Chapter 7

It was a sound plan. The goal was to act like the old schoolmarm and distract the ghosts long enough to do what they had to do. It was simple enough. However it was unnerving and frightening. The girl looked over after swallowing nervously, "Uh… I don't want to do this."

Dean peeked around along with Cerebus. "I'm right here sweetheart. I got your back and the hell mutt here does too. Trust me, this is gonna work." It sounded like a snow job and in truth it was but Dean was certain that they theory along with Angela's report, this idea was going to work. He just wished that Angela were there since the girl seemed more receptive to her convincing.

The girl nodded as she turned to face the empty room. She could do this even though she would be more comfortable with the woman who convinced her. Even though the glowing eyes thing had been scary, it was not as scary as this. But the cute guy in the leather jacket was there so maybe it wasn't too bad. Looking around she shakily called out, "Boys? Boys? Come here this instant."

Nothing happened and she looked at Dean who was peeking around. He gestured her to continue. The girl took a breath and added in a stronger voice, "You come when I call you. Do you understand me?"

"Miss Gore?"

The girl turned to see three boys looking at her. She was startled since they hadn't been there a minute ago. She felt her breath hitching as she saw them. She wondered what the heck she had gotten herself into and was only assuaged by the fact that Dean was in the hall and ready to come to the rescue.

Dean felt the chill in the air and knew that the brats were there. He even felt Cerebus tense beside him. He patted the dog on the shoulder and held his iron poker ready. So far the girl was doing fine. She was dress liked Gore and all she had to do was pretend to be her to get the brats' guard down and they can get their guys out and back to the cemetery.

"You boys have been very naughty," the girl was saying.

Dean listened to her and thought that she needed to get the fear out of her voice. It was going to work but she needed to stop being scared about the whole thing. Yeah it was scary but she was going to really need to lay it on thick. A brief thought occurred to him as to why he didn't ask Angela to do it.

He had always said that his girl could make a lie seem like the truth and she could put on a convincing act. The best examples were when she turned the tables on him and approached him in a seducing manner. He always fell for it even though he knew that her feelings only extended to brother-sister affection. She was that good. Hell she even played the meek little sister act well too. It worked when he and Sam spent the night in jail in Magic Town.

He never meant to hurt her feelings about the lying and things like that with which he ragged Sam on about. He could understand where she was coming from when she chose to tell her 'war stories' about the jobs she had done. The way he saw it, living as long as she did, she had to change her identity a few times. And the people they had met, they called her different names. Some were variations of her name and others were related to how they saw her.

"Now you open the doors. Open the doors right now!"

Dean blinked as he heard the girl demand the boys to open the doors. Well at least that would work. He held his poker and ready to move.

"Very naughty. You hear me? Naughty, naughty, naughty!"

For the moment it looked like the plan was going to work. It should have been enough to get the doors open. That is… until he heard the unmistakable sound of a cell phone going off. Dean stifled a groan. He really should have made sure that her phone was off when they did this. He looked down to find Cerebus looking in the direction of the hall. "Don't you be wandering off now hell on four legs," he hissed in a heated whisper.

At that moment Cerebus took off down the hall and down the stairs, leaving Dean groaning in annoyance. He peeked around to see the girl slowly pull out her cell phone but the damage was done. He saw the boys flicker and they were raising their knives. He came out of hiding and yelled, "Run!"

It was probably a mistake to go up against the three brats alone but that was the job. Dean held his poker like a bat ready to swing. He just hoped that they got out and were making their way towards the cemetery. It certainly was the usual when he was thrown against the wall. He collided with a bookcase and fell to the ground. "Oh that hit the spot," he muttered as he clambered to his feet. He looked at the ghosts and asked, "That all you got?"

"Now we can have lots of fun."

That didn't sound good at all. Dean held his poker up. It didn't do much good since he was thrown against the wall again only this time he ended up dropping the poker. That was a hard hit and Dean shook his head to clear the cobwebs that had formed. One of the brats had gotten close and looked like they were going to send him flying again.

"Stop!"

The three ghosts looked up and even Dean had to look at the tone of voice. Standing in the doorway was Angela. She was staring at the boys and glaring at them. She repeated, "Stop."

Dean raised his brow as he shifted slightly to get up. The ghosts were looking at her as she stared back at them. Slowly she stepped into the room. He wanted to say something but he got the feeling that if he did, he might break the spell.

Angela had no idea what she was doing but went with instinct. She had been patrolling the halls, trying to get in touch with the Gore boy for any kind of help and to make sure no one else was in the halls that could be attacked by the ghosts. She had left Cerebus with Dean and Sam was with the other two to try and pry open the doors when the power of the ghosts was down.

She was wandering through the hall when the Gore boy appeared saying, "You have to stop them."

Angela turned to look at the boy. He was standing there, the gaping wound in his head looking nasty. She replied, "We're working on it."

The boy shook his head and repeated, "You have to stop them."

"What do you want me to do?" Angela stared at the ghost. "I don't exactly have the tools to take down a ghost." She gestured around the place to make a point. "And a knife and chakram don't exactly help in this case."

The ghost looked at her. "You can."

Angela sighed at that. "Look I don't have…"

"You can stop them. You must protect them." The ghost then disappeared in the flicker that was common to ghosts.

Angela sighed at that. Before she could say anything, she sensed the change and… She turned and barked an order, and took off running. She ran through the halls. She saw the girl running towards the stairs and caught her by the upper arms and asked, "What happened?"

"He told me to run."

Angela looked in the direction the girl had come from and nodded, "Then go. Get back downstairs. Stay in the auditorium." She let the girl go and stood up facing the way she had come. She blinked slowly as she started walking towards the room.

"What about you?"

"I'll be just fine."

Angela had no idea what she was doing but she wasn't going to let anything happen to Dean. True she was also going to protect those people since they didn't know that they were poking at a ghost. She knew that the girl did the best she could but the question was what could she do?

You find a way, Shifaa'. It's what you do.

"Fine time to have your advice come in Setna," Angela muttered as she walked down the hall. She felt nervous but she took the time to school herself into calm. She knew that she needed to show no fear even though she was quivering like jelly inside.

That and you have what most good leaders desire most.

"Yeah and that is…" Angela rounded the corner. She saw the ghosts and Dean was thrown against the wall. She looked at the ghosts and automatically said in a clear and firm voice, "Stop!"

The ghosts stopped and looked at her. Angela stared back at them and repeated her earlier command. She stared back at them with a firm look. She wasn't going to back down though in front of ghosts… that was a different kettle of fish but it was like any other job. She stood firm and looked at the ghosts. "Enough of this. Open the doors."

"You are not Miss Gore."

"No I'm not but I have low tolerance for your antics." Angela had taken a couple of steps into the room. Her hand slowly went out to the side to warn Dean to stay back. "So enough is enough. Open the doors… Now!" She hadn't meant to but she ended up throwing a little bit of what the boys called her bossy nag demeanor into that.

"Miss Gore wouldn't let us have any fun. Now you won't."

"We want our fun."

Dean took that to mean as a threat. He saw the knives come out and he was on his feet, grabbing the poker. He came at the three ghosts just as Angela shouted at him to stop. The next thing he knew, he was sent flying across the room and pinned to the wall. He lost his poker and two of the boys had come to stand in front of him, ready to scalp him. He lost track of the third one. At the moment his concern was that he was in line for a new haircut and it wasn't going to end up pretty.

He would have almost bought it but he saw the iron poker slash through, warding off the two ghosts. Behind them was Sam wielding the poker. Dean grinned, "Thanks."

They were joined by Angela who was more or less unharmed. She said, "I warned you to stay back."

"Yeah well you try it when it looks like they were going to give you a new do," Dean protested. He put his hands on his hips and took a breath. "What was that about anyway?"

"Explanations best saved for later," Angela replied as she looked around the moment her eyes flared. She scanned the room as her body tensed.

Dean would have said something but Sam was suddenly yanked off his feet and thrown to the ground. His own poker slid out of his reach. He called out, "Sam!" He was about to help his brother when he was also yanked off his feet. He landed on the ground and hard.

Angela looked around and tensed up and said, "Stop it now!"

One of the boys flickered into view and looked at her with a look of loathing. She looked back at him and said, "Enough."

The ghosts reacted by trying to throw Sam and Dean around. Her reaction was automatic as she flung her arms out and caught them. She held them in midair and lowered them. "I mean it you brats. Stop right now!" She looked around waiting for one of them to appear. She had enough of this playing games shit.

"You won't let us have fun."

"No." Angela gave a warning look as she noticed them trying to go after Sam and Dean. She was aware that she was vamping out to the extent that it was just her eyes glowing. She stared at the ghost and called, "Boys, front and center. Now!"

Two of them appeared. They were looking at her and glaring. They pulled out the knives ready to kill. She held out her hand in a stopping motion. "Where is the other?"

They didn't answer but stepped forward. She didn't move but she saw Sam and Dean start to move to try and help. She said, "Don't move." She kept her concentration on the ghosts. "Stop! Stay!"

It was a standoff between the two ghosts and her until she was flung aside. She managed to keep her feet on the ground but she slid along the ground. She hit the wall and came face to face with the third one. At the same time the other two took on Sam and Dean.

One managed to get Dean flat on his back and got on top of him. The other had grabbed Sam by his hair and pulled him down. Angela started forward to help them when the third one pushed her back. She growled and shoved back and hard. It forced her to vamp out to the point that her teeth were showing. She tried to get to Sam but the ghost decided to throw something at her. She growled, "Naughty, naughty, naughty."

It sounded much like Leticia Gore but it wasn't like anyone was going to pay attention. The ghost that came out of nowhere to fight her came at her and she ended up pressed against the wall. She could feel the power of the ghost pressing on her but she pushed back and ended falling to the ground and her hair was being pulled. She gave an elbow and hit the brat and twisted. She did it just in time to grab the wrist of the brat that held the knife.

Sam and Dean were struggling with their own ghosts. Angela gritted her teeth and pushed. She narrowed her eyes and shouted, "Back off!" She shoved and the ghost went flying.

At that moment the ghosts flamed out. Angela let out gulps of air as she got to her feet. She looked around and then at the Winchesters. She then realized that her teeth were out and reeled them back in. She patted Dean's shoulder as she went to help Sam up. She offered a hand and hauled him up when he grabbed her wrist. She was about to pull away but Sam hadn't let go of her wrist. She looked at him and found him looking at her. It had her wondering if she did something to freak him out.

"You know, maybe that guy was right," Dean's voice interrupted. He held up the poker and added, "Maybe we should put these things on a bungee."

Sam and Angela looked at him. Angela was looked at him with a raised brow and became aware that Sam's hand was on her lower back, gentle and firm. Sam, on the other hand, wanted to deck his brother but he couldn't deny his agreement either as he pressed his hand on Angela's lower back.

Kesset looked around the room as he listened to Chuck talk more about the books. He had to admit that he was rather impressed at the stories they told. Unlike most of the people there, he knew that the stories were real. Well he had no trouble believing that Sam and Dean went through all these things. He did have trouble understanding why they didn't include the one person that was important to the Winchesters.

"The doors are salted. It should be fine."

Kesset turned to look at Kate. He knew that she knew the truth about his world but she never really had been put into the position that the Winchesters and the princess had been. "This is serious, Kate. Spirits are not something to be messed with."

"I know that."

Kesset hummed a bit and shifted in his seat. He was not comfortable sitting for long periods of time in a room full of people that didn't know or understand the world that he was from. It was only made easier with Kate there since she seemed to understand and the major point was that she was accepting of his wings.

Showing her had been a big step. The incident in the dream, he didn't consider as counting as Dean would put it since it was in the dream realm and most people didn't tend to believe it anyway. He had been seeing her since he had been ordered to see her and by his princess. It was a sort of funny story since the order was given by a four year old version of the princess and he was inclined to obey and always did.

Kate wasn't scared of them like he thought. She stared at him wide eyed as she took a breath and showed her his wings. It had been nerve wracking since he had come to like Kate very much. He had no problems with humans since there were plenty of them living at Karnak. The Winchesters were human and he admired them in the way how they dealt with those like him and the princess. They didn't see them as monsters but as beings who wanted to help in protecting humanity. Kate's reaction to his wings was encouraging. It was more so when she stood up and asked if she could touch them.

Kesset was surprised at first but he was willing to let her touch them. He was even more surprised when she asked him to tell her if she was touching them the wrong way. He complied with her request and let her know when she touched a sensitive part but for the most part, she knew what she was doing. It was evident when she gave a slight chuckle and said, "And here I was thinking that the stories my grandpa told me were just stories."

That had Kesset curious. She was still petting his wings at the time so he held still but it was becoming evident that her touch had a different effect on him than when the princess soothed his agitation. He looked straight ahead and replied, "What stories?"

"Oh stories about a race of beings that were considered the best warriors, guardians really. He mentioned something about how only ten stood against an army that was after the royal family of Egypt. They fought until none of the enemy was left."

Kesset was familiar with that story. That was during the days of ancient Egypt. There was a lot in human history that was not there since it involved things that people would thing improbable to near impossible. He ended up correcting her, "Actually one was left. He was found wandering the desert…"

That led to Kate questioning him about the stories. It was opening a can of worms but she wanted to know and he ended up telling a lot about himself. Some he kept to himself. He didn't mention his training as a Royal Guard nor the stories that were told of his father. She didn't press but she didn't judge him either. It made him comfortable enough to introduce him to his world a little more. The first was taking her for a flight.

Looking at her, he said, "I know you know. I still don't know if it was right to show you this world."

"You showed me the day you showed those wings." Kate looked at Kesset and noticed how tense he was. "You're worried."

"I'm nervous," Kesset replied as he shifted uncomfortably. "There are innocent people here and three angry ghosts. And we are locked in."

"And you could break out if you wanted to."

"Maybe but I am not inclined to expose…"

"I'm kidding Kess," Kate replied giving a slight bump with her elbow. She gave a slight grin since she wanted him to know she was just joking. She was taking it serious though. She may not have seen what Kess had seen or even what Sam and Dean had even though she had read the books. Reading about it and experiencing it were totally two different things. "You're worried about her."

"The princess is my charge. The last time I wasn't there…" Kesset cleared his throat. He didn't want to sully this. "Excuse me."

Kate watched as he got up to pace the back of the room. She wasn't jealous. She was concerned about him. She noticed it when he visited her a couple of weeks ago. He was agitated and when he finally told her, he ended up leaving quickly. She spent the time looking through her grandfather's old books and learned a great deal. She spent the time trying to help Kesset and he appreciated it. They also bonded over the Supernatural books since they knew the real Sam and Dean.

She checked to make sure that Kesset didn't decide to go in patrol mode meaning shifting into a form that would probably freak out the people. She also made sure he didn't inadvertently reveal his wings. That was harder to explain though they may think that he was an angel or something. And maybe he would have been mistaken for cosplay considering…

"I fell in love for the first time at sixteen. Lost my virginity actually."

Kate turned back in her seat to see Carver Edlund speaking. She was under the same impression Angela was; he was a little nervous and jumpy. She knew that he was writing the stories of Sam and Dean and she was curious how that happened. Kesset explained that there were people who were chosen to see their life as it played out. He called them Prophets of the Lord.

"But then she went around telling everybody it didn't count so…"

Kate felt for the guy. She knew that he had been put on the spot to keep the people here in the room. She knew the truth and that he was trying. To everyone else, it was like a painful seminar on the logistics of cataloguing species of caterpillars or something like that. She would have liked to help but she had no idea what to do and she doubted that Kesset would be receptive to that. So she sat in her seat and pretended to be interested.

"Uh… Excuse me. You really can't leave. Please, sir."

Kate automatically turned to see one of the hotel staff heading for the exit. She looked around for Kesset and was relieved when he stopped the man and politely asked him to return to his seat. She knew that he was going to be the nice guy he was and didn't have a problem manhandling people. He would rather be pushed aside than manhandle a civilian.

The staff stepped aside and opened the door just as Kesset put a hand on his forearm and someone shouted for them not to open the door. The door was opened anyway. Kate saw the ghost appear and blinked as she stood up in her seat. At that moment, Kesset grabbed the staff and pulled him away just as the ghost pulled out the knife.

At the same time an iron microphone stand came down and through the ghost making him dissipate. Kate blinked when she saw Carver Edlund holding it and moving to shut the door. Kesset had shoved the man away and had turned to give the man moral support as he said, "I said no one leaves, damn it. Now somebody salt this door."

Salt was laid down quickly and Kate was out of her seat to stand next to Kesset. She gave him a peck on the cheek and whispered, "Nice keeping it in control."

"I never liked the man," Kesset admitted in a similar whisper, "But I don't hurt civilians." He looked at the door and then upwards slightly. "Let's just hope that the Winchesters take care of things."

They found out when Kesset told her that it was taken care of. He had explained how most beings could sense the supernatural and how he could. Kate trusted him but she suggested that they wait until they received the all clear from the Winchesters.

A/N: Looks like the ghosts are running amok but there are hunters in the house to save the day. Sort of. Stay tuned for more There a Hunter in House?...