Eight

"The girl killed was a pawn for the person or entity behind this," LeSalle explained to his group of housemates as he paced back and forth in the front room. "I still don't know who or what it is, but it's using ghosts to kill its victims."

"That's just great," Drew chuckled, sarcasm bleeding through his voice. "Any ideas anyone?"

"What did the writing on the wall say?" Sam asked, LeSalle had mentioned writing when he'd gone to see the body and the crime scene with the brothers.

"It said "She rises, thus we rise with her"." LeSalle shrugged. "I have no idea what it means, but it doesn't sound good that's for sure."

"So we start digging," Delilah stood up from the couch. "We find out anyone who's heard of anything weird or we could always go to the source and try to summon this bitch."

"No!" Sam and Dean both exclaimed and everyone gave them looks. Sam coughed and Dean cleared his throat.

"What my brother and I were trying to say," Sam changed the subject from their outburst to a possible solution. "We shouldn't bring anything that's killing people to your house. If we're gonna summon it we need to go elsewhere."

"Yeah that's a great idea," Drew spoke up. "Cuz ya know we kinda sleep here?"

Dean sighed a bit at Drew's sort of innocence. Sure he was in the life, but the man was the sweetest and the most sensitive of the bunch. He could understand why LeSalle loved him, but he honestly didn't want him around when Lilith came around. That was another thing; they had to eventually tell LeSalle it was Lilith behind all of the killings. Castiel wouldn't like it, but Dean had always loved challenging authority from a young age and he wasn't afraid to do so again. Especially when their newly made friends were in potential danger too.

"I say we sleep on it tonight," LeSalle said. "Then we'll figure it out tomorrow before more people die."

Everyone seemed to agree to the idea and disbanded. Drew practically leapt up the stairs claiming he was going to take a shower. Delilah retired to her room to read. Sam went to his to go to sleep and Dean stayed on the couch and closed his eyes to go to sleep. Dean did sleep for a good half hour before voices from the kitchen woke him up.

"Drew tripped over the handle to your little lair down there," Loretta said. Dean lifted his head ever so slightly to see she was talking to LeSalle. He laid it back down so that neither of them saw him. "Sooner or later he's gonna find out. They both are."

"My mom never knew," LeSalle replied. "My dad kept it from her. I can do the same."

"For how long," Loretta asked. "Because last time I checked lying to family doesn't go over so well."

"It's for their own good that they don't know about me," LeSalle said with determination. "The shit I do is too dangerous."

"They're hunters," Loretta sipped the coffee she consumed to stay up late with LeSalle. "They do dangerous things every day too. Besides I'm sure if your house guests knew they'd understand. You're not a bad man."

"M'just a good man with tainted blood," LeSalle sighed as he stared down at the floor where the handle stuck up just enough for him to grab it with one finger, but also so that it wasn't typically visible to the naked eye. "If I tamper too much this time who knows what I'll summon?"

Summon? Dean felt dread wash over him like a waterfall. The exact reason LeSalle had spoken was why Dean stayed at motels and didn't work with other hunters. He never knew what they were hiding. LeSalle was something, sure he was a man, but there was something darker to him that he was either fighting or he didn't want to admit to even the man he loved. That sent up a small warning flag to Dean right there. He determined it was best to sleep on it as had been suggested before, but he'd be keeping an eye on LeSalle Parker for the remainder of his and Sam's time in New Orleans.

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Deacon Barnes sat with two of his buddies, Hus Matthews and Tyler Bates in a boathouse restaurant on the bayou playing cards, drinking and smoking. Deacon had a winning hand and had yet to throw it down. He was getting some sort of satisfaction from watching his friends bet more money over and over again and lose large amounts. He watched as Hus threw down his cards.

"I quit man," Hus coughed from the smoke around him. "I'm down like a hundred. I gotta Saints game ta bet on tomorrow too."

"Suit yourself pansy," Tyler laughed and Deacon chuckled. "We're gonna play til we're drained."

"Speakin' a drained," Hus replied. "I gotta drain the lizard. I'll be back."

Hus walked out the front door and Deacon and Tyler went back to playing before they heard a scream about ten minutes after. Deacon grabbed his knife and Tyler cocked his gun. They both ran towards the door of the restaurant and then outside into the warm and muggy New Orleans night air. All was silent for a few moments until Deacon turned around to face something straight out of his worst nightmares. There was a ghost and it was holding a gutted Hus by his foot and smirking evilly at Deacon and Tyler. The ghost advanced on them and Tyler tried to run before she snapped his neck abruptly and he fell to the grass. Deacon stared, horrified.

"You've waited too long," the ghost said in an eerie voice. "We rise because she will tonight. And there isn't a thing you alone can do to stop us."

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So what will Deacon do now? His friends are dead?

And will Sam and Dean tell the others about Eve in time?

More to come soon!