SORRY ABOUT THE SHORTNESS OF THIS CHAPTER! IRONICALLY, IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE IT. IT SAYS EVERYTHING THAT I WANTED TO CONVEY, THOUGH, DESPITE ITS SLIGHT CHOPPINESS. DON'T WORRY THERE'S MORE TO COME!
"Sam wakes abruptly at the sudden blaring of the car radio. He looks over at Dean, who is nodding his head to classic rock. "How long was I out?" Sam wonders, rubbing his eyes.
"A couple hours," Dean says.
"Did you check in with Cass?"
"Yes, I did, and they're both fine, so quit worrying. Worry about the case."
Sam nods. "How far until Wyoming?"
"Got about fifty miles to go."
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"Cass, you do remember the way to school, right?"
"Of course I do," he assures her.
"Riiiiight," Anna says.
Castiel clears his throat. "Which way do I…"
"Left," Anna sighs, staring out of the window.
Upon their arrival at Anna's school, she is not at all surprised to find that she is ten minutes late. "Thanks, Cass," she mutters, waking up to the front doors of the school and pressing the intercom.
She walks into her first period class as her teacher is explaining Punnett squares and dominant and recessive genes.
At the end of fifth period, Anna's stomach churns when her teacher pulls her aside. "Anna, I need to speak to you. I think you know what about."
"Yes…?" she asks, gulping nervously.
"Your grades in this class have been slipping and I think it would be best if I had a chat with your parents."
"Uh, my dad is out of town. On business."
"Well, then I'll just have to speak with your mother."
"Uh, my mom isn't available either."
"Oh, really?" her teacher asked, obviously under the impression that Anna was making excuses. "Why ever not?"
Anna looks down at her feet. "She's dead," she mumbles.
The teacher's sure expression turns to a frown and she suddenly looks very sympathetic. "Well...I am very sorry to hear that." She pauses. "Be sure to notify me when your father is available." Anna groans at the sound of the tardy bell.
"I'll write you a pass."
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Sam let's out a sigh of relief as they pull into the motel where they'll be spending the night.
Once they are settled in, Sam opens his computer to continue research. "So, all of the signs so far are pointing to vengeful spirit. Do you think this'll just be a simple salt and burn?"
Dean shakes his head. "I hope so, Sammy."
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Last period seems to come quicker than Anna expected. "Alright, ladies and gentlemen, get into your groups."
Anna tries to keep her cool as Jack comes over, holding a large, white poster board. "You ready to get started?"
"Yeah, and I was wondering, though, candy land is a bit complicated are we just going to-"
"Nope, we are going to make English Land, and it's going to be so good, that the makers of candy land are going to second guess themselves."
Anna takes a moment to admire the triumphant smile on his face. Crap! You're staring again! "Uh," Anna says, trying to recover, "that...sounds like a plan."
"O..kay," he says. "What do we do first?"
"First, we have to write out every question and and answer on the index cards."
"Ugh, that's no fun. Can't I just get started on the game board?"
Anna feels a strong urge to give in and do all the cards herself, but instead says, "Yeah, no."
He shrugs, "Worth a shot." And Anna giggles. It's small, so you might not have noticed if you weren't paying attention. Jack does, though, and he grins, making a mental note to make Anna laugh more often.
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"Have you noticed any strange occurrences in the house, cold spots?"
The tearful woman looks up at Sam. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Ma'am, I think that this will all go over a lot easier if you just answer our questions," Dean interjects.
"No, nothing like that," the woman offers.
"Did Sarah have any enemies, someone who would want to hurt her?" Sam continues.
"Well no… There was…"
"What is it?" he urges.
"Uh, she had this friend, Amy, they were very close. They had a falling out… And not long after, Amy passed…"
"Mrs. White," Dean says, "we're going to have to ask you one more strange question." Dean allows a short pause. "Where was Amy buried?"
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Dean wipes the sweat from his brow as he dusts off Amy's coffin under the cover of night. He pries it open and finds himself slightly taken aback by Amy's beauty. He'd forgotten that she just died. "Got it, Sammy!" Dean says.
Sam nods, helps his brother out of Amy's grave and pours the salt and gas inside of the coffin. He lights a match and holds it up for a moment, only to have it go out seconds later. He tries to light another, but his efforts are stalled when he is flung into the air. "Dean," Sam manages to choke out. He's being held in the air from his throat by an invisible entity.
Dean scrambles for the matchbox and lights one, dropping it hastily onto the grave site. He watches as the spirit burns and a sputtering Sam is dropped to his knees. "Thanks," Sam gasps. Dean nods.
It's just another day.
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At the bunker, Anna opens the refrigerator to find it empty yet again. "Cass!" she yells.
"What is it?" Castiel asks, making his way into the kitchen. "I had to pause Netflix."
"You forgot to get food!" Anna groans.
"No, I didn't," he says. "Look in the freezer." She does as he says and pulls out a tv dinner.
"I meant real food, Cass."
"It's not fake," Castiel says. "You can eat it."
Anna shakes her head at him and pulls up the corner on the tv dinner. She sticks it in the microwave and presses start. "Cass, give me your phone."
"Why?"
"Because I don't have one, and I need to text Sam." He hands it to her, looking puzzled as he begins to type.
Castiel: Sam, is your hunt over yet? - Anna
Anna stares at the screen moment, pleasantly surprised when he responds almost immediately.
Sam: On our way home. Should be back by early morning.
Castiel: Please bring food.
Castiel: Why do we never have food?
Sam: Will bring food. See you soon.
Castiel: Hurry. Cass is starting another season on Netflix.
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Anna's eyes pry open at the sound of the door opening. She looks at the clock next to her. It reads 3:04 am. Her eyes feel like cinder blocks and they don't seem to want to open. But she forces them, and pulls down the covers, exposing her legs to the brisk air of the bunker. She exits into the hallway, looking for Sam or Dean. She hears them. It's just rustling, so they must be trying hard not to wake her.
When Anna enters the kitchen, she is instantly blinded by the brightness of the open refrigerator door. "Mhh," she moans, making out the shadowed images of Sam and Dean.
"Hey," Sam whispers, "what're you doing up?"
"Thirsty," she says groggily. Dean hand her a water bottle that they probably got from their grocery run at the Gas n' Sip. "Thanks, " she mumbles, her eyes feeling extremely heavy. And then they just close.
When Anna awakes again, it's in her bed, and to her seven o'clock alarm
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