.
Quickly, three cars: two police and an ambulance sped past. Lights flashing and sirens blaring the vehicles raced down the street and out of town towards the cemetery.
Sam groaned this didn't look good, then doubled back to the motel to wake Dean.
Dean was already up and waiting with the Impala running.
"Hurry up Sammy and get your butt in the car."
Sam scrambled into the passenger seat as Dean pulled out of the hotel parking lot.
At the cemetery chaos ensued.
A small crowd of curious on lookers had gathered in the early morning light, those that had heard the commotion and just had to see what all the noise was about.
Dean pushed forwards into the crowd to ask what was going on.
"What happened here?" He asked a worried looking woman.
"That poor girl, Sophie Dickens, killed herself this morning. Right next to her friends grave."
The woman gave a small sigh. "Her poor family."
Dean pulled what he hoped was a comforting face, then left to find Sam again.
"Another girl" Sam said. Dean nodded and pulled Sam aside.
"Yeah, another of Taylor's friends. But this one was different."
Sam's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
"I don't think Black Agnes was involved."
Sam gave a small sigh. "I think you're right but… I don't think it was suicide." Sam led Dean back to the car. There was nothing they could do at the cemetery with so many people around.
"So, what do you think it is smart-ass?" Dean asked his brother.
"Ok, so at the moment they're saying that she killed herself. I overheard someone say that she'd cut her own throat. But where's the weapon? Yeah, there was a knife but the blade had been buried. Who has the strength to bury a knife after cutting their own throat? Plus, the knife didn't have any blood on it."
Dean nodded taking it all in. "Do you think Kim did it? The girl was found on Kim's grave. Maybe Kim blames her friends for her death?"
"It's possible" Sam agreed. "She could be going after them. We'll have to stop her."
Dean pulled a face. "Dude, this is gunna be gross! That body's only been buried for one day".
"Yeah, well at least the ground should still be soft." Sam offered. "But we can't do it now, and we have no way of knowing who she's going to go after next. That's if she decides to go after someone else."
Dean looked at Sam in mock horror. "What if she mistakes you for a girl and tries to kill you next." He made to grab Sam who quickly pulled himself out of his brother's grasp.
"Cut it out Dean, it wasn't funny the first time. It won't be funny the one millionth time".
Dean laughed and shook his head. "It'll be funny 'til we're old Sammy…or at least until you get a haircut." He walked back to the car and got in. "You coming Samantha?"
"I don't believe it."
"What??" Questioned Dean walking over to where Sam sat.
"I found her. Agnes Matthews, died at the age of twenty-one after committing suicide. It has a picture of both her and her boy…"
Dean looked at the screen over Sam's shoulder. "Holy crap. That guy could be you." Dean smirked at Sam. "Is there something you should tell me?"
Sam elbowed Dean away. "Dude, for that to be me I'd have to be over a hundred years old. Jerk."
"Well I guess that's why she went after you. She must of mistaken you for her fiancé." Dean looked crushed. "Not fair Sammy. That girl stuff was gold."
Sam looked smug. "What can I say… she came after me 'cos I'm so damn handsome."
Well, there isn't much more. But what IS left is coming soon. Hope you're enjoying. Read, review, it keeps me going. lol
Hayles
