The Beast Within

-Chapter 5-

(Still 6 months earlier)

Dean turned round and round and round, but his little brother was positively not there anymore.
He wondered if Sammy had gone on an exploration tour of the house himself and checked upstairs. But he couldn't see the guy dressed in the horribly tacky Robin outfit anywhere. He asked the Shrek-guy and he asked the Zombie. He even asked Wonder Woman if she had seen him leave the party, but no one had seen Sammy anywhere.
Dean's thoughts were all over the place. What the hell was happening, and had it to do with this place and the ghosts in here he wondered, just as someone tapped him on the shoulder. He twitched and whirled around only to stare blankly at Sammy innocent face. Dean's forehead immediately wrinkled with anger and he punched Sammy lightly on the chest.

"Dude! What's that for?" Sammy asked annoyed and confused and Dean's face looked like thunder.

"Don'tever do that again Sammy" he grunted.

"What? Take a leak you mean?" Sam asked innocently.

"No! You know what I mean! Don't vanish like that! You know what happened last time!"

"Oh.Right." Sam said slowly, remembering the last time, when he vanished and got stabbed in the back putting Dean through hell.

"Sorry" He mumbled sincerely but Dean already grabbed his upper arm and pushed him towards the lounge.

"Don't push me" Sam protested but Batman ignored him. After all they had work to do.

"Okay, let's find out if this place is genuinely haunted. Did you bring the EMF?"

Sam looked at Dean as if he had just spoken Chinese, then gestured with his hands and said "Dude, you made me wear this freakin' costume! Where do you think I can put the EMF?"

Dean's lips twitched as he was trying to comment on this when they suddenly heard a scream from somewhere. They looked at each other and having exactly the same thought, started running towards the kitchen.
It turned out that the Zombie wasn't supposed to be part of the murder mystery game, so his death was definitely criminal, if not supernatural.

The scream had come from Catwoman, who currently was comforted by Robin, while Batman took a closer look at the dead Zombie.
There was no blood so Dean couldn't tell if he was shot or stabbed. All the other guests stood around them, partially in shock, partially out of curiosity, when Dean looked up seeing Sam talking to Catwoman in his calm reassuring manner. She even smiled a little in between sobbing. Good going, Dean thought proudly. He knew Sammy would get some useful information from her without her even realizing it.

"OK, listen everyone" Dean said firmly as he got up, doing what he did best, taking charge of a situation "I'm gonna call the police now. No one can leave this room or the mansion." He looked at the faces while he said it, trying to see if someone wasn't ok with this.

"Is everyone accounted for?" he asked turning to Wonder Woman for an answer while his phone was dialling 911.

"I..I think so" she said looking at her guest list. He hoped she wouldn't realize that Batman and Robin weren't actually supposed to be part of this party.

"Yes, I want to report a mystery murder…no I am not drunk." He wiped Wonder Woman with a smile. "Well, not yet anyways" he added opportunistically.

As soon as the police showed up and asked everyone their questions, Dean and Sam decided to bail when no one was looking.

The Impala roared through the night and much to Sam's relief, the costumes went into the next random garbage can in a nice looking neighbourhood.

"So do you think someone at the party did it?" Sam asked while he was pulling a jumper over his head, sitting on the passenger seat in the Impala.

"I don't know Sam, could be, or could be just a normal murder. What did Catwoman have to say and more importantly did you get her number?"

Sam's hair was all over the place as he finally managed to pull his head through the right opening in the jumper.

"Huh?"

"Catwoman? You talked to her, at the party? Did she see anything?"

"Oh, yeah, she found the body. It was her boyfriend apparently and before she found him she said she felt a cold tingle on her neck, as if something went passed her"

"Could be a sign of a ghost, or poltergeist maybe?"

"I don't know Dean. I guess we have to get back to the mansion WITH the EMF this time."

"Well, if you had brought it in the first place…"

"Don't you dare start on me Dean!" Sam said raising his voice a little.

"Okay, okay!" Dean shouted back whilst trying to calm himself down.

"We try and get back into the place tomorrow and check it out."

They had stopped by the Taco Bell on their way back to the motel, so it was late when they finally arrived. The place was quiet but the carpark was full with cars. There was no free space for the Impala left. "I don't believe it!" Dean exclaimed. "Not one freakin' space!"

"Try down there" Sam said pointing at a small side alley.

"Man, I really gotta pee." Dean grumbled, his face an amusing vision of pain.

"Do you want me to park the car?" Sam said, expecting Dean to say no.

"Could you? That'd be awesome!" He put the car in neutral and almost jumped out of the Impala before it stopped.

"Ok, no rush then." Sam said smirking while watching his brother run towards their motel room. He moved over into the driver seat and pushed the lever back into drive. The Impala roared as he guided her towards the ally he had spotted. Indeed it looked like there were spaces left. It made sense. People always tried to park as close to the rooms as possible, but since Sam Winchester wasn't just any ordinary guy who had faced far worse creatures than just a small time gangster mugging you in a dark alleyway, so he believed he would cope.

The purring engine died as he turned the key and the Impala went to sleep for the night. Over the past years even Sam had become really attached to the car, though he would never share Dean's passion for it quite in the same way. After all, it was only a car and there was never enough room for his legs. The door squeaked as he got out and he made sure to lock it immediately. He brushed the alley with a quick glance and wandered over to the boot to make sure it was locked too. It was, so he turned around to put the keys in his pocket, but all he could hear next was a light 'cling' of the keys falling to the ground. Then the darkness swallowed him up.