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Song source(teaser) Teddybear's picnic
03 Crossing the line
Chandler, Arizona
'I've been waiting here for an hour!' Sam said loudly as he saw Dean heading towards him. Dean shut the Impala's door and raised an eyebrow at Sam.
'Dude, where were you?'
'Shut up' Dean frowned and headed up the library steps.
'You got lost again, didn't you?' Sam asked as he raced to catch up with Dean.
'No' Dean lied. 'Dude, I don't get lost'
'So you knew exactly where to go?' Sam questioned skeptically.
'Okay so maybe I took a few wrong turns…but I was not lost' Dean glared and turned to the reception desk where a woman was typing at the computer.
'Can I help you?' she asked once she noticed them standing there.
'Yeah' Dean grinned and then cleared his throat. 'Could you direct us to the um…' Dean frowned as he tried to remember why they were here.
'Myths and Legends section' Sam jumped in.
'Right over there' the woman pointed with a smile.
'Thanks' Sam nodded and grabbed Dean, whom was still thinking.
Dean and Sam were going though the rituals and summoning spells as research on one of their possible cases. Dean got too confused and wandered between shelves, pretending to look for more books while Sam read away.
'He's a machine' Dean frowned as he peaked at his brother, using the gap between the books. He shook his head and sighed, turning around and found he was face to face with a woman. She looked like any normal, attractive woman until she blinked and her eyes turned black.
'Sam!' Dean half-yelled and half-whispered, considering he was in a library.
'What?' Sam came over quickly and saw his brother standing there in panic. 'Dean?' he asked and Dean frowned, as the demon girl was gone.
'Um' Dean didn't want his brother to think he was seeing things again so he shook his head. 'I…never mind' Dean sighed and grabbed a book.
Sam watched him head back to the table and then turned to where Dean had been staring. He was sure Dean was okay, but his brother was still a bit jumpy, he was forgetting things easily and now it seemed as though Dean had seen someone or something Sam had not. That worried Sam. A lot.
The boys left the library with a few books and Dean noticed how Sam was glancing at him more than usual.
'Dude, you're creeping me out' Dean snapped. 'Stop it, I'm fine'
'What did you see?' Sam questioned as they got back into the car.
'Nothing' Dean frowned and started the engine, driving them back to their motel room that was only a minute or so away.
'Dean'
'Sam! Drop it' Dean got out of the car and walked over to the motel room. He yanked the door open and lay on his bed.
Sam moved pass to his own bed and sorted the books out. Dean was just staring at the ceiling boredly.
'You know, you could help' Sam told Dean.
'Nah, you're alright' Dean smirked at his brother, but his expression changed as the woman he'd seen earlier was standing behind Sam, her eyes black.
'What?' Sam turned around. 'Woah!' he jumped off the bed and she vanished.
'You saw her?' Dean asked.
'Yeah' Sam frowned and looked at his brother.
'Thank God' Dean breathed, it meant he wasn't still going crazy.
'Who was she?' Sam asked and looked as though he was expecting her to come back.
'How should I know?' Dean asked. 'Salt the doors and windows'
Sam grabbed a tin of salt and salted every entrance to the room.
'That should keep her out' he sighed and went back to his books. 'And I don't think those murders are our thing, Dean'
Later that night, while Sam was sleeping, Dean sat up with some chips to watch a movie he hadn't seen in a while. The commercials came on so he muted the TV and leaned back against his pillow that he had propped up against the back of the bed. He saw the woman again as she walked in and crossed over the salt lines.
'Sam!' Dean yelled as her eyes turned black and she kept creeping closer.
Sam almost fell out of his bed, but he reached for his salt gun out of instinct. He shot the woman twice but her image only shimmered for a few seconds.
'What the hell?' Sam frowned and the brothers looked at each other, unsure what to do. But then, she was gone again…
'She passed over the salt line!' Dean yelled. 'What evil son of a bitch can do that?'
'Rock salt doesn't repel her' Sam added. 'Maybe she's not evil?'
'Oh, she's evil!' Dean snapped.
'So she's ah…um, what can pass over pure salt?'
'I don't know!' Dean replied and grabbed his cell phone to call Bobby. 'Hey Bobby, yeah I know it's late. Listen…what kind of evil thing can pass over salt lines?' Dean listened for a minute as Sam watched, almost without blinking.
'Oh, that's just great!' Dean frowned. 'Well I think we're been haunted by some demon girl, yeah okay' Dean hung up.
'What did he say?' Sam asked instantly.
'That nothing evil can pass over pure salt apparently…' Dean shrugged and didn't admit he'd already forgotten most of what was said.
Sam grabbed the salt tin and read it over. 'Well this is pure salt, the same stuff we always use' he frowned; it just didn't make sense. 'She's not a spirit so we can't burn the bones, she's immune to salt and who knows what else' Sam sighed and rubbed his palm over his face.
'Yeah, we're screwed' Dean glared. 'That bitch!' he growled because now he couldn't watch the rest of the movie or get any sleep because he was too paranoid that she would come back and kill Sam or himself in their sleep.
Bobby was fairly nearby so he decided to drop in on the boys after calling Sam about midday. He showed up an hour later in his truck and the moment he entered the room it was obvious that Dean was in a very foul mood and both boys were wrecked from the lack of sleep.
'How are you boys holding up?' he asked, almost casually. 'Cuz you both look like crap'
'Feel like it too' Dean muttered while Sam stifled a yawn.
'You been up all night?' Bobby asked.
'Hey, that bitch can cross salt lines, so we weren't too keen on sleeping' Dean said in their defense. 'If you have something, please God…now would be the time to tell us'
'I do, but not much' Bobby shrugged and revealed the book he was carrying. Sam came over to Dean's bed where Bobby opened the book to a page.
'What is that?' Dean pointed to the picture of a woman with no eyes, dressed in a white dress and she had long claws instead of fingernails and webbed feet.
'It's some ancient type of demon' Bobby said. 'She is known to haunt travelers, appearing and disappearing everywhere they go. They are powerful. These demons haven't been sighted for over a hundred years, but they will take on the appearance of a spirit, although what I found interesting is that they can pass over salt lines and are immune to holy water. Also, iron won't affect them; neither will any form of firearms'
'Other than the colt' Dean corrected and Bobby nodded.
'But if these things haven't been seen for a hundred years' Sam said. 'I mean if this is what we're up against, why now…and why us?'
Bobby shrugged. 'I dunno, but it saids here that the demons usually choose their targets based on their minds. If a person has a weakened mind, one that's broken or fragile then they will haunt them and eventually kill them. Which is why 90 of the sightings have been in psych wards' Bobby told the boys and noticed how Sam glanced at Dean nervously.
'Hey, you boys get some rest. I'll stand guard'
'You sure?' Sam asked and Bobby nodded.
He watched as they practically passed out on their bed and went outside to gather some more of his books to read over while they slept.
It wasn't until sunset that the boys woke again and it was about the same time too.
'How's it going?' Sam asked Bobby as he stretched.
'Slow' Bobby replied.
'Any trouble?' Dean yawned and dragged himself off the bed.
Bobby shook his head. 'Nope, but I can't quite work out why this demon would be targeting you boys, assuming this is the answer'
'Oh it is' Dean sighed and rubbed his face with his palm.
'I think I've seen her once before' Sam frowned. 'Remember the case we had a few months ago? The banshee?' he asked Dean and his brother just frowned, trying to hard to remember.
Bobby noticed the strain it cause to try and remember.
'Or the troll back in Lincoln a month ago?' Sam asked and Dean was clearly struggling.
'Wait, the ah...' Dean growled in frustration, as his memory was slightly confused.
'I saw her a few days ago…when they um' Dean said and Sam knew he meant when he was going crazy. 'It was only for a second but I remember now because it was just before we went into the burial chamber'
'You boys aren't losing your minds are you? That's the only reason she'd be haunting you' he said and was now watching Dean closely.
'I'm gonna go get some air…and coffee' Dean announced and went outside, slightly slamming the door behind him.
Bobby turned to Sam for answers.
'Ah, recently we were hunting this thing that was guarding a burial chamber in Salem, Oregon. The creature made intruders insane and it grabbed Dean' Sam explained. 'We torched the bones in the chamber and Dean was back to his old self, but I guess he's still getting over it because he is really forgetful and has major headaches' Sam shrugged.
Dean parked the Impala outside a café and slammed the door shut as he got out. He was mad at himself and hated the looks Sam gave him all the time, like he was scared Dean was going to go crazy again. He frowned angrily and took a deep breath to try and calm down a bit. He started to walk towards the café door when he heard a sound from a nearby alley. He checked his pistol was tucked in waistline of his jeans and snuck towards where he'd heard the sound. Dean peaked around the corner and instantly something grabbed him by the face, sending him flying into one of the brick walls. Dean's head hit the wall and as he slid to the ground, he was knocked out cold…
Sam glanced down at his watch and looked up at Bobby.
'Dean's been gone some time now' he said. 'Even if he'd gotten lost again he would have called' Sam grabbed a jacket. 'I'm going to find him'
Bobby nodded and grabbed his coat too.
The found the Impala and Dean's cell phone was sitting in the open glove box.
'Dean!' Sam called out while Bobby checked with the people inside the café to find out if they had seen Dean at all.
Sam looked around panickly as Bobby returned and told him that the people hadn't seen Dean come in at all. Sam rushed to a nearby alley and saw some blood on the wall.
'Dean!' he screamed out again and looked around everywhere, noticing more blood further down, just beside a bag of trash. He yanked every bag and bin out of the way and saw scrape marks.
Bobby came over, now loaded with some shotguns. He crouched down beside Sam and ran his fingers over the scrapes. Bobby saw a dent and grabbed it, pulling it up to reveal the scrapes were actually the edges of a trapdoor.
Dean moved his head to one side and felt a sharp pain. He groaned and opened his eyes, looked around slowly and cautiously. He was tied to a large pole and a gag was stuffed in his mouth, which is spat out the moment he noticed it. Dean squirmed and fought against the ropes but only managed to get them cutting into his skin even more. He knew better than to call out for help, so he looked for possible tools and important observations. It appeared that he was in some underground place; it had a sort of feeling of a steam room. There were a few things around with steam coming from them, which was making his surroundings pretty heated.
'Dean?' he heard Sam's yell from a distance and he tried to call out to let him know he was here but it was as though his throat couldn't work. He gasped and tried again but all he got was a burning pain throughout his body. He inhaled sharply and jumped, as a woman's face appeared right in front of him. She flickered in and out of view for a second and smiled at him, her eyes turning black her fingernails extended. She raised a hand and dug her claws deeply across Dean's chest, shredding his shirt. It hurt like hell, but he could not even scream out. But he was calling her all sorts of names in his head.
'Dean?' Sam called again and looked around, accepting a flashlight Bobby held out for him. He turned it on and moved the light around the area, scanning the walls, ceiling and floors.
'Dean!' Sam yelled once he spotted his brother tied to a large pole, his shirt was shredded and blood was dripping down his chest. There was also blood dripping down his face, right down his left cheek and his head was tipped to a side, resting on his right shoulder in an uncomfortable-looking position.
Bobby kept his shotgun aimed around the area while Sam untied Dean and checked he was still breathing. Dean's eyes were closed though and Sam assumed he was just knocked out because he had a pulse and his breathing was steady. Sam went to help his brother up but he was thrown across the floor, along with Bobby. The demon girl appeared in front of Bobby and held him up with her hand, lifting him off the floor and making it harder for him to breathe. Her nails started to stretch out to claws.
Sam reached to his waist and pulled out the colt, but she was really close to Bobby and had noticed his sudden movement. She tossed Bobby aside and in a blink she was in front of Sam. She dug her claws into him and he screamed in pain, the colt slipping from his fingers.
'Argh!' Sam yelled out but was then suddenly dropped, as the woman seemed to have just lost interest in him. She appeared in front of Dean as he'd just woken up again.
Sam saw the woman digging claws into Dean and blood started dripping out of Dean's mouth but he seemed to no be able to utter any sound. Sam rolled over and through his pain, he tried to reach for the colt but his fingertips didn't quite reach. Sam was in so much pain that breathing was agony. He looked at his brother as he head hung and his body weakened, although it was lifeless.
'Dean' Sam gasped and grabbed the colt. He spun around and fired twice, shooting the woman in the heart and head.
She let out an earsplitting squeal and light flashed from her wounds. Her body appeared as a skeleton for a second before she fell to the stone, bloodied floor and melted to dust.
'Dean?' Sam made his way over to his brother.
'Sammy?' Dean gasped, spitting blood as he did so.
'You're gonna be okay' Sam told him, but his vision was fading, he fell down unconscious beside Dean.
Sam and Dean lay there on the stone floor, blood leaking in various places. They were both knocked out cold and losing a lot of blood…
Bobby signed a few papers and wandered down the hallway. He reached their room and went inside.
'How're you boys holding up?' he asked as Sam and Dean lay in their beds side by side. Dean's head was bandaged, along with his wrists. He was wearing a hospital gown but Bobby was sure his chest was bandaged as well. Sam was in a similar state, his worst injury was probably his chest though, and other places were just cuts and bruises.
'I've been better' Dean said and winced as he sat upright.
'And you?' Sam asked bobby, glancing at Bobby's bandaged arm and his throat had needed some attention too.
'I'll live' Bobby said and smirked. 'I spoke to your doctor' he then told Dean.
'Yeah? I deny everything' he replied.
'She said that because of your head she did a few scans and it turns out your brain is fine'
'Told you I wasn't nuts' Dean glared at Sam.
Bobby turned to Sam at that comment since he still remembered what Sam had told him about their last hunt. 'Whatever is going on in Dean's head it's just the aftermath, he's still …reasonably, normal. For him anyway' Bobby smirked and Dean rolled his eyes, turning back to the TV.
Sam nodded in relief and glanced at the TV was well while Bobby said his goodbyes and left since it was getting late.
'Man, I so need a holiday' Dean groaned.
Teaser:
If you go out in the woods today
You're sure of a big surprise…
'So we're looking at some kind of creature?' Dean thought aloud and frowned. He walked over to a bush area where one particular bush seemed to have been attacked. Twigs were snapped and leaves yanked off, there was also a large, human-like footprint in front of it.
'Blood' Dean announced as he crouched down to look at the liquid beside the footprint.
If you go out in the woods today,
You'd better not go alone…
'How are we supposed to stop it if we can't even find the damned thing?' Dean frowned.
'I hope you're right' Dean said seriously. 'Cuz I'm going in'
'What? No way' Sam grabbed him.
'You said it yourself, maybe it's just to stop people from following'
'Or maybe I'm wrong' Sam frowned.
It's lovely out in the woods today,
But safer to stay at home…
His dog started barking and growling madly again, making him more annoyed.
'I swear I'm gonna kill that dog' he grumbled as he turned to go back to the house. But then his dog gave a yelp loudly and it continued as though something was attacking it.
'Rocky?' the man panicked, as there was silence.
Beneath the trees, where nobody sees…Samantha stood in horror and then just screamed at the top of her lungs…
Coming soon…