This is the first chapter of a few really short chapters that could all go into one chapter but for the sake of trying to have some suspense. There's three. All of which will be posted today, so do not fret (^.^)
'Wait, wait, hold up a second,' Dean said eyeing the haunted building. 'In case this, uh, hex stuff doesn't work, do we have a plan B?'
'A plan B?' huffed Bobby. Sam shrugged. 'Come on boy, you're not just scared you're going to get beat on by a girl again are you?'
'Let's just do this,' Dean sighed, grabbing his duffle bag from the Impala. Bobby and Sam walked into the apartment building. 'I didn't get beat up by a girl. She was a poltergeist, she has powers and stuff,' he argued to no one before he followed suit into the building.
The building was mostly quiet during the day. Adrianne had told them a time when most of the students who lived here were gone – free breakfast at eight am on Thursdays. When Dean entered, Sam and Bobby were out of sight, no doubt going straight to the delegated tasks. Dean pulled the little hex bags from his duffle and held his shotgun in the other hand. Dean walked quietly and slowly up the stairs.
He hadn't got up even a flight of stairs when a hand clenched down on his shoulder. Dean swung around shotgun ready and about to fire.
'Sh, jesu – Sammy.' Dean lowered his gun. 'Don't do that!'
'What are you doing Dean?'
'What am I doing? What are you doing!' Dean panted, trying to recover his composure.
'Bobby needs you in the basement. He's having trouble with a hex bag. He just called me to tell you to answer your phone and help him.'
'Me? Why didn't he want you to help hi-' Dean cut himself off. If Bobby wanted Dean and not Sam, then he needed to say something without Sam hearing. 'Er, right. I'll go to the basement. You go…out some hex bags somewhere.'
Dean squeezed past Sam on the stair case and the weird look he was giving his no doubt suspicious brother. He walked down the stairs quickly, not entirely bothering about noise this time towards the basement. Sam stood where he was, listening to Dean leave.
As soon as Sam couldn't hear Dean's footsteps and as soon as he heard the door to the basement shut, Sam reached into his pocket and retrieved the hex bags and a lighter. With the flick of his lighter the hex bags went up in white smoke.
'I'm not leaving this apartment,' whispered Sam's voice with an echo of another in his body.
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