Supernatural: Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things
A/N: I'm back with the next chapter and I almost didn't get to post this chapter today since my real life keeps getting in the way, but here it is.
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CHAPTER THREE: RAISING THE DEAD
"Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming: it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth; it hath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations."
Isaiah 14: 14
The Winchesters were still in the freshly dug grave, staring at Angela's empty coffin with both shock and utter confusion.
"They buried the body four days ago," Dean said, frowning.
"And yet, there's no body," Liz pointed out, also frowning.
Sam was frowning as well, partly because he was starting to get a headache. "I don't get it." He then saw something carved into the inside of the coffin. "Look."
Both Dean and Liz bent to look, and saw a bunch of symbols drawn on the inside of the lid in chalk, and whoever had done it, had ripped out some of the satin lining. "What is that?"
Sam shrugged. "I'm not sure."
"Looks like a bunch of symbols," Liz commented.
As Dean looked closer, an expression of realization crossed his face. "I've seen these kind of symbols before."
The next morning the Winchesters were running on very little sleep and Sam's headache was getting worse, despite having taken some painkillers earlier, but that didn't stop Dean, who was now pounding heavily on the door of Dr. Mason's house in a very agitated manner.
"Dean. Take it easy, okay?" Liz suggested, but Dean ignored her, pounding on the door again.
Just then, Dr. Mason opened the door. "You're Angie's friends, right?" he asked, recognizing them from the day before.
"Dr. Mason…" Sam began gently.
"We need to talk," Dean said harshly, ignoring the warning looks that both Sam and Liz were giving him.
Dr. Mason was surprised by Dean's tone, but stepped aside so that they could enter his house. "Come in."
"Thanks."
"You teach Ancient Greek," Dean said, taking a folded piece of paper out of his jacket pocket. "Tell me, what are these?" and he showed Dr. Mason the paper on which he'd copied the symbols from the grave.
"I don't understand," Dr. Mason said, taking the paper with obvious confusion. "You said this had something to do with Angela."
Dean nodded. "It does. Please, just humor me."
Dr. Mason examined the symbols for a moment. "They're part of an ancient Greek divination ritual."
"Used for necromancy, right?" Dean suggested.
"That's right," Dr. Mason agreed, handing back the paper.
"See, before we came over here we stopped by the library and did a little homework ourselves," Dean explained. "Apparently they used rituals like this one for communicating with the dead. Even bringing corpses back to life. Full-on zombie action."
"Yes. I mean, according to the legends. Now, what's all this about?" Dr. Mason inquired.
Both Sam and Liz were watching Dr. Mason's face, and were having doubts; meanwhile Dean pushed on.
"I think you know."
"Dean," Sam said warningly.
Dean ignored him. "Look, I get it. Okay? There are people that I would give anything to see again. But what gives you the right?" he demanded.
"Dean!" Liz snapped.
Dr. Mason didn't understand. "What are you talking about?"
"What's dead should stay dead!" Dean shouted.
Sam grabbed Dean's shoulder. "Stop it!"
Dean shoved him off. "What you brought back isn't even your daughter anymore," he said angrily. "These things are vicious, they're violent, they're so nasty they rot the ground around them. I mean, come on, haven't you seen Pet Cemetery?"
Dr. Mason stared at them in shock, clearly believing that Dean had gone off the deep end. "You're insane."
"Where is she?" Dean demanded.
"Get out of my house," Dr. Mason ordered as he grabbed his phone and began dialing for the police, but Dean knocked it out of his hand.
"I know you're hiding her somewhere. Where is she?!" he snarled.
"Dean! Stop, that's enough! Dean, look!" Sam snapped as both he and Liz grabbed Dean's jacket, and pointed to a row of plants by the window. "Beautiful, living plants." He then let Liz drag Dean out of the house as he turned to Dr. Mason. "We're leaving."
"I'm calling the police," Dr. Mason threatened as he retrieved his phone off the floor while Sam hurried after both Liz and a protesting Dean out the door.
"Sir, we're sorry," Sam apologized. "We won't bother you again."
"Let go of me, Liz!" Dean snapped, struggling in his twin sister's grip. "Let go!"
Instead, Liz hauled him over to a nearby tree and pinned him against it. "Shut it, Dean."
"What the hell is the matter with you, Dean?" Sam asked when he caught up while Liz continued to restrain their older sibling.
"Back off," Dean muttered, still trying to push Liz away.
"That man is innocent!" Liz snarled. "He didn't deserve that!"
Dean glared at them both. "Okay, so she's not here, maybe he's keeping her somewhere else."
This was too much for Sam and he snapped. "Stop it! That's enough, okay? Enough!"
Dean shook his head and stopped struggling when he realized that Liz wasn't going to let go anytime soon. "Sam, Liz, I know what I'm doing."
Sam shook his head. "No, you don't. At all. Dean, I don't scare easy, but man, you're scaring the crap out of me."
"You're scaring me, too," Liz added, slowly releasing her grip on Dean's jacket.
Dean sighed. "Don't be overdramatic, Sam, Liz."
"You're lucky this turned out to be a real case," Sam told him, frustrated. "Because if it wasn't you would have just found something else to kill."
"Wha-" Dean began.
"You're on edge, you're erratic - except for when you're hunting, because then you're downright scary," Sam interrupted, no longer holding back. "You're tail spinning, man. And you refuse to talk about it and you won't let us help you."
"Sam's right," Liz agreed, clearly having enough too. "You're crashing and burning; I mean…first it was Gordon and those vampires and now it's because some girl's been brought back from the dead and you almost took her father's head off back there. Just stop, please?"
Dean stared at them both, thunderstruck, and then tried to brush it off. "I can take care of myself, thanks."
"No, you can't," Sam stated, annoyed with Dean's bravo act. "And you know what? You're the only one who thinks you should have to. You don't have to handle this on your own, Dean, no one can."
"Sam, if you bring up Dad's death one more time I swear…" Dean began, growling.
"Stop. Please, Dean, it's killing you," Sam cut in. "Please. We've already lost Dad. We've lost Mom. I've lost Jessica. And now we're going to lose you too?"
"Sam's right, Dean," Liz agreed, sniffing. "We've got to stick together or else we're all gonna crash and burn…please, don't force us away."
Dean stared at them both for a few seconds and then turned away. "We better get out of here before the cops come." He then noticed their frowns. "I hear you both. Okay? Yeah, I'm being an ass. I'm sorry. But right now we've got a friggin' zombie running around, and we need to figure out how to kill it." And both of his siblings actually laughed. "Right?"
Sam chuckled. "Our lives are weird, man." And Liz laughed again.
Dean smirked. "You're telling me? Come on."
That night at Neil's house, Angela was sitting on the couch, and Neil was standing nearby.
"Honey, is something bothering you?" Angela asked.
Neil didn't answer right away and then looked at her. "It's about Matt."
Angela sighed. "Haven't we already talked about that?"
Neil nodded, but he still looked uncertain. "I know, but uh…"
Angela sighed again and stood up, holding out a hand. "Haven't we wasted enough time on him already? Come sit down." Neil came over, took her semi-cold hand, and did sit down with her setting herself on his lap. "You always said that he didn't deserve me. You were right."
"Angela, you didn't get out, and go see Matt, or…" Neil began.
"I've been here the whole time. Neil," Angela promised. "You really think I could do something like that?"
Neil shrugged. "No. I don't know. I can't help it, you just, you seem-"
"Different? Right. I am," Angela confirmed, smiling at them. "I've realized you're the only one who ever really loved me. You proved it. You brought me back. I'm with you now. Isn't that what you always wanted?" and then they kissed again.
The Winchesters were back in their motel room, where they were now researching on how to kill a zombie; Dean was pacing, Sam was sitting on the bed with their dad's journal, and Liz was researching on the laptop.
"We can't just waste it with a headshot?" Dean asked, clearly disappointed.
Sam gave him an exasperated look. "Dude. You've been watching way too many Romero flicks."
"Told ya so," Liz said, frowning as she kept researching.
Dean pouted. "You're telling me there's no lore on how to smoke 'em." And he went to sit at the table by the window with Liz.
"No, Dean, I'm telling you there's too much," Sam corrected. "I mean, there's a hundred different legends on the walking dead, but they all have different methods for killing them." And he joined his siblings at the table, showing them the journal. "Some say setting them on fire, uh, one said, where is it? Right here. Feeding their hearts to wild dogs. That's my personal favorite. I mean, who knows what's real and what's myth?"
"Here's one that'll make you both laugh," Liz said, turning the laptop around to show them what she'd found. "According to this, another way to stop a zombie is to shove a bag of salt into its' mouth and sew it shut." And both of her brothers laughed and shook their heads, and she joined in; it was unlikely that would work.
"Is there anything they all have in common?" Dean asked.
Sam shook his head, wincing when his headache reminded him of its' presence. "No. But a few said silver might work."
Dean nodded. "Silver's a start. Do you still have that headache?"
Sam carefully nodded. "Yeah. But now how are we going to find Angela?" he asked.
Dean shrugged. "We've got to figure out the person who brought her back."
"Any ideas?" Liz asked.
Dean grinned. "I think if it's not her dad it might be that guy Neil."
"Neil?" both Sam and Liz repeated, confused.
Dean nodded. "Yep." He then stood and crossed the room to pick up the pink diary.
"How'd you come up with that?" Sam asked.
"Well, you've got your journal, I've got mine," Dean told them as he opened the diary and began reading. ""Neil's a real shoulder to cry on, he so understands what I'm going through with Matt." There's more in here where that came from, it's got Unrequited Ducky Love written all over it."
Both Sam and Liz could agree with that. "Yeah, but that doesn't mean he brought her back from the dead."
Dean smirked. "Hmm. Did I mention he's Professor Mason's TA? Has access to all the same books."
A while later, the Winchesters broke into Neil's house, which was dark and quiet.
"Hello? Neil?! It's your grief counselors, we've come to hug," Dean called out, partly teasing; he pulled out a gun, and both Sam and Liz looked at it.
"Silver bullets?"
Dean nodded. "Yeah, enough to make her rattle like a change purse." They started stalking through the house, Dean was in the lead with the gun out, and they saw wilted plants by a window. Soon they found the entrance to the basement, and Dean nodded at it. "Unless it's where he keeps his porn…"
Liz smacked the back of Dean's head while Sam opened the door; Dean led the way down the stairs to the basement, and it was empty.
"Sure looks like a zombie's den to me," Liz remarked, grimacing since it smelled of dead things.
"Yeah. An empty one," Sam agreed. "You think Angela's going after somebody?"
Dean searched the room, found a loose grate and pulled it aside - it led out, somewhere. "Nah, I think she went out to rent Beaches."
Sam rolled his eyes while Liz gave an exasperated sigh. "Look, smartass, she might kill someone. We gotta find her, Dean."
Dean nodded and replaced the grate. "Yeah. All right, she, uh, she clipped Matt because he was cheating, right?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah."
"Well, it takes two to, you know, have hardcore sex," Dean joked, earning two exasperated looks. "I don't know, it just seemed that, uh, Angela's roommate was broken up over Matt's death. I mean, like, really broken up."
"We need to get to Angela's roommate before she does," Liz realized, and they quickly left the basement.
Lindsey was sitting in the dim house looking at a framed picture of Matt and Angela sadly; she heard a noise, got up and went to the front door.
"Hello?"
She opened the door, but saw nothing. Figuring that it was her imagination, she turned, and Angela was there. She grabbed her by the hair, and Lindsey screamed.
"Hi honey, I'm home!"
A/N: Night of the living dead! R&R everyone!