Chapter Nine

Tommy plunged the knife into the bed missing Dean my fractions of an inch, that he wouldn't have missed at all had Autumn not pushed him away. Dean rolled off the bed and was behind Tommy before the clerk knew what had happened. Autumn dove for the knife while Dean wrapped the guy in a bear hug pulling him away from Autumn. With the knife safely out of the nutcase's hands it was time to cue his great grandma.

"Pathetic." the spirit tsked. "I give you one minor task and you can't even do that."

"Dean, lock him in the bathroom." Autumn ordered ignoring the spirit. Tommy was bucking and kicking trying to break free of Dean's grip.

"Yea, doll, easier said than done." he answered struggling to keep his hold on the man. Autumn ripped open the bathroom door and manhandled the two men toward it.

"She'll kill us all!" Tommy screamed.

"You first." Autumn wished. Dean let go of the bellhop, letting the man crash to the ground before shutting the door. Wasn't a lot of options in locking it from the outside and the spirit was moving in on Autumn.

"You know how this is going to go down, love." the spirit said. Dean moved to plant himself in front of Autumn but wasn't surprised when she sidestepped him going for the duffle bag under the bed, holding all their weapons.

"If I go down I'm taking you with me, darlin'." Autumn promised extracting a rocksalt loaded gun and cocking it.

Athena pulled herself out of the grave letting Sam down to work through the concrete. He busted through it with skilled ease honed from years of hunting. She passed down the salt and lighter fluid which he generously soaked the corpse with. She offered him a hand up, her cell phone sitting not far off still playing their siblings battle out like an old radio show.

"Light her up." he said picking the matches up from the ground. Athena smirked viciously striking the match.

"Bye-bye !" she chirped dropping the flame.

"What do we do with him?" Dean asked jerking his head toward the bathroom door. Whimpers were being emitted from under it. Autumn wiped her brow with the back of her hand smearing the thin trail of blood where she'd cracked her head on the table minutes before.

"Leave him." she answered. "We need to get packed up." Dean agreed with the flight plan. It didn't take long, even if they hadn't followed normal procedures with most everything else, they'd kept their belongings together incase of the need for fleeing.

"How's your head?" he asked tucking away their weapons while she crammed a few discarded garments into one of their bags.

"I've had worse." she dismissed his concern.

"Next time I'm not leaving the building." he swore.

"I was thinking more like not leaving the room." Autumn zipped the duffle bag swinging it over her shoulder.

"Catch." he tossed her, her cell phone. The call had been ended and she tucked it in her pocket. "Take that on out I'll be there in a minute." he instructed and she didn't hesitate to follow orders.

Dean took another sweep of the room making sure they hadn't forgotten anything, wishing he could get into the bathroom to check there too. He removed the kitchen knife from between the mattresses, where Autumn had stashed it, and wiped down the handle. The room would be easily repaired, and one day, after this was just the final mysterious stage of an old legend surrounding some fishy murders, no one would be able to tell anything had ever happened here.

"Just my luck though," he sighed picking up the last bag. "My honeymoon ends in a showdown." Autumn was leaning against the Impala when he got outside. She was holding a compact out in front of herself doing a spit clean on her blood streaked forehead.

"When we get away we should call help for Pinhead." she said looking away from her reflection.

"We'll call before we leave Sam and Athena's motel room." he agreed tossing his bags into the trunk.

"Gonna go them packed up?" she asked opening the door.

"Yea, when they get a look at that room someone will want to talk to us."

Athena ran through the door tackling her sister. The two hugged for a long moment tears threatening to spill from Athena's eyes before she pulled away and hit her sister.

"I swear you ever do something like that again I'll make you wish the ghostie got you!" Autumn laughed at her little sister.

"No you won't." Dean interjected. "Because I'll have already killed her by the time you get there, Teenie."

"You hear that Sammie?" Autumn grinned turning toward the younger Winchester. "They were worried."

"I wonder why?" he mocked.

"Oh, ya'll are party poopers." the red head sighed.

"I never pooped a party." Athena protested.

"Okay, Squirt. Why don't you help me load your guys crap into the Mustang." Athena plucked up her bag, Autumn taking Sam's, and followed her sister out to the cherry red Ford.

"You're still wearing the ring?" Athena asked nodding at her sister's hand.

"Not really thought about taking it off. Been a little busy."

"What'd you do with the kid?"

"Nothing, we're going to call him help on our way out."

"He's going to be in a straight jacket a while." Athena grinned opening the trunk.

"I always wanted one of those." Autumn remarked.

"A straight jacket or the nut job that goes in it?"

"The jacket, goof, but Santa never would bring one." Athena slugged her sister.

"Let's get the boys and go home."

A/N: You guys are awesome! The reviews coming in for Three Words Dean Don't Know are all so wonderful! Thanks for your support. We're done in Vegas though, I'd hoped to get a chance to work in an Elvis wannabe but oh well. This wasn't exactly what I wanted to write at all, but it looks like it worked. As always thanks and best of wishes! Sarah