Author's notes: Thanks again 'tuff man' for your review! I just could not help but put those two in! (the hot chicks and the gay couple). It was a bit longer, a few episodes recently have been longer than I planned, but I'm not bound to 40minutes max like the show so all is good! Anyways, here's the next one. This episode is based on a true urban legend...
Please let me know what you all think of this!
07 Devil's Blessing
Paterson, New Jersey
'Family only' the nurse said to the large group as they wanted to see the newborn baby.
'We are family' the eldest child, being about fourteen said.
'All of you?' the nurse asked, seeing there were twelve kids and the husband.
They nodded and she sighed, allowing them entrance.
As they went to see Danny and the baby, their nanny Eliza went back to the waiting room and sat down. She sighed and brushed some curly, brown hair from her face and picked up a magazine to read.
A few minutes later there was a high-pitched scream and several panicked people were running around. Uncertain as to what was going on, Eliza's first thought was of the kids and rushed to the room, soon realizing that was where the cause of all the drama was located. She reached the room and saw all the blood on the floor, walls and window. Danny, her husband and the kids were all dead. She held her scream as a small creature moved too fast for her to see clearly but jumped out the window, shattering it. Once Eliza was sure it was gone from sight she looked back down at the most horrific scene before her and let loose a ear-splitting scream before passing out onto the floor.
'Eliza Fernley?' someone asked her and she looked up to see two tall men in black suits looking down at her.
'Yes' she nodded as she sat in her hospital bed and moved her gaze away from the window.
'Mind if we ask you a few questions?' Dean asked and she nodded again. 'Um, you saw the killer…correct?'
'Yes' she sighed. 'I mean no' she rubbed her forehead in confusion. 'I don't know, I think I was seeing things'
'What did you see?' Sam asked, taking out his notepad and a pen.
'It moved too fast for me to see it properly, but it wasn't human' she told them, with so much belief in what she said. 'It was small and fast…I can't believe something so small could have caused that!' she said and tried to calm down again.
'Could you describe it to us?' Dean wondered, pulling his own pad out, but mainly for show since Sam was taking notes.
'Ah, not really' Eliza struggled to remember. 'It killed the whole family! Danny and Randle…all 12 kids and the baby'
'What baby?' Sam asked, not remembering there being a baby's body when he snuck to the morgue and examined them as well as the reports while Dean stood lookout only an hour ago.
'The family where here to see their new baby boy' Eliza sniffed. 'He was only a week old and they never even got to name him!' she started sobbing so the boys decided it was time to leave.
'Thank you, if you have anything else…give us a call' Sam handed her a card with his "name" on it and phone number.
They turned and left as fast as they could, trying to avoid all the crying, panicking people around them.
They got back to the Impala and just sat in it. Dean sighed heavily and glanced at his brother, seeing the shaken up look upon his face.
'You okay?' he asked.
Sam shook his head, grossed out. 'No man, you weren't there' he said quietly. 'The bodies were…torn apart, eaten…it's just…sickening' he rubbed his face and tried to shift his focus. 'Any ideas what could have done this? It wasn't a demon…no vampire or werewolf' he said, meaning it wasn't something common or that they'd really faced before.
Dean acknowledged Sam's need to change the focus and thought for a moment. 'Eliza said it was small and the baby was gone' He knew Sam didn't want to talk about the bodies but whatever had done this had gotten away and could strike again.
'The youngest child was hardly older then two' Sam reminded him. 'There were three adult bodies…the parents and doctor. The mother Danny's lungs were pierced but the others…' he swallowed before continuing. 'Chewed up' he sighed. 'There were nine bodies of the kids, hardly…the other three too young but they found a hand or…' Sam said all he could but that was as far he could take it. He got out of the car quickly and puked in a nearby trashcan.
Dean knew this was the nastiest case they'd ever taken if it could cause his brother to gag the way he was.
Dean thought for a moment and then got out of the car and headed towards the hospital again.
'Where…?' Sam gasped out loudly to him.
'Stay there and spew your lunch…I'll be back' Dean said quickly and pushed open the front doors.
He rushed past all the people and back to Eliza's room where she had recovered and was back to staring out the window again.
'Everything okay?' she asked as he shut the door behind him and came over, the sense of urgency clear on his face.
'I know this is hard, Eliza' Dean said, wanting to put this case to rest as fast as possible because it made him sick too and they really didn't have anything to go by at his point. 'But, we have know more about what happened and what you saw okay?'
'Okay' Eliza nodded and understood his motives. 'Um, I was waiting while they went to see the Danny and then I heard a scream. So I went to see if the kids were okay and people were running around crazy. I got to the room and saw…then…um, the thing was…eating…the husband, even though there wasn't much left…I…it…the thing moved so fast but it jumped through the window…then I screamed and passed out' she explained and held back her sobs this time.
Dean nodded and wrote some details down. 'Did you catch any glimpse of what it looked like? Anything at all?'
'No' she shook her head. 'It moved too fast, but it was small…like a baby' she then realized.
'Ah…and did anything go wrong during the pregnancy?' Dean asked, taking on the new theory that the baby wasn't actually killed.
'No, they were all healthy' Eliza sighed sadly. 'And to have this happen…'
'Nothing?' Dean breathed in annoyance. 'Was everyone happy about having the baby…I mean it's like the, thirteenth child and you know how thirteen is ah, an unlucky number?' he shrugged, only just realizing it was indeed the thirteenth child and he knew enough to say that wasn't the safest number.
'Yes!' Eliza said angrily and couldn't see it's relevance but this guy seemed to think otherwise. 'Well, actually…now that you mention it…no. Danny was really mad. She didn't want another child but Randle had been so persistent. One night I was cleaning up and when I walked past her room I heard her saying how she didn't want the baby, cursing it or something…wishing it…Oh God! I feel terrible saying that!' She glared at Dean. 'I have nothing else to say…get out!'
'Eliza-'
'GET OUT!!' She screamed so loud that a doctor came rushing in and Dean knew it was his cue to get out of there.
He got back to the car where Sam was still leaning over the trashcan with a pale expression on his face, glancing at Dean weakly for a second before leaning back to the bin cautiously.
'I told you that salad was bad news' Dean said to Sam and got back into the car.
Sam groaned and puked again at the thought of food.
'Hungry?' Dean held up a chocolate bar towards Sam later that night.
Sam looked at it and pulled a face. 'No thanks' he replied and turned back to his laptop. 'Have you ever heard of the New Jersey Devil?' Sam asked curiously and looked over at Dean.
'Ah…don't think so' Dean shrugged and took a bite of his chocolate bar.
'Well' Sam turned to his laptop again and explained, reading off a page he'd found. 'The most popular legend states that in the Pine Barrens of Southern New Jersey, a woman named Deborah Smith from England Immigrated to the Pine Barrens to Marry a Mr Leeds' he said and caught his breath, taking a sip from his coffee.
'So?' Dean asked, thinking Sam was done.
'So…He wanted several heirs to continued the family; consequently the new wife was continually pregnant' Sam explained. 'After bearing twelve healthy children, she was dismayed to be pregnant with her thirteenth. She cursed the unborn child, declaring a preference to bear the Devil's child rather than another Leeds…sound familiar?'
'Yeah, sorta' Dean took another bite. 'Danny did apparently curse her unborn kid, but what about the killings?' he asked, his mouth a bit full of chocolate as he spoke.
'Well, Apparently her wish was granted as the new child had cloven hooves, claws and a tail' Sam replied and glanced down at the page, reading from it. 'The horrific newborn proceeded to eat the other Leeds children and the parents, before escaping through the chimney to begin it's reign of terror'
'Okay, now it makes more sense' Dean sighed and tossed the candy wrapper away. But then moved to grab another since Sam hadn't wanted one. 'So it's like a devil's child? Don't you think someone would have noticed the hooves and tail?'
'Maybe' Sam replied with a shrug. 'Or maybe it's just like the New Jersey Devil, but different' he said and noticed Dean's thoughtful look. 'What?'
'Rosemary's Baby' Dean said, grinning at the remembrance of a movie like this case.
'What?' Sam asked, confused.
'Nothing' Dean rolled his eyes. 'So how do we kill it? I mean if it's some evil baby, but that doesn't really tell us where to go next'
'I dunno' Sam frowned in disappointment. 'But maybe there's some ritual or something we can do' he suggested. 'So tomorrow…'
'The library, yeah' Dean sighed. 'How I hate those places' he lay back and stared at the ceiling. He sat there for a moment and then turned to Sam again.
'Any answer from Jacob?'
'Hm?' Sam looked up. 'Oh, nah…he's not picking up his phone' he shrugged.
'And that's normal?' Dean guessed since Sam didn't look worried at all.
'Yeah' Sam nodded. 'Jacob never picks up his phone. Look man, I've left some messages and told him we're working a job and we'll drop by when we're done. No big deal'
'A job?' Dean questioned. 'Does he…?'
'No, he doesn't know' Sam said, but in an uncomfortable tone. 'Look I just…I don't really like Jacob all that much'
'You were pretty quick to come here once you got his call' Dean reminded him.
'Drop it! Okay?' Sam snapped suddenly. 'Look, sorry man. I'm just…tired' he sighed and rubbed his eyebrow.
'I noticed, still having nightmares?' Dean guessed. 'Why? I mean you got over that whole nightmare thing like years ago…and now they're starting up again, out of the blue? Dean knew something wasn't right with Sam. He was a lot more moody, refused to sleep unless he had to and he called Jess's name out in the middle of the night again. 'What's going on with you?' he asked.
Sam bit his lip and looked over at Dean. He thought about it for a moment and then shook his head. 'It's nothing, I'm fine' he lied and turned back to his laptop.
So the next morning had the boys in the library looking up more on the New Jersey Devil versions and trying to find some sort of weakness, something that would help them finished this job. Dean left for half an hour to call Bobby and ditched Sam there with the large books.
'I give up' Sam grunted and laid his head on the desk.
'Not so fast' Dean grinned and sat beside him.
'What did Bobby say?' Sam said; his voice muffled by the book he was laying on.
'There is a summoning ritual we can perform. It kind of calls the devil thing to us, or something and then we can kill it' Dean explained briefly, thankful that they were finally seeing an end to this.
'And, how do we kill it?' Sam moved his head to face Dean.
'The colt seems our best bet' Dean shrugged.
'Our best bet? You mean, you don't know?'
'No…Bobby doesn't know' Dean replied and Sam looked confused.
'Whatever' Sam yawned and closed his books, moving to put them away.
'Sam?' Dean said as they left the library.
'Hm?' Sam asked sleepishly.
'You look like crap, man' Dean told him.
As Bobby had told them, they couldn't summon the beast to just anywhere. They had to wait until a Friday for starters, and the ritual had to be performed in the middle of a cemetery…between midnight and 1am. It was a good thing that they had to wait until Friday because there were several plants, bones and some sheep blood that they required to make the ritual work.
'Ready?' Dean held up a blade.
'Just do it' Sam winced and held out his arm, looking away.
Dean held Sam's arm over the large devil's trap-like symbol they'd chalked onto the top of a large tombstone. He cut deep into Sam's arm, between his wrist and elbow, and made sure the blood dripped onto the right symbols. Then he proceeded to do the same thing with his own forearm.
Sam pushed aside the sharp pain and grabbed the book. He started chanting the Latin while Dean held the colt at ready, watching everything he could make out in the dark.
The night breeze picked up quickly and leaves blew past their feet. Looking up, Dean noticed that clouds had come out of nowhere and were now blocking the moon from view, along with a large amount of stars. Sam quickened his pace of reading, but paused when there was a loud twig snapping behind them. He glanced over but then returned to reading. Dean took a step closer to the sound and turned to Sam, whom had stopped again.
'Done' Sam replied and took a breath. 'Are you sure the colt will work?'
'Well, if it can kill yellow-eyes…what can't it kill?' Dean shrugged, not taking his eye of the source of the previous sound.
'That's not that I meant' Sam explained. 'I mean, Eliza said it was really fast, right? Well, what if you can't catch it or the bullets aren't fast enough?'
'Then we use plan B' Dean yanked some papers from his pocket and handed them to Sam. 'Banishing ritual for this sucker' he added with explanation.
'What?' Sam took them and read a bit. 'Dean! This thing is possessing the baby?'
'Yep. In some freaky, weirdo sense…yeah' Dean nodded, holding the colt at strong aim.
'And you want to kill it?' Sam frowned.
'That thing is nasty Sam!' Dean said. 'Besides, the baby has lost his parents, twelve siblings…not much a life worth living' he said in his own defense.
'Yeah, you really believe that?' Sam asked, but he knew Dean was just looking for reasons. Killing the baby as well would be so much easier then chanting a banishing ritual while fighting it off.
There was a sudden silence and the candles upon the tombstone all blew out. Dean gave up on where they'd heard the snapping twig before…bad decision.
A small figure jumped out of the bush and on top of Dean with surprising strength, knocking him right off his feet and onto his back. He still had the colt gripped in his hands and went to shoot the thing but it moved too fast again and ran towards Sam. Dean aimed and fired, but the bullet missed the creature. It paused and looked at Dean angrily. The Colt then flew from Dean's tight grip and vanished into the darkness.
'Guess it's plan B!' Dean yelled and Sam grabbed the papers from his pocket, starting to chant.
The creature was a height of a toddler, and looked nothing like a newborn, human baby. It was a reddish colour though and had a young look about it. It stood on hoofed legs and it's tail swung slightly. It's eyes were black and it had small horns atop it's head.
'This is seriously creepy man' Dean muttered while the creature just stared at him. Dean wished he had the colt because it would be over otherwise, seeing he was just standing there now.
Sam glanced over, a bit confused as to what was going on but then resumed chanting.
'Exsisto rid vestri presentia!'
The creature then suddenly screamed out, almost like a roar and ran at Dean, fangs outstretched, along with nasty-looking claws.
Dean rolled out of the way and grabbed a branch to fight it off with. The creature hit the branch away and Dean jumped to his feet.
'Finish it!' Dean yelled as he took off running towards the trees in search of another branch or possibly (hopefully) the colt.
Sam watched his brother running off with widened eyes but then resumed chanting and quickened his pace. He heard Dean screaming out in pain and swearing, but there was still more chanting to be done.
'Hang in there, Dean!' Sam yelled as another scream echoed through the night. There was then silence and Sam frowned.
'Dean?' he asked but knew he had to keep reading.
'Eh?' a strange sounding voice reached his ears. Sam looked down to see the creature aiming a weird almost-grin at him. Sam gasped and grabbed the blade from the tombstone, aiming it at the small creature but was too slow.
It was Sam's turn to scream out in utmost pain while the creature bit down on his already-injured arm, drawing a lot of blood.
A few feet away, Dean lay on his side, dripping blood onto the grass. He heard Sam scream out again and forced himself up.
'Sammy' he gasped and half crawled, half dragged himself along the grass. Dean saw the creature biting Sam again, not eating him…but almost like playing with him. It reminded Dean how cats play with their live food before eating them.
'HEY!!' Dean bellowed to the creature once he used a statue to bring himself to his feet again. 'You want some meat?' he yelled and the creature turned to glare at him, his neck twisting right around without moving the rest of it's body, as though it had no bones.
'Yeah! Leave him alone!' Dean snapped.
'Dean' Sam gasped. 'Don't'
'Finish the damn ritual!' Dean yelled angrily as the creature jumped off Sam and walked towards Dean. It raced at Dean and grabbed him from behind.
'Argh!' Dean yelped as he was slammed onto his stomach and being dragged away by his feet. He was so sore from the scratching and biting before, that he had no strength in him to resist.
Sam reached over and snatched the papers from where they lay beside him and read the past paragraph.
'Arrrrrgh!' Dean's pained scream called out and sounded further away.
Sam looked up and tried not to panic, he had to stop this. Now!
'May vos exsisto profugus , ut rid is locus of vestri presentia' Sam read and then there was silence. He feared the worst but read the last lines as loud as he could.
'Ut Abyssus unde vos venit. Pereo ut vestri vires!' Sam then shoved the papers back into his pocket as he went to search for Dean.
Dean opened his eyes cautiously and found a large, dead part of grass right beside him. Upon the patch of grass laid the newborn baby. He squirmed a bit as though he'd just woken up and then started crying.
'You!' Dean pointed and gasped. 'Are evil' he sighed but removed his jacket. He wrapped the baby in it and then just collapsed onto his back, worn out and in pain.
'Dean? Dean!' Sam's yells reached his ears.
Sam found his brother lying there and the baby crying inside his jacket. Sam rushed over and once he saw Dean was just trying to cope with the pain in his arms and chest. Sam gathered the jacket up with the baby boy and was almost cautious about even touching him.
'He's just a baby' Dean said in shock and then added angry sarcasm. 'What harm could he possibly do?'
'And you just found him?' The police officer asked Sam later that morning.
'Yeah...Yeah! It was weird officer' Sam said in a fake, shocked tone. 'Why would someone leave that poor baby in a cemetery? I mean after the guys attacked us, they just ran…then we saw the baby'
'Hm' the officer nodded, not really believing Sam but judging by all the injuries the boys had, he didn't have much evidence to any other likely incident. 'Just…'
'Yeah, we're leaving' Sam sighed and headed over to where Dean was being bandaged by a paramedic.
'He buy it?' Dean asked once he was clear from the paramedic and they headed back to where the Impala awaited them.
'Nah' Sam sighed. 'But hey? What can he do?' Sam shrugged with a smirk and the boys paused and turned to see Eliza's car pull up beside them.
'You saved him! How?' she when she saw another paramedic feeding the baby boy a bottle.
'Luck, mostly' Dean lied.
'Well, thanks' Elisa smiled shyly and gave Sam a hug. She went to hug Dean but saw his bandages so kissed his cheek instead. She gave another smile before she rushed over to the baby.
'Wonder what she'll name him' Sam thought a loud while they watched Eliza take the baby into her arms happily.
'Who cares?' Dean asked and headed towards the car, pulling open the passenger's door. 'So long as we never step foot in this twisted place again…I'm happy' he said, getting in.
Sam realized he was driving and got into the driver's side. 'So what now?' he wondered since Dean did not surrender the keys.
'We're going to see Jacob' Dean told him as they shut their car doors.
'What? No!' Sam frowned.
'Sam! We came all this freakin way and you almost got yourself killed by some evil baby because you got a call from that Jacob guy! When you took his call you seemed pretty damn worried and rushed over here. Now you're saying you don't want to see him? Why? What went on between you and him that was so bad?'
'Dean-'
'No! You tell me and we go see him, or we're going nowhere. Understand?'
Sam growled a little and turned away, staring at the windscreen; pouting.
'Look…' he sighed and thought for a moment, seeing no other option. 'We were friends okay? Like, a million years ago'
Dean wanted to comment but didn't. Instead he just shut up and listened to Sam since it clearly wasn't something Sam was overly comfortable about discussing.
'Jacob…he…well, he wasn't really a friend of mine' Sam admitted.
'I'm confused' Dean frowned. 'Why-'
'He was a friend of Jessica!' Sam snapped. 'They went to high school together or something, before Stanford' he shrugged. 'About a week before Jessica and I…got together…we…well, sort of had a falling out' Sam shrugged.
'Short of?' Dean repeated.
'Okay…maybe I almost broke his nose' Sam said with a shrug and ignored Dean's short sniggers. 'It was stupid back then, but yeah…we haven't spoken since…since Jessica…' Sam let it hang.
'Right' Dean nodded. 'So why so quick to come here, then chicken out?'
'He wanted me to call in because…he said he has something for me' Sam sighed and bit his lip. 'About Jessica' he then gasped out and Dean understood, holding up the Impala's keys.
Sam stared at them for a moment and realized he had to do this. He nodded and grabbed the keys.
'That's ma boy!' Dean grinned and turned Metallica on while Sam started the engine. He gave Eliza and the baby boy one last glance in the mirror before driving down the road…
Teaser:
The driver's door opened and Sam got out.
'Hey' he said, trying not to look threatening to the obviously terrified girl. 'It's okay' he said, sensing she was running from something pretty scary.
This little girl…Sherry caught her breath for a moment and listened for the woman but there was silence. She ran to Sam and hugged him around the waist, sobbing uncontrollably.
'She never spoke, never uttered a single word all her life'Wants nothing more than to be heard…
'Then boy, you need to listen to her'
But how can Sam help a child…
That isn't real?
'Sam, I searched every record, every hospital and morgue, every damn birth certificate that fits the bill…nothing. Zilch, nada!' Dean frowned. 'Sherry does not exist'
'No one can save me' she told him.
'I'm gonna try, no matter what it takes' Sam nodded
Coming soon…