I pace back and force anxiously. Sam and Dean still sitting on the couch following me with their eyes.
"You're going to get nowhere like that, Kim." Dean sighed
"What the hell do you expect me to do?" I look at him, still moving
"Sit down, and take a breather."
"In case you didn't notice, my roommates are going to be home any minute, I need to find a reasonable explanation for what happened. You know, why there's blood everywhere in the laundry, and the kitchen. Or why it looks like a four year old dragged a scalpel across my chest."
"There really isn't an explanation you can just wing to them to get them to believe you. We're in this together." Sam said, standing up and moving in front of me. I tried to go around, but he grabbed my shoulders forcing me to look at him. "You need to sit down a minute. You aren't going to get very far talking to them all wound up."
I narrowed my eyes at him, huffing air out of my nose.
"Fine." I roll my eyes, and Sam lets go of my shoulders. I move my way toward the couch, plopping down next to Dean. Cursing myself when my chest started throbbing. Sam sat down on the arm of the couch, and we just stared at the T.V screen. I was too stubborn and was facing away from the boys, arms across my chest and pouting, and the boys had no idea how to react, so they just remained quiet. It was like this for some time until my ears perked from hearing keys slide into the lock.
"Oh my God." I whisper, turning around and facing the door.
"Just relax." Dean said, putting a hand on my knee.
The time it was taking them to unlock the door and open it, was agonizingly slow. In reality it was only a few seconds, but in my mind it felt like hours. Once the door knob turned, a sweat started to appear on my brow.
"Kimi, we're home!" Piper sing-songed as she walked into the apartment.
"I hope you didn't throw any hardcore parties without us." Heidi piped in.
Once they were both in the room, and the door was shut behind them, they looked around. Their faces scrunched in confusion.
"Kimi, honey," Piper asked looking around still, "Why is there salt everywhere?" She looked at the couch, and stared at Sam and Dean.
"And why are the FBI agents here?" I took a deep breath and stood up, my back still toward them.
"There's actually something I have to tell you guys."
Once I turn and face them, both of their jaws dropped. Their gazes instantly looking at my chest. I put my hand up as they were about to ask a question.
"You guys need to have a seat, there is a lot to this story." I waited until each of them came close, Sam and Dean getting off the couch, and letting the girls sink in slowly.
"What happened, Kimi?" Heidi gasped, still gawking at my gash.
In a very long, and very rambly string of words. I explained to them that Sam and Dean were indeed not part of the FBI, but that they were 'Professional ghost hunters.' The look on their faces already read "crazy," but I to keep going. I then told them about the spirit that is haunting the place, and is after a girl named Iris, but tried to attack me instead. But I backed up in time for him to miss my throat and hit my chest instead. How Jason could have been killed by a werewolf, and all of that other 'normal' conversation. I said that Sam and Dean helped fix me up, keep me alive and help put the apartment back in order.
"But..." I trailed off, not look either one of my friends in the eye.
"But what?" Piper asked, moving to the edge of her seat.
"We're going to need a new kitchen table." My voice sounded small.
"Wait, what?"
She stood up and sped her way into the kitchen, making a loud gasp when she saw the table. She then came out and stared, and with a shaky voice, she asked:
"W-was that your-"
"Blood? Yeah." I looked down at my feet.
"How in the hell to you expect us to believe this?" Heidi asked, looking up at me. Quickly glaring at the two men.
"Did you guys force her into this? Did you attack her? What the hell is wrong with you?" she stood up and walked toward Dean, getting in his face.
"Hey! We didn't do anything, your Highness." He placed his hands on her shoulders, and distanced her from him.
"Then tell us what the hell happened!" Piper chimed in.
"Guys, believe it or not, this is the truth." Sam looked at them, pleading with his eyes.
"Nice try, Gladiator, but puppy dog eyes don't work on me." Piper sneered.
I laughed because Sam looked shocked, as if that was the first time in his whole life that he had heard that.
"Guys," I whisper, "This is the truth. They didn't threaten me, or try to kill me. Hell, even if they did, why would they still be here? These men saved my life. I owe them everything. I know it sounds crazy, and I know that it's definitely a lot to take in. But it's the honest truth." I gaze deep into my friends eyes, pleading with myself that this was enough to get them to believe me.
"Even if this part is true, what about that werewolf thing that supposedly killed Jason?" Piper asked, staring at her lap.
"Trust me, I'm not fully on board with that either, but I mean if all of this is true, what else is out there that we brushed off as a myth?"
"Tons. There's vampires, shape shifters, wendigoes-" Dean Cut in,
"Dean, I don't think that's a good idea." Sam said, his lips forming a hard line.
"How do you guys know all of this?" Heidi asked, looking at Dean.
"We grew up learning this, and hunting these things."
"That must've sucked." Piper scoffed
"Well, we did save many lives."
"However," I piped up, "Even though I'm sure those people are grateful, didn't you ever want to live your own? Go to a concert, or a party with your friends?"
"We had our priorities set then."
I thought it would be best if I didn't pry.
"So," Sam said, breaking the silence. "How's everyone doing?"
"Not sure if I believe you," Piper stood up and walked to Dean, extending her arm. "But, I'll do my part that keeps everyone from being hurt."
"Alright, Sam and I will give you a safe house, and once we take care of this we'll send you guys the okay, got it?" he shook Pipers hand
"Hold up." I say, and walk in front of the group, all eyes set on me "I thought you said we're all in this together."
"We are."
"Then if we are, we're coming with, and helping out." I stood tall-well as tall as I could compared to his 6'1" stance-, crossing my arms.
"No friggin way." Dean said flatly.
"And why not?" I ask, my voice getting louder.
"Because I'm not putting your lives on the line just because you're too stubborn and nosy to say home."
"Dean, strength comes in numbers! Imagine the odds, five against one werewolf, and one ghost."
"Yeah, but we actually know what we're doing."
"And we don't? Piper is great with research, Heidi is a great actress, and I can break into buildings and other assorted things. We all have a little more to us, but this should be enough. Dean, please. Anyway, you could use me. I'm great bait for this ghost."
"She's got a-" Sam started
"Don't you dare finish that sentence, or I will end you." Dean said through grit teeth,
Dean and I had a stare down in the middle of the space, Sam, Heidi, and Piper sitting in awkward silence, hoping for someone to say something. Dean broke off, throwing his arms up in defeat, turning and pacing across the room.
"Fine! But you-all of you- have to do everything we say, and how we say it. Capiche?" He stared daggers into my skull, me being almost too happy to return them.
"We'll cross that bridge when we get there."
"Alright, you all need to pack a bag." Sam said, trying to relieve some of the tension in the room.
"What? Why?" Heidi asked, knitting her brow.
"You need someplace safe to stay while we deal with everything. This place is most certainly haunted by a vengeful spirit, and is royally pissed off. It already tried to kill Kim, so even though we're sorta sure that he's not after you two, it's better be safe than sorry."
"Oh wonderful," I say and flash a sarcastic smile, "They're sorta sure."
"It's a start." Heidi said, desperate to cut the tension between me and Dean.
"So, where are we going?" I huff air out of my nose, letting my arms fall to my sides.
"You're coming to the bunker with us."
"Are you sure that's the best idea? Will this thing follow us?" I asked.
"It shouldn't. Spirits usually stay in one location unless there's something tying it to you. And you don't have any personal connection with this spirit, right?" Sam asked.
"No, it kept calling me Iris. I have no idea who that is, or who the ghost was." I twirl the end of my braid, looking down at the floor. Was this really happening?
"Then we should be fine, now we need to get a move on. Saving people, hunting things." Dean stated, clapping his hands slowly.
I rolled my eyes and walked down the hallway. I couldn't believe that I was listening to these guys. They could be psychos for all I know. However, the feeling in my gut, and my intuition was telling me otherwise. Once I get to my room, I ease myself over the salt line, and to my closet.
"What am I even supposed to bring?" I huff aloud, hitting a blazer hanging in front of me.
"I think some regular clothes will do." I jump, and turn around.
"God dammit, Sam." I close my eyes, and bring my hand to my forehead.
"Sorry, I think I should have knocked." One corner of his mouth was lifted, and he shrugged nervously.
"Are you okay?" I ask, walking toward him, "You look more nervous than a 3rd grader at the science fair."
"Uh, Yeah." He said, looking down and looking up, brushing hair out of his eyes. "I actually wanted to talk to you about something."
"Spill, if we don't hurry Dean is going to nag us." I reach under the end of my bed, sliding out my duffle.
"Um," he let out a nervous chuckle.
"Sam, are you sure you're okay?" I place it on my bed, lifting the flap.
"No, no. I'm fine. You know, I'll just. I'll talk to you later, okay?" he gave an awkward grin and wave and walked out of my room.
"Okay then." I shrug, and turn to my dresser.
I wasn't sure how long we were going to be gone, I figured I'd pack for about a week. I threw in a couple pairs of jeans, shorts, shirts, undergarments, and some basic toiletries. I throw the strap over my shoulder and stop in the doorway, glancing back toward my dresser. Hanging from it was a silver chain, on the end of it was a cross. It was wrapped in a vine, and by the top was a rose. I walk back and hold the cool metal in my hands. I was never big on carrying crosses around, but it was passed down to me from my great grandmother. She passed away last summer, and she handed this down to me. I open the chain and clasp it around my neck. Mentally kicking myself for almost leaving is behind.
"Are you guys ready yet?" An annoyed Dean shouted from the lounge.
"Keep your pants on, we'll be out when we're out." Piper responded.
"Keep the claws in kitties." I shout walking down the hallway.
"You don't have much room to talk, you've been bickering all afternoon." Heidi teased, falling into step with me.
"Oh shush!" I gently pushed her shoulder.
We stop in the lounge, Dean impatiently tapping his foot on the floor and looking up at the ceiling. I see from the corner of my eyes that Heidi was narrowing her eyes. When I see her, I notice that she wasn't giving him a mean look, but the look. I raise my eyebrows at her.
"Someone like what they see?" I mouth. Her jaw dropped, and I snickered causing both of the men to glance over.
Once they looked away, she hit my arm only resulting in me laughing harder.
"You're too cute, Heidi." I laugh, placing my hand on her shoulder. I walk past her, feeling her warm glare on my back.
"Piper!" I shout
"Hurry the hell up!" Heidi finished.
"You guys are such bitches." She groaned, hauling her bag behind her.
"Only because we love you." I smiled sweetly.
"Bite me."
I laughed, and grabbed my black coat off of the hook by the door.
"Alright, let's head out of here." Dean opened the door, using his arm to gesture us out of the room.
We headed down the hall, and I slipped my room key in my pocket. Staring down Jason's door as we passed it, and into the elevator. Watching it get smaller and smaller as the elevator doors closed. Until I saw nothing at all. I felt people tug on my arms. Piper and Heidi clinging to me, keeping me together.
"Thanks you guys." I whisper.
"Of course." Heidi said
"Never a problem." Added Piper.
"We're going to take down what did this, if it's the last thing I do." I looked at Sam and Dean in the eyes.
"We wouldn't expect anything less." Dean reassured.
"Good." I make a sad smile, and face the elevator door again.
We reached ground floor, and made our way out of the building. Sitting in the same exact spot where I had found it before was the Impala. Dean walked ahead of us so he could open the trunk, and sliding his stuff into the far back. He then opened another smaller compartment in the bottom, revealing all kinds of weapons and herbs. Even gallons of water. He used an old shot gun to hold it open.
"What is this? Some kind of arsenal?" I ask, standing beside him.
"That's exactly what it is, sweetheart." He smiled, throwing his gun in, Sam repeating the movement.
"If you guys are always surrounded by danger, wouldn't you want to hold on to those guns?" Heidi asked.
"Don't worry," Sam reassured. "There are more in the glove box."
"Comforting." Piper said.
Dean laid the shotgun down, and closed the lid of the arsenal. Then with one swift movement, we laid our bags in the trunk.
"Let's hit the road." Dean said, opening the driver's side door.
Us three sat together in the back, Heidi on the left, Piper in the middle, and me on the right. I looked into the rearview mirror, watching the apartment building get smaller and smaller, until eventually it was no longer in sight. I exhale sharply.
This better work out. I thought. We're going to take care of this once and for all.
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