First thing I want to say is sorry for the wait, I just simply haven't had the time and motivation to write. Now it's less than a week left of Christmas vacation and I decided that I have to get this chapter out there, so here it is chapter 15. I hope it is not as shitty as I feel it is but I tried and result is what it is but I hope you like it though. :)
Notifications: I don't own supernatural or anything related to it.
Warnings: Mentions of suicide. My first language is not English so there might (probably is) be mistakes in a grammar and spelling but I tried to minimalise them.
I don't have anything else to say, just sorry for the wait and I hope the last year was good for you, let's hope the next year is even better. Now enjoy!
I really thought that this hunt might be nice, mind refreshing even. This hunt is on the top ten of the most annoying hunts-list. And I thought, yeah it is going to be simple. First bump in the road were the fact that Wren the vengeful spirit was cremated. Second bump was the fact that I could not find the object he is attached to. Third, there is no way of me to get any source of fire here and I need it cause you know I have to burn the object. All I got is salt, and laying it on every door so no one could get killed is not an option because laying salt on the floor is not allowed. How do I know? I literally went door to door with a salt until I was stopped. Yes I was that desperate, thank God Sam doesn't know.
Even with my pride and dignity, I have to admit. I need outside help. I can't have another dead body on me, just can't. "Hey Christine!", I say when I see the new nurse passing by, "Could I use the phones?", She looks at me thinking, "I don't see why you couldn't.", she say flashing a white theety smile. I smile back and we together walk to the hall where the phones are.
I take one of the phone in my hand and dial Bobby's number. It rings a while and I'm afraid that he is not going to answer but soon I hear a grumpy "What", from the other side. "Bobby it's me, Dean , I need your help.", I say hastily. Bobby sights audibly, "What d'ya need?", he says clearly pissed. "Well I need you to help me to get a rid of a ghost, his name was Wren Grandell", I say noticing that the nurse is listening me closely, fuck it they think I'm crazy already so why not add some fuel to the fire. "And ya need my help with what exactly?", I sight. "Bobby let me remind you, I am inside a fucking mental hospital so my capacity to get rid of it is kind of low",I say now annoyed. "No need to talk to me like that boy", Bobby hisses, "Alright I look into it and see how I can help.", with that the line went dead.
I spare a glance to the nurse next to me, "Thanks", and walk away. I still am not on any kind of medication and I feel like after each session with the doctors they believe me more. Or it is just me and my hope getting the hell out of here messing with me. Either way, I have ghost to hunt. But it has to wait. Hopefully Bobby is quick, I don't want an another body to drop. I glance at a clock, oh goody it is time to have a talkie with my shrinks.
"So what are we gonna talk about today?", I say with a cheer that is so fake that even I want to punch myself. "Well we were just going to chat but then Christine told us something interesting, any guess what is it about?", Michael says, damn you Christine. "Oh, I know, my phone call must've been interesting topic to eavesdrop at", I say with a smirk. "Like to share us what was it about or do you want me to read what Christine said?", Michael continues. "Oh please let me.", I say with a chuckle, "You know the resent suicides?", I say. I get nods from both men so I continue. "Not suicides.", I run my hand trough my hear which has gotten unusually long, "All expect Wren Grandell's and Tom Runman's suicides were not suicides, they were murders."
"Murders?", Roger says, I look at him, "Yes murders and I know who killed them and why and I know how to stop him but I needed outside help and that was what the phone call about about." I look at they reaction and find a toughtful look from both of their faces. "So how do you stop him?", Michael asks.
"Well it's technically it not him, at least not anymore because his dead.", I say, "But to get rid of Wren Grandell's ghost, I need to burn his remains but he was cremated so I need to burn the object he is attached to.", "And to burn the body I obviously need a lighter, salt, gasoline would be nice too and just in case iron." I look at the men and cheerfully add, "Any questions?". They both looked puzzled but Michael clearly is paler than before. "What does ghosts look like Dean?", he asks with pain in his voice. "What?", I say hastily, "They usually look like they did the day they died or also the way they died, why are you asking that?", I say. Michael looks shakily from me to Roger. He says something but I can't make out what. "Whats wrong?", the other doctor asks from Michael, " You look like you are about to pass out, I'll go get some water." Roger leaves the room leaving me with Michael.
"You okay Doc?", I say carefully. "Dean listen to me", Michael says, getting my full attention. "I believe you.", Michael looks shaken and scared, "I don't want to but I do", First thing that comes in my mind is that he is fucking with me but the sincerity in his eyes tells me otherwise. Michael the shrink of all the shrinks believes me.
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