XxXxX Chapter Two XxXxX
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Tru rushed through the morgue's double doors, already out of breath from her rewind morning. She stopped for a moment to regain her composure before going to the locker from the night before and pulling it open. It wasn't until she saw the empty slab that her tense body relaxed as she re-closed the door.
"This is normal," Tru pep-talked herself as she ran a ragged hand through her hair. "At least for me this is normal. Body asks for help, I rewind to save them. Why is this time different?" She chewed on her thumbnail as she began pacing in front of the now empty cooler.
"Tru?"
Tru jumped out of her musings and spun around, breathing out her relief at the sight of Davis in front of her, a confused look on his face. "What are you doing here?"
Tru shot a look of disbelief at Davis before he nodded his head in understanding. "So, I'm guessing we're having a repeat day?"
Tru rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest in annoyance. "It's funny you should say we."
Davis tilted his head to the side, his face scrunching up in confusion as Tru ambled up to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him with her into his office. She sat him down in his chair and grabbed the extra stool, sitting down eye to eye with him. "Davis, before I explain, I need to ask you if anybody has come into the morgue today? Anybody strange?"
Davis shook his head his head in the negative and watched as Tru leaned back in relief. "Ok, Tru. What's going on? Did something happen with Jack?"
Tru brushed away the idea as she stood up, rubbing at her tense neck as she spoke with him. "I hate to say this, but Jack would be easy to handle at this point. At least I know what his tricks are. This has me stumped."
"What exactly has you stumped? Come on, Tru, maybe I can help you figure this out," Davis reasoned, giving Tru his full attention.
Tru sat back down in her seat, leaning forward to look Davis in the eye. "It all started last night, when Carl brought in an animal attack victim," Tru explained, retaking her seat in an effort to get everything straightened out. "Right after we finished checking him in, you left…"
"Wait, I left?" Davis interrupted. "Tru, if you're reliving today then why was I here? I'm supposed to have tonight off."
"I wish I could tell you, Davis. You came in a little after the body was brought in and all you told me by way of explanation was that you'd had a bad night," she explained to him.
"But, I have a date tonight," Davis told her. "Ah man, what if it went badly? Should I just go ahead and cancel?"
"Davis, if I wasn't in a panic right now, I'd help you figure your date out, but I really need some help of my own on all of this," she told him, resting a hand on his shoulder. She waited until his attention was back on her, his small smile grim before continuing. "Now, you helped me prepare the body and then I made you leave again."
"Ok, got it. What happened next?" Davis asked, motioning her on.
"It was about an hour after you left, I was in the office getting caught up on the paperwork when this guy came into the morgue saying he was the body's brother," Tru recalled, tapping her fingers on her leg as she searched her mind for his name. "Um, Sam. The brother's name was Sam," Tru said, recalling the body using both of their names. "Anyways, I told him that I had to have him identify the body before we continued on with anything. While I was pulling the body out for identification, that Sam guy pulled a gun on me."
"Oh my god," Davis shouted, standing from his seat. "Tru are you ok? Did he shoot you?" Davis asked, leaning down to look her in the eyes.
"No, he didn't shoot me. I didn't see him even do it, but when I turned back around I had an eyeful of barrel," she told him. "To tell you the truth, I'm pretty sure he wasn't there to hurt me."
"What makes you think that?" Davis asked incredulous.
"Well, he told me he wouldn't. I mean, as crazy as it sounds he was really only there to steal his brother's body back," Tru said distractedly. "Of course, I started arguing with him."
"So, despite his warnings, you argued with a guy that had a gun." Davis surmised.
"I realize it was stupid, but for all I knew, this guy was some pervert that wanted a dead body that would be missed when the 'real' family came in the next morning. Of course, before the next morning could come, the body asked for help," Tru told him.
"Ok, and you rewound. So, tell me why is this so much more different than usual?" Davis asked.
"Well, normally the asking body only asks me for help," Tru told him. At his blank stare she raised her eyebrows, motioning circles with her hands. "This body asked the both of us for help. Which could very well mean that we both rewound."
Davis narrowed his eyes, trying to follow where she was going before it dawned on him. "Wait, are you sure the body asked you and his brother for help?"
"I'm sure, Davis. He said my name first and then said his brother's name before reaching out and grabbing both of our arms. And it wasn't just a passing thing, Sam heard it and stared at me in shock as he rewound away from me," Tru explained.
"Ok, well, the only way to approach this is to think smart about it. Especially considering that's it possible that Jack's aware of all of this," Davis explained to her. He sat back down at his desk and booted up his computer, clicking into the online records. "Did you happen to get the victim's name?"
Tru looked faraway, immediately recalling first talking to Sam in the hallway.
"Um, can I help you?" Tru asked.
Sam turned around, his face splotchy with tears. "Uh, yeah actually. My brother's body was brought in here earlier. Dean Winchester?"
"His name was Dean Winchester," Tru said, taking a seat next to Davis as he typed in the name. "I'm sorry, but that's the only information I managed to get about him."
"We've managed on less information before," Davis reassured her, as he waited for the results to show on the screen. "Ok, bad news is that there are several hits under that name," Davis told her.
Tru looked down the list of Dean Winchesters, scanning their birthdates as she went. "This guy looked like he was in his late twenties, had blondish brown hair and a tattoo near his collarbone." Tru watched as Davis typed in the new information. Her face softened at the diminished results. "I guess that you'll have to go on family history. Our Dean Winchester has a brother named Sam."
Davis nodded his head as he clicked into one of the results, his features softening as he read the page. "I think this is him. Born in Lawrence, Kansas on January 24, 1979. Mother is Mary Winchester, deceased. Father is John Winchester, deceased. Has one brother, Sam Winchester, also born in Lawrence, Kansas on May 2, 1983," Davis read aloud.
"Ok, good, that's gotta be him," Tru stated, getting up from her seat and walking around the desk. "I guess I should go find him, then." Tru gave Davis a small smile before grabbing her coat and walking out of the office.
"Whoa, wait, this can't be him," Davis shouted. He waited while Tru came back into the office before pointing to the information on the computer screen that had caught his attention. Tru looked down at the screen, her eyes widening as the word DECEASED splashed across from the word status.
"Wait, how can that be? This has got to be him," Tru muttered.
"As much as it seems to fit, it's impossible," Davis told her. "This Dean Winchester died on February 21, 2008 with his brother Sam. Some sort of a helicopter accident, so it says," Davis read. "Actually, they died while under arrest."
Tru slumped back into her seat, exhaustion showing on her face. "Ok, so what do I do now? Not only am I not sure where to find this guy, but I think that I had a passenger on my rewind. Where should I go from here if…?"
"She works here, can you help me or not?" Tru heard being shouted in the hallway. She looked over at Davis who shrugged at her quizzical expression before he got up from his seat and walked towards the shouting. She could vaguely make out Carl speaking softly before Davis got to them.
"Sir, can I help you?" Tru heard Davis say as she got up and edged as close to the door as she could.
"I need to speak to the girl that was working here last night…er the girl that's working tonight," he pack peddled to correct himself. "Um, I think her name was something like Faith. No wait, maybe Tru? Yeah, definitely Tru."
Davis looked over his shoulder at his office door before turning back to the panicked man in front of him. "And can I ask what this is about?"
Sam followed Davis' gaze to the office door, his stare lingering at the office for anything to happen. "Sir?" Davis asked again.
"Is she in there?" Sam asked. "Please, I really need to talk to her," he begged. Davis let out a deep breath and nodded his head. "Alright, Carl, would you please give us a moment?"
"Yeah, sure. I was gonna head down to the café for some breakfast anyways." He looked from his boss to the man in front of him and held his hand up to his ear as he walked backwards away from them. "Call me if you need me."
Davis nodded his head and waited until he had left and the double doors shut behind him. "Ok, he's gone. Now, maybe you can tell me what you want with Tru?"
"Davis, I think I can handle it from here," Tru spoke up behind him. Sam looked up at her voice, his face relaxing at the sight of her leaving the office.
"You're Tru, right?" Sam asked, brushing past Davis and walking towards her.
Tru held up her hands, halting him from coming any closer as she remembered the gun that he had been wielding the previous night. "I am. And you would be Sam."
"Ok, so you know who I am?" Sam asked her, pointing at himself.
"Yeah, I do…" Tru began, letting out a deep breath as she turned and took a seat on the old couch behind her. She leaned over on her knees as she thought about how to explain all of this.
"So, this is great," Sam began, his voice clouded with sarcasm. "You do remember me. From last night…" Sam trailed off, running a hand through his shaggy hair. "What the hell is going on?"
"Look, I really wish I knew how to explain what's going on." Tru told him, trying to shake herself out of her stupor.
Sam paced in front of her for a moment, looking back at Davis' nonchalant expression and back at the calm girl in front of him. "I gotta ask, why do I get the feeling that none of this is bizarre to you?"
"What do you mean?" Tru asked, her mind more focused on coming up with an explanation for him rewinding with her than answering his questions.
"What I mean is that my brother was dead and then all of a sudden, he's not and I'm waking up to the morning before. The morning that I've already lived. I mean, this doesn't just happen to…" Sam shouted. He looked over at her, his eyes widening in realization as he pulled a metal flask from his back pocket. He opened it quickly and sprayed her with it's contents.
"Whoa, wait, what the hell?" Tru yelled, jumping up from the couch.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Davis yelled behind him, rushing up to Tru.
Sam's face lightened as he watched his Holy Water just soak into her clothes. "What the hell is the matter with you?" She yelled at him, as Davis handed her a paper towel.
"Dude, I know you told me to wait in the hallway, but I heard yelling so…" Tru heard in from the double doors. She looked away from her wet clothes to see her corpse, standing in the doorway, his face scrunched in confusion as he looked from her to his brother still holding a flask in his hand.
"Dude, did you just throw Holy Water on her?" Dean asked.
"That was Holy Water?" Davis asked in disbelief. "What the hell did you think she was? And what are you supposed to be? Buffy?"
Sam rolled his eyes, completely ignoring his questions as his brother let out a soft chuckle at his expense. "Dean, can you please go back downstairs, I'll be down in just a minute," Sam asked him, not wanting to explain to his brother what was going on.
"And miss this? Pass. Besides, I'd rather stay with you and make sure you don't put a round of rocksalt into this lovely girl next," Dean said, fully entering the morgue. "Besides, you still haven't told me why the morgue was our first stop today." Dean said, not even looking at his brother as he sent a cocky grin in Tru's direction. "You know, white goes see through when it's wet," he said, pointing to her top that was now revealing a pink bra underneath.
"Yes, well, I didn't come into work today expecting to be a contestant in a wet t-shirt contest," Tru explained to him.
"I like her," Dean smiled at his brother. "Maybe we can come back for the stripper pole later on," he said aloud. "Right now, we kinda have to get a move on, because of that thing we have to take care of before I…" Dean began, finishing his statement with his hands.
"Before you what? Die?" Tru asked.
Sam threw his arms in the air, while the smile on Dean's face faded away. "Sam, give me that Holy Water, I'm gonna try this again," he said, his face set in a serious tone. He looked over at his brother's head nudging him towards the door, his eyebrows shooting up. Holding up his hand to Tru and Davis, he grabbed his brother's arm, spinning his around so that their backs were facing Tru and Davis. "Sam, please tell me she isn't the reason we're here."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked, looking back over his shoulder at Tru's curious gaze.
"That girl. Did somebody give you some sort of information that leads you to think she can get me out of my deal?" Dean hissed at him, jabbing a thumb in Tru's direction.
"Excuse me, but what deal?" Tru asked, surprising Dean with how close she had gotten without them noticing.
Sam rolled his eyes as he turned back around, releasing a frustrated breath. "Nobody gave me any information, Dean. But, based on some weird stuff that's going down, I'm pretty sure we're gonna need her to help save you."
Author's Note: TA-DA!! Nah, it's not that serious. However, the second chapter is done and up and I hope that everyone likes it. Also, I know for a fact that anybody that reads this story, likes it, is a true Supernatural fan…IS GOING TO TUNE IN TOMORROW NIGHT FOR THE FOURTH SEASON PREMIERE!! Can't wait!!