It had been said that the writers are among most courageous people. Writing really needs courage. Review and give me the courage please.
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"Yeah. Whatever." Mary said. Mrs. Perfect again thinks she knows every thing better than everybody else. Her cousin Ann has always been smarter than her. It's so hard to be corrected by some one younger than you constantly.
"Sorry. I just thought you would be interested."
"The agents are here to investigate a case. If you know what that means?" Mary taunted her cousin to get back to her for ruining her moment with the two extremely handsome agents.
"Sorry…." She said, ready to leave. Ann was a smart girl but she had a very low self steam.
"No, no. It's ok." Sam said, "Actually I'm interested. I really like antiques, besides our investigation is almost over." He was pretty sure there is a relation between the murders and the carpet. He wasn't intended to let go of his only clue easily.
She cast a glance at Mary, "I ….. have something to do……my cousin can help you." And then she left before Sam or Dean can say any thing else. She knew her cousin didn't want her to be there.
"She is my cousin, Ann. She lives with us. She studies here." She said hoping the agents didn't ask anything more questions about Ann.
"So the carpet, is she really a creature?" Dean asked.
"Well she doesn't have a tail or horn. What do you think? Don't take my cousin seriously; she is been here for only for a few months."
"Every thing is possible. Every culture has its lore. Don't you think?" Sam asked. He wanted to make the conversation about the carpet.
"It can be a fairy or something. My grand mother thinks it brings happiness and luck for the women of my family. She made my cousin to bring it with her here." Mary knew their grandmother was an excessively superstitious woman, so she never believed it.
"So she can't be an evil creature, the woman in the carpet?"
"I guess not. What kind of evil creature brings luck?"
"Well does it bring luck?" Dean asked, trying to sound casual. Mary shouldn't get suspicious they were after information about the carpet.
Mary smiled "If you want to see me cause of that carpet, I guess it does." she smirked.
Dean smirked too.
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Sam and Dean walked out of the house after Dean took Mary's phone number.
"I still can't believe it, we came here to investigate a case and you still managed to get our witness' phone number."
"Hey. It's not my fault, you were there. She started it, besides we still don't have much information about the creature." Dean quoted "creature" with his fingers.
"She doesn't know crap about the carpet. You should have tried to hit on her cousin." Sam said as they both got in the car.
"Ann? You're kidding right? She is not the kind of girl you can hit on."
Sam looked at him doubtfully. "I didn't know you can tell fortunes."
"Believe me. I'm the pro here. Remember?" Dean said winking.
Sam smiled, "Right."
"So what's the next move?"
"More research. Now we know where to look."
"Hmm….We must make sure the Blondie in the carpet is not a naughty girl. I drop you at the library." Most of the times having a geeky little brother wasn't a bad thing at all.
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Mary was sitting on the couch. Looking at Dean's phone number and day dreaming. The agents were really handsome. If Dean was gorgeous, detective Johnson was just adorable. She was so lucky they were investigating last night's case. Every cloud has a silver lining after all, she thought.
"Maryam, are they gone?" Ann came down the stairs.
"Don't call me Maryam. And yes, they are gone." Maryam was her name in Persian, the Persian for Mary. She always preferred Mary.
"Do they know any thing about the murderer?" She sat on the couch across from her cousin, the daughter of her maternal uncle.
"I don't know. I didn't ask. Why?"
"The murders…….they're kind of strange. They remind me of grandma's stories. You remember them?"
"I forgot every thing related to our country. You should too. What is to remember?" Mary asked. She couldn't care less about her illiterated grandmother's stories. "I think you're a little bit homesick. You're gonna get use to it. Don't worry."
"It's not that." She really didn't have a good feeling about it.
"What? You think that mysterious murderer who kills like an old creature in some stupid old story is going to kill you and pull out all of your hair?"
"I just hope your father comes back home soon." Her uncle was out of town on a trip to meet some customers. He wasn't suppose till next week.
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Sam was sitting in the motel room reviewing all his notes from the library when Dean came in with food.
"I hope you have figured out what we're hunting? I'm getting itchy for some action." Dean put the food on the small table.
"Well there is lore in southern Iran about a creature who kills woman in labor by stealing their liver." Sam sighed still looking at his laptop. "Most of the web pages are in Farsi, I couldn't get much, unless it looks like a woman with blond hair."
"Blond hair? Like the woman in the carpet, Right?" Dean sat across from Sam.
"Yes exactly." Sam closed his laptop and reached for the bag of sandwiches.
"We don't need to know anything else as long as we know how to kill it."
"That's exactly our problem. We don't know how to kill it. I couldn't find anything, not on the web nor in the library. I'm not even sure it's the creature that we are after."
"Maybe the girls know something." Dean was thinking about a visit to Mary that besides information could have some other benefits for him.
"Even if they don't know anything about the creature maybe they can help us to translate some of the sources. They are from Iran." Sam said "Ask Mary if her cousin knows anything else."
"We should talk to her in person. Hey, why don't you talk to her while I talk to Mary?" Meaning that I'll have some fun while you get the information.
But Sam didn't care; Dean had the right to have a break once in a while. "Ok, call Mary, we visit them tonight.
Dean called Mary after he finished her burger with extra onions. Luckily she invited both of them to her house for a drink, so no need for him to hook his geek brother to Ann.
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It was eight pm when Sam and Dean stopped at Mary's house and get out of the car.
Sam got out of the car first; he cast a glance at the house as he shut the Impala's door. For a second he thought he saw something at the door. When he looked again to see carefully he didn't see anything. He wouldn't care if it wasn't for the fact that it looked like a woman with bleached blond hair and pitch black dress.
"I think I saw something Dean."
"What?"
"It looked liked a blond woman, I saw it at the door."
Dean looked at the house. There was nothing there, and every where was so quite. He went to the truck and opened it; he took out his shot gun and loaded it with salt rounds. Then loaded Sam's shot gun with silver bullet and gave it to him. "We don't know how to kill it, but better safe than sorry."
They both hided their shot guns at their waist band behind them under their jackets.
At the door Dean rang. When they were waiting for someone to open the door Sam felt as if some one is was there watching him. He looked around and was about to tell Dean when Mary opened the door.
"Hi detectives, come in please."
"Hi Mary." Dean walked into the house.
"Hi." Sam greeted too. He was about to walk into the house when a sudden wind blow into the house. It leaved the door wide open. Then suddenly there was nothing again.
Sam looked at Dean, and by the look on his face he could say Dean noticed it too.
"Wow, looks like we have a windy night." Mary said as she closed the door.
She was about to led the guys to living room when they heard a loud scream. It was Ann. Her scream stopped mid way as if she was suffocated and couldn't scream because she had not any breathe left to do so.
"Anahita" Mary called her cousin. Anahita was Ann's name in Persian. The name that she use to call her when they were kids and lived in Iran.
Dean took out his shot gun as he was running toward the living room, Sam fallowed closely.
At the living room in front of the carpet that was on the wall the woman with blond hair and black dress was standing, one of her hands were holding Ann by her hair and her other hand was on the carpet touching the hair of the woman in the carpet.
Dean didn't hesitate to shoot. One, two, three shot, one after another in a rapid sequence. The creature released Ann to hold her hand in front of her. The salt was scattered before it hit her.
Ann hit the ground taking a sharp auditable breathe. A lock of her hair fell from the fingers of the creature.
If rock salt doesn't work on this bitch maybe silver would. Sam shot her in the head. Useless. So he shot her in the heart. Also useless.
The creature moved her hand on the carpet alongside of the hair of the blond woman in the carpet, and then fisted her hand into the carpet. The hair of the woman in picture shone so the hair of the creature. Then with a loud shrill and a wave of her hand she sent all of them flying in the air.
Mary was the first one to hit the wall because she was standing behind Sam and Dean. Sam hit the wall with his back and fell on the floor on his hands. Somehow he could manage to keep his balance until Dean hit the wall and fell on him. They both ended up in heap on the floor.
Some part of Dean's body hit him on the head. Sam wasn't sure which part. his head hit the floor by the force of the impact.
The creature returned her attention to Ann again who was crawling on the ground to get away from her.
Dean got up from Sam. Sam started to get up too. After Dean landing on him Sam wasn't sure which way is up and which way is down, but he was sure of one thing. The hair of the woman in the carpet was the source of creature's power.
"Dean! The carpet." Sam shouted.
Dean didn't need any extra explanation. Sam's shot gun was on the floor in front of them. He took it and shot at the right corner of the tableau carpet. The carpet fell still hanging from its left corner and the creatures hand still on it. Dean then shot at the left corner; it hit the ground and fell forward, the creature lost her touch on it. The front side of the carpet was on the ground and the back side of it was up.
Ann took this chance to get away from the creature and shelter beside her cousin.
The creature took out a dagger from her clothes. Dean shot it away. It was clear that she wasn't very powerful without her hand on the carpet.
Dean felt that now that the creature is not as dangerous as before he should take the girls to the safety first.
"Mary, move. Move!... Out of here." Dean shouted.
Mary helped Ann out of the living room. Dean fallowed them to the door.
The creature used Dean's distraction to go to the carpet again.
Sam saw the creature was trying to lift the carpet. If she could touch the carpet again they were all toasted. So he attacked her, first pushed her away from the carpet then punched her in the face. He was about to punch her again when she cached his wrist firmly.
Sam groaned in pain. He felt his wrist was about to crush. Then he felt his energy was drained from him. He felt tired. The creature held his neck by her other hand and pressed her fingers in his skin. Sam tried to fight her, but he felt his limps are so heavy that they are about to fell off his body.
Mary and Ann get to the door opened it and ran out of the house. Dean watched them getting out of the door. Now he could handle the bitch easier, Dean thought.
Unless when he turned to the creature, she was holding Sam by neck. She was tall, even taller than Sam.
Sam felt there is the hole at the center of his chest which was growing bigger and bigger by moment. The hole grew to claim all of his body. He didn't understand the things that happened next.
Dean was watching when Sam's eyes rolled into his skull and his body went limp in the creature's hands.
Dean shot the rest of silver bullets at her. The only thing he could do,but it didn't do much.
The creature looked at the gun in Dean's hands then released Sam. Then vanished with a hard blow of wind. Dean almost lost his balance when the wind blow at him and out of the house.
Dean ran to Sam who was lying on his side beside the carpet unconscious.
TBC
So what do you think? Worth continuing?