Climbing Up The Walls
Chapter Three: Playing with T-n-T
By: kripke's keepers
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"Dean." The voice was cloudy, almost a whisper. "Dean."
Dean moaned lowly and rolled his head slowly up from his chest. He looked around him and saw a simple loft with a wide open living room, kitchen, and dining room. There were five doors leading out of the room.
"Dean?" Sam whispered again.
"Mm. What?" He asked, putting his head back too fast and hitting it on Sam's.
"Ow!" Sam hissed, pulling his head forward.
"Where are we?" Dean asked blearily as he blinked to clear his vision.
"We're in the top of the sorority house. Tyler and Tosh's loft." Sam said angrily.
"What?" Dean tried to turn around and look at his brother. "Shit." He muttered, turning back around.
"I blame you." Sam said darkly, slumping over and making a face at the situation.
"What? Why?"
"Well, they're just sorority girls. What can they possibly do?" Sam mocked.
"Whatever. I don't even remember how we got here." Sam snorted slightly.
"What do you remember?"
"We drove from the hotel, got to the parking lot, parked the Impala, and walked up the stairs."
"And then you walked right into Tyler's hand with the chloroform cloth in it." Sam said in monotone.
"Dammit. What is it with British girls?"
"Well if it makes you feel better, they didn't think I was a big enough threat to take out so I had to carry you up the stairs." Sam said in a sarcastically happy voice. Dean laughed quietly.
"Aw, thanks Sammy." Dean gushed. "Now that we've had that tender moment, can we figure out how to get out of this?"
"Uh, Dean..." Dean turned with a terribly angry expression on his face.
"What?" He looked up and saw Sam standing in front of him.
"That was really easy." Sam said quizzically, looking at the ropes in his hands. Dean shrugged and pulled his hands free from the ropes that tied them.
"They didn't take your knife though, so yeah it was easy but-" Sam cut him off.
"No, Dean. I didn't use my knife. It was tied like shoestrings." Dean's brow wrinkled.
"You let me sit there tied up while you didn't notice the knot was tied like a shoestring?" Dean demanded to know, glaring at his brother as he looked around.
"Says the guy who walked right into a trap." Sam said, looking around for something to use as a weapon.
"Oh! I'll bet that you jus-" Dean started before the overhead light turned on and half blinded them.
"Wow." Tyler said as she stood in one of the doorways. "You guys bicker a lot." Tosh was leaning next to her doorway in her own.
"Just like a married couple." The brunette tossed in. Tyler laughed and shook her head.
"Actually, I was just thinking they sounded a lot like us." Tosh snorted and they both started laughing.
"You know," Tosh started as she walked towards the kitchen, "you guys are really bad hunters." Tyler stopped laughing and shot Tosh a look.
"I'm sorry about that. No, you guys aren't really bad hunters. You just screwed our mission all to hell." The blonde walked past the Winchesters and into the living room, plopping down onto the couch. "You should probably go now. Your weapons are in your Impala."
"We didn't mess up your mission." Dean replied absently, looking back and forth between the two girls. Sam was sliding slowly toward the front door, his eyes on Tosh as she fixed coffee. She looked up at him sharply and smiled, pushing her wavy hair from her eyes.
"You might want to unlock the door before you run through it." Tyler tossed to them, sitting up and looking at them over the top of the couch. "See you around, Winchesters." She twiddled her fingers in a sarcastic wave as the boys went through the door and down the stairs.
Dean muttered curses all the way down the stairs. Sam just followed him quietly, his frustration with himself internal.
"I can't believe they got the drop on us!" Dean yelled, getting into the Impala and slamming the door. Sam got in the Impala more gently and shut the door before looking at his brother.
"On you." Sam said quietly.
"What?" Dean asked, speeding down the road towards the motel.
"They got the drop on you." Sam said like he didn't want to repeat himself. He knew this was going to start an argument.
Dean started to say something then stopped several times, glancing at Sam. He finally gritted his teeth and shook his head.
"I'm not talking to you anymore." He said, turning on the radio and turning the volume up all the way. Sam sighed and shook his head, pretending not to notice that Dean was embarrassed about getting beaten by girls. He wondered absently if Dean knew he was acting like a seven year old. Sam had a smile on his face the whole way to the motel.
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Tyler pushed herself off the couch and leaned on the window seat, looking out the window as the Impala screeched by, Dean taking the turn onto Oak Street dangerously fast. Tyler glanced over at her friend, accepting the coffee that Tosh handed her.
"So…" Tyler started, leaning against the window and tucking her legs underneath herself on the window seat. Tosh looked over at her hesitantly, not liking the look on the blonde's face.
"So?"
"We need to do some research on them." She glanced back out the window again before turning back around. "Real research." Tosh snorted in agreement.
"Yeah. Though messing up a few of their hunts would make me feel really good." The brunette said nastily, pursing her lips. Tyler shook her head then wished she hadn't.
"That wouldn't solve anything and you know it." The blonde held her hand against her forehead and took a deep gulp of her coffee, relishing the warmth burning its way down to her stomach. "You'd just make a mess of things like they did and then innocent people would still get hurt." The brunette nodded, downing her cup of coffee.
"Well," she said as she wiped the corners of her mouth, "I don't really care right now. I just want some pain killers." She got up and took the medicine bottle from the cabinet, pulling out three tablets and breaking one in half. Tyler walked up and took one and a half pills, popping them into her mouth and taking a swig of coffee as Tosh did the same.
"Ugh." Tyler moaned, rubbing her sides as she walked towards her room. "I've got a class at ten tomorrow." She glanced at her watch. "Later today." She grinned over at Tosh. "'Night."
"'Night, Ty." Tosh yawned, pushing her hair back from her face and grimacing slightly at the hardened chunks of hair. "Damn blood." Tosh muttered, hearing the shower turn on. She sighed and went to the kitchen sink, dunking her head under the faucet.
"Damn one bathroom." She mumbled, scrubbing her head gently as the water ran red, then pink. "Damn Winchesters." She hissed as she got water in her eyes. "I hate the Winchesters." She grabbed the dishrag and tied her hair up in it, squeezing the water from her locks.
"Especially Dean." She mumbled, biting her lip to keep from feeling the pressure of that kiss as she sauntered into her room and shut the door.
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Sam awoke to Dean clacking furiously away on the laptop's keyboard. He looked at the clock on the bedside table and grimaced, rubbing his eyes.
"Dean," he asked, sitting up and propping up on his elbows, "why are you awake at 8 o'clock in the morning?" He asked sleepily, clearing his throat to relieve the scratchiness. He calculated how fast he should move by the injuries he had gotten the night before.
"You ask that like it's not a reasonable time to be awake." Dean commented, reaching for his coffee and taking a deep gulp, seemingly in no pain from the spirit last night.
"It's not." Sam slid to sit up against the headboard. "Have you been drinking?" Sam asked, looking hard at his brother. Dean snorted.
"No, you ass." Dean said dismissively, waving Sam's statement away with a quick flick of his fingers. "I've been doing research on those two." He rubbed his jaw with the back of his hand and pointed at the screen. "I haven't been able to find much, but what I do know is that they went to MIT the same time that Ash did." Dean looked over at his brother with a giant smile. "This is the connection."
"You look a little nuts right now, Dean." Sam said, rising from the bed and shuffling towards the bathroom in his boxers and t-shirt. He glanced at his brother whose shirt was rumpled and whose hair was sticking out all over the place. "I can smell your breath from here." Sam muttered, closing the door behind him.
"You'd go nuts too if you were trying to get information on these two." Dean called, leaning back in the chair and reaching for a candy bar. He pulled off the wrapper and took a bite in one swift motion as he stared at the computer screen like the fault belonged to it. Sam exited the bathroom and stared at his brother again.
"Why does it matter so much to you?" Sam asked, wiping his hands on a towel and tossing it over his shoulder.
"Because." Dean said, clearing his throat and flipping open his cell phone. Sam chuckled and shook his head.
"You're just mad that they got the drop on you and now you're obsessed." Sam tossed to him as he pulled on a pair of jeans. Dean shook his head and glanced out the window at the sunlight.
"It's not that." Dean said softly. Sam glanced over at him. "There's just something about them that rubs me the wrong way." Sam raised his eye brows as he tried not to laugh and shook his head.
"Well, are we calling Ash, or what?" Sam asked as he sat back down on the bed, leaning up against the pillows.
"That's my boy." Dean said, walking over and sitting on the bed across from Sam's. "Those two are nothing but trouble and I am going to get to the bottom of this." Dean muttered half to himself as he listened to the sound of the phone ringing. There was a click and a rustle and a small grunt.
"Hello?" Ash's voice was thick with sleep. Dean glanced at Sam and pretended not to notice him dozing off against the headboard.
"Hey, Ash, it's Dean. I need some info on those two hunters in Boston. Tyler and Tosh." Ash mumbled something incoherent and Dean heard the phone hit the floor. The sound of sniffing filled the speaker and a scraping sound filtered into Dean's ear. "Ash?"
"Ash?" Lenny's voice was lilted in questioning. The sniffing sound filled the speaker again. "Uno, stop it." There was a scrape and Dean heard faint breathing.
"Hello?" Dean inquired, putting the call on speaker phone.
"Haha. Is this the Winchesters?" Dean glanced at Sam who blinked sleepily at Dean's nudge.
"It might be. So what's wrong with Ash?" Lenny laughed.
"He's had tee many martoonies." She giggled and Dean heard sniffing again. "Uno, he doesn't want to talk to you. Dean is busy. Busy, busy, busy."
"Well if he's drunk, do you think you can tell us something?" Sam asked sleepily. Lenny's laugh was warm.
"Sure, sure."
"What do you know about the hunters Tyler and Tosh?" Dean asked, almost holding his breath as he waited for a response.
"Uhhhh..." There was the sound of typing and then silence for a few seconds. "Nothing." Lenny's voice sounded disappointed. "There's nothing on them. Well... I mean, not nothing but what there is, there isn't a lot of."
"Whatever you've got is a big help." Dean said excitedly, pulling a pen and pad of paper from the desk onto his lap. "Go ahead."
"Well, Tyler a.k.a. Theresa Jane Beckett is a native to Glastonbury, England, comes from a really wealthy family, and used to be a debutante." Lenny snorted with laugher. "You should see this dress... Anyways... Family includes a deceased father, three older brothers, and a grandmother. No word on her mother, assumed to be deceased." Dean nodded slightly to himself as he jotted these facts down, biting his lip in concentration.
"What about the other one?"
"Tosh a.k.a. Natasha Marie Banks was born and raised in good ol' San Antonio, Texas! Yee haw!" Lenny's voice was thick with an exaggerated Southern accent. "Lost her mother in some sort of robbery, left with a father, no siblings. There's less on her than on Tyler." There was a sound of a scanner and a printer went off somewhere in the background. "I'm sending you guys some stuff. This is all I can do for you."
"Thanks Lenny." Sam said as Dean handed him the phone to check the laptop for the e-mail. The girl laughed highly and sighed slightly.
"No worries, Sammikins. Toodles!" There was a click as the line went dead and Sam closed the phone, walking over to where Dean sat staring at the laptop screen.
"So what did you get?" Sam asked as he leaned over the back of the chair and locked his eyes on the screen.
"Not too much, but I did get a little more on that Tosh girl. I've got a court case for the father where they wondered if it was him that did the knifing of her mom. Charges were dropped and almost eight years later, there's an obituary for the guy." He glanced over at Sam who looked at him.
"You think demons maybe?" Dean shrugged.
"There's always something that pulls people into this business." Dean said quietly and scrolled down. Sam pointed at something halfway down.
"Look. A school newspaper article about two students from MIT locked in the library over the weekend and how they survived the time." He scanned the article quickly, eyes flashing over the lines. "See? 'The MIT library has always been said to be haunted by a campus ghost, a nasty little spirit who likes to knock over books and turn off computers in the midst of work, but these two girls only smile and shake their heads over this story. Theresa, a Fine Arts major, said "It was nothing like others said it would be, just cold, dark, and uncomfortable."'" Dean looked over at him and laughed slightly.
"Well damn." He leaned back in the chair as Sam stood up and stretched his arms over his head.
"Well now we know a little more about our hunter friends." Dean snorted slightly and Sam shrugged. "Alright. Other hunters. The next step is to gather some more information on these disappearances." He walked over to the bed and sat down, pulling on socks and shoes as Dean did the same.
"Right. Sounds good." Dean said tiredly, rubbing his eyes slightly. He jumped up from the chair and shook away the tiredness. He turned to Sam with an awake look on his face. "Come on, Sammy. These co-eds need our help!"
Dean grabbed his jacket and walked out the door, filled with energy. Sam sighed slightly and rubbed his face, trying to erase the lines of worry that had been there since he had woken up. He stood and followed his brother, easing the door shut gently.
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"You'll never believe who I just talked to." Lenny sang into her headset as she shut Ash's cell phone. A warm laugh filtered into the girl's ears.
"Hm. Let me guess. They wanted information on us, didn't they?" Tyler's voice was a balance between annoyance and curiosity.
"Yep yep." Lenny said as she bounced up and down in her computer chair, spinning around and around, feeling her eyes crossing as she did.
"Well, hunters do share a lot of the same ideas." Tosh admitted, the twang in her voice slightly more pronounced since she was tired. "So what's the story, morning glory?"
"Here's the tale, nightingale." Lenny said musically, slamming her hands down onto her desk to stop herself from spinning. She laughed giddily for a few seconds before she started typing. "Hm. Hm. Hm!" Tyler laughed.
"What's so interesting?"
"Hm. There's an article here about Sam's house burning down a little while ago and his girlfriend was trapped inside." Tyler made a small, sad noise before Lenny continued. "Apparently, he lost his mother in a fire too... and father John Winchester hasn't been heard from in a while, possibly deceased." Tyler was silent, but Tosh spoke up.
"So, what about the other one?" Her voice was half worry for Tyler's reaction to the news about Sam and half intense curiosity about Dean.
"Hn. He has been a very bad boy." Lenny said mischievously. "He's in the FBI database for several murders and attempted murders of young women." Tosh snorted.
"Knew he was one messed up son of a gun." She said, probably shaking her head, or so Lenny thought.
"Indeed. You knew and still you wonder." Lenny said cryptically.
"What?" Tosh asked, confused.
"Nothing, nothing." She shook out her hair and pulled the headset from her head. "Laters." She said into the mouthpiece. Both of the female hunters said goodbye and hung up.
Lenny pulled up hard on the laptop charger cord and trotted over to the bar, hopping onto a stool and patting the one next to her. Uno jumped up and put his paws on the bar.
"Back off, flea bag." Ellen muttered good-naturedly, pulling a gasp from Lenny.
"You be nice to my Uno." She said, stroking his head absently and running her fingers over his ears, much to his delight. She stared at the rings on the bar left from the last rush of hunters and let them bring her back to another time.
She stared at the rings on the coffee table and sighed, rubbing futilely with a rag soaked in walnut furniture polish.
"Lenora, those aren't coming out and you know it." Her father tossed to her as she sighed. She nodded and stood, working the kinks out of her legs and smiling at her mother.
"You want to come and help me set the table?" Her mother asked even though she had already taken the silverware and began laying it out.
"You think they'll like me?" She asked her mother softly, smoothing down her straight, long cinnamon colored hair nervously. Her mother smiled warmly.
"Yes, I do. I think they'll love you, Lenora." Her mother cupped her face softly as she wrinkled her freckled nose. They both jumped when they heard a crash in the kitchen. "Andrew?" Her mother called, going towards the door and freezing in terror at what she saw.
"Mom, what is it?" She asked, stepping up to see their neighbor Greg hacking at her father's limp body with a butcher's cleaver. His head snapped up and his eyes flashed black at the two of them as he grinned, his mouth running with blood.
"Mm. You're next." He growled in a voice not his own as he launched himself at them. She screamed as her mother shoved her out of the way and took the chop intended for her. Her mother's eyes filled with shock as she fell against the doorframe.
"Lenora." Her mother gasped. "Run." She slid down and fell under another blow and lay motionless as Greg chopped again and again.
"Lenny?" Ash's voice called from the front door as he entered the house with two lovely girls following him.
"Happy Thanksgiving." The three of them called, looking around for the parents. The blonde girl caught sight of her and her face became troubled.
"Lenny?" She walked over. "What's wrong?" She turned and gasped, grabbing Lenny and shoving her towards Ash as the brunette girl ran up beside her. She reached in her pocket and withdrew a flask, pulling off the top and tossing its contents onto Greg.
"AH!" The thing inside Greg hissed. "You stupid girl. This is all your fault, you know." It spat at them as the two girls advanced on the creature. The brunette started chanting in Latin as the blonde held the creature at sword point to keep it from moving. It howled as black smoke flew from Greg's mouth and his body fell limp onto the floor, cleaver falling to skitter across the bloody kitchen floor, blood gushing out of his body as he died.
"Lenny?" Ash asked, turning her face to look into her eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked. She smiled slightly, feeling a weird emptiness inside her head. She looked over at the two girls who were looking at each other sadly.
"This isn't your fault." She said, her hair sliding into her eyes. "You saved me." They looked at her sadly and both looked away. "Who are you?"
"I'm Tyler." The blonde said with a British accent as she brushed her bangs from her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Tosh." The brunette tossed to her. Lenny pulled herself from her brother's grip and started to walk towards them. She felt her knees buckle and heard her name being called as she fell into darkness. "Lenny? Lenny!"
"Lenny?" Ellen asked for the third time, snapping her fingers in front of the girl's face. She suddenly blinked her blue-gray eyes and smiled a giant, crooked, empty smile at Ellen.
"You really should have knocked. The doorbell's broken." She said lightly in a tinkling voice as she hugged her little white schnauzer close to her body, receiving a lick on the cheek from him. Ellen shook her head with a half smile and ruffled the girl's choppy tangerine locks.
"You are one strange chickadee." She motioned over at the mulleted mass on the pool table. "Will you get him off the table? I've got a couple of people that want to play." Lenny turned and smiled at her brother's sleeping form.
"Sure thing, boss lady." She said brightly as she slid from the barstool, her bare feet dancing her across the floor and leaping to land her on top of her brother who groaned. "Rise and shine!" Lenny sang, throwing back her head and screaming joyously. Ellen laughed and turned back to the dishes with a smile on her face as the hunters sitting at the bar shifted slightly away from the strange, howling girl.
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"So, you're boy toy is a killer of humans. Nice." Tyler tossed to her roommate, pushing her red-framed glasses higher onto her nose. Tosh stuck out her tongue.
"He's not my anything, you jerk, and you know it." She tossed her hair over her shoulder and took a bite of the sub sitting in front of her on the table.
"Alas, I do know and I still deign to tease you about it." Tyler grinned wickedly and stood, stretching and scratching her stomach through her overly large sweater. "What I also know is that the Winchesters are not good news." Tosh snorted.
"That's putting it a little lightly, don't you think?" She took another bite and chewed it slowly. Tyler shrugged and pulled her curly hair into a ponytail.
"Who cares?" She blinked her green eyes a few times to clear them and glanced at the clock on the microwave. "What I want to know is why the hell I'm awake before ten in the morning... Two hours of sleep, my ass..." She shuffled back into her 'den' and shut the door behind her. Tosh sighed and stood, brushing crumbs from her clothes as she walked into her room and into the adjoining sink area of the bathroom.
"I care." She said, brushing the crumbs from the corners of her mouth. "I care so much that I think that we should just avoid talking to them at all costs." Tyler was sitting in her computer chair at her desk and she spun around in a circle a few times before shrugging and turning back to her laptop.
"Whatever you think is best." She said, leaning close to the screen to inspect a picture, the light reflecting off of the lenses of her glasses.
"It's settled then." Tosh agreed, glancing at herself in the mirror and choosing to ignore the worry lines around her mouth as she went back into the living room.
From then on, whenever Tyler or Tosh saw Sam or Dean around town, they avoided them, turning and walking in the other direction or completely ignoring them. Several times the boys would go visit the victims of the suspected shape shifter crimes only to find out that Agent Tango and Agent Cash had already been there. The tension came to a head almost a week and half after the feud had started when Tosh took the last slice of apple pie from the bakery and ate it outside the window as Dean was forced to watch in silence.
"I can't take it anymore." Dean suddenly burst out as he stared at the bad wallpaper in the motel room a few days after the pie incident. Sam jumped, startled, and looked at his brother.
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked, putting his research aside.
"This game we're playing with them." Dean shook his head. "It's pissing me off. If they've got a problem, they can either say something and shut the hell up or suck it up and shut the hell up." He paced the room and shook his head.
"Maybe they don't want to do either of those things, Dean." Sam said mysteriously as he turned his attention back to his research. Dean shook his head.
"No. No." He grabbed his coat. "I'm done with this. If they want to play dirty, then we can play dirty too." He strode out the door.
Play dirty… Sam thought as he stood and pictured the looks that Tyler gave him whenever they did see each other, like she wanted to eat him alive and that he would enjoy it. He suppressed a shudder and followed his brother, slightly excited and worried at what would happen next.
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A/N: Play dirty… tee hee. Oh… eh… yeah.
Anyways, this is a little more insight on our character Lenny, so we hope you liked that! Also, this has a little more background info and the rest you'll just have to learn about. This chapter is a little short, but the next chapter well makes up for it, trust us.
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Peace.
- kripke's keepers