Chapter 24
"Bobby I'm sorry!" Koven yelled into the pay phone. "I just called to tell you I was alright. No I'm a while out of the town I'm staying in." Koven said, looking out onto the dirt road.
"Are you an idjit!?"
"Bobby I'm twenty-five with a price on my soul, I'm gonna make the most of everything, and no offence, sitting in your house all day answering phones or listening to your bird clock wasn't helping the insanity." She said.
"Kid you gotta come back and wait for the boys."
"They can't protect me forever Bobby, I'm gonna die, and I'm gonna die soon." She said. "And I'm not coming back till I'm finished here. Did I ever tell you what was supposed to happen? Dean was supposed to sell his soul. He was the one who was going to die. He took advantage of that. He took everything for granted. Not it's my life on the line, a women he barley knows and he's acting different.
"He's not all 'oh but I'm gonna die, I better fuck this girl I know before it's to late', he's actually caring about himself and about others. And weather that is a good or a bad thing, Bobby he can't protect me forever. I'll be back soon, if I have any problem I'll call you or the boys." Before Bobby could speak, Koven slammed the phone back into it's position on the pay phone box and stepped out.
Breathing in, she walked to her parked car, and drove off.
"Dean?" Koven turned over in her bed, seeing Dean in the other bed. "Dean?" He wasn't waking up. "Dean are you okay?" Koven took in a sharp breath, seeing what was wrong.
It was a girl, laying on her back, her pink hair fanned beneath her.
"Not even close. Dumb ass." Koven jumped out of her bed, backing up. The girl sat up, her eyes a deep maroon color.
"N-no. Y-you're just a voice." Koven said. "You're not r-real." She said, backing up till she was against a wall.
"Well it seams not, freak." She stood up, wearing an over-sized grey t-shirt and a pair of grass green skinny jeans. "I've gotten inside your noggin. I've made you crazy. Insane. I've now created myself. Theodora's not the only resident of your coconut now." She circled her bed to the door. "And I'm not the only one." She jerked open the door and black smoke engulfed the room. "By the way. The name's Maya if you forgot."
Koven sat up in bed. In her real bed.
Koven! Koven get your pills! Take your pills now! Theodora sounded urgent now. Koven stood up, listening to the thousands of laughing voice, a few of which she recognized as her friends, if hunters even had friends.
Stumbling, almost tripping, Koven found her bag and began to throw stuff out of it, including her gun and her knife, which hit the floor with loud clunks. Finding the white labeled orange bottle, Koven nearly broke the cap at she pulled it off. She took one out not bothering to grab water, and swallowed it. She had to keep herself from taking more, knowing it wouldn't end well.
"Shut up... Shut up... Just shut up..." Koven began to rock back and fourth, sitting on the floor and hugging her knees. "JUST SHUT UP!" She screamed into her knees.
Koven stepped up to the door, dressed in her professional clothing and wig. Slowly, she knocked on the door. It took a minute, but the door opened and a man in his forties stood there, his long blond hair pulled into a low hanging pony tail. He had grey colored eyes, and dressed in a pair of tan slacks, and a white long sleeved t-shirt. He was going to work on a Saturday.
"Hello." Koven held up her badge. "I am Agent Marissa Nightwing. Are you Dannie's father?" He nodded slowly. "Is your daughter home and awake?" She asked, putting her badge away.
"Yes, she is." He said quickly. "Dannie sweetheart." He called into the next room. There was a shuffling of feet till a teenage girl stepped out. She looked like shit. Her dirty blond hair was in a messy bun, her cheeks stained with tears and mascara lines, and she wore a pair of crummy pajama's with old bunny slippers.
"Okay, but are you certain that he had no enemies. I'd believe just about anything." Dannie suddenly became very quiet and still. "Dannie?"
"You wouldn't believe it." She said, hugging her knees and burring her face in them.
"I'll believe you Dannie. I've work on things that deal with strange." Koven said. "I don't think there's much I wouldn't believe in." Koven said, sitting up straighter. "Would it make you more comfortable to talk to me if I didn't look so... serious and federal?" Dannie slowly nodded. Koven looked around to make sure no one else was watching, or about to walk in, and then she reached up and pulled her wig off, letting her blue hair fall down around her face. "Better or worse?"
"Better." Dannie said, surprised by the sudden change.
"So. Dannie what do you think happened?"
"Well... A month ago I think. We were at a party, he was drunk and playing that Slender game. Dylan Bitt was there. He was a really nerdy nerd, and everyone had him there to poke fun at. So he... he said he cursed us all Cures us all to die a fate like the game characters. We all blew him off... He... he's gone now. Killed himself."
Koven had to struggle with herself not to pick up her phone and call Dean. She stood at the motel room sink, staring at her own reflection. She had replaced her wig after talking to Dannie, and asked question to the other party people who were still alive.
They all said the same thing. They all said it was Slenderman.
"Slenderman." Koven mumbled. She reached down into her bag and pulled out a dark red lip-stick she never used, and uncapped it. She pressed it onto the mirror and began to draw the stick figure she remembered her nephew drawing for her. "Slenderman." She drew out the syllables as she finished her red vandalism—Easily cleanable vandalism—. "Fucking Slenderman." She muttered, turning around. She sighed and grabbed her bottle of water, and took a pill from her bottle. She slowly swallowed it, and sighed.
"Well... Night, night Slendy." She exited the restroom, turning the light of and closing the door. She made her way to her bed and crawled under the sheets, curing into the nothingness as she did every-night now, but now pulled the covers over her head, trying to hide from the dark.
Koven sat in the coffee shop two days later. There was nothing on any web-sight saying how to kill Slenderman... Or if he can even be killed.
She'd looked at fan art, popular fan fiction, CreepyPasta. But they never mentioned how to kill him. Though in Jeff the Killer Vs. Slenderman, Jeff did harm him with his knife.
She was tired. The other night, she'd had a dream that kept her awake all night, trying to ignore the small whispers, and even Theodora.
So she'd ordered a coffee, and was sitting at a two-seater booth, looking over some papers she'd printed from the library. The librarian had given her a look that said 'you are crazy', but Koven got that a lot. Mostly from her own reflection, the boys, and the people she interrogated when she said she believed them when they said it was Slenderman.
"Slenderman." I muttered, tapping the table with my pencil. "How do you even kill Slenderman? Can you kill Slenderman?" She muttered. "I mean Jeff harmed him, but did it kill him? Never said it killed him. Just harmed him..." She muttered. "I guess I could try a knife... It might work... But if something that simple works, maybe I can use my gun..."
Koven went to the forest later that day, and walked the perimeter, which took her 45 minutes or longer. She hadn't even noticed when she got to her unlocked car, which she cured herself for not locking, that her gun was missing.
"Hello, may I get you anything?" The waiter asked Koven who sat on a bar stool in a small restaurant on town.
"A day off would be nice." She said jokingly, and he chuckled.
"Ruff day?"
"Not even close." Koven chuckled.
"Then I think you either need really strong coffee, or a beer."
"Actually I'll take a really sweet cherry coke if you can."
"Two shots of cherry or three."
"As many as you can get without killing me." They chuckled as he walked off to make her drink. She looked down at the counter, trying to make out shapes in the spilled salt and sugar.
Koven pulled into the parking lot of the motel, humming along to the currently playing song she didn't know the name of anymore. She cut the engine and pushed open the door. She stepped out of the car, making sure she locked the doors this time, and slammed it closed by accident.
She waltzed up to her door, pulling it open. She closed the door, dropped her bag and flipped the lights on.
She turned, and kept her face straight when she stared down the barrel of her .45.
"Is it the year of 'point a gun at Koven'?" She asked, pushing the gun from her face. Her eyes widened when she saw Dannie. "Dannie..." She trailed off.
"You're crazy." Dannie said. "Slenderman. Killing Slenderman? Jeff the Killer? There were even pills in your bag." oven frowned when Dannie continued to point the gun at her.
"You went through my bag?" She asked, walking around Dannie, ignoring the gun. She seamed almost to calm.
"Who the hell is Koven?"
"I'm Koven. My name is Koven Vermont." She turned to Dannie. "Did you think Nightwing is a real last name?" She scoffed. "I got it from a fan-fiction for Sherlock." She sat on her bed. "Course, Marissa was my best friend's name. She lives in the UK now." Koven kicked off her heels and crossed her arms.
"How are you so calm? You're impersonating a federal agent, and there is a gun being pointed at you."
"Let's just say that impersonating a federal agent isn't the worst thing I've done. Ain't even in the top-ten." Koven shook her head as she pulled off the wig. "Slenderman isn't the worst thing I've hunted. And this is the fourth time I've had a .45 pointed at my face. First time was the first time I met my friends, the Winchesters, second was when I was working at a restaurant in a town a few states over, third was when I was investigating something that was killing the patients. Am I speaking to fast? To much? Not enough? I can never tell." Koven said all in one breath.
"T-the Winchesters?! As in Dean Winchester?!" Dannie gasped and Koven rolled her eyes.
"He is not a killer. Idiot, yes. But not a killer." Koven said. "He was framed."
"He's dead."
"But is he?" Koven crossed her arms.
"Yes. HE is. They found his dead body."
"Was it his body through? Was it even him who did it? No one has the specifics, because no one needs them, and they don't want them." Koven sighed, laying back onto her bed. "You found my car parked outside the forest and took my gun I'm guessing." She said, now sitting up. She didn't seam to want to stay still.
"W-who are you?"
"Konor Gamer. Wait no... Cassidy Williams! No... Ignore those names. Katrina! No... I am Koven Vermont!" She finally decided. She chuckled. "Sorry, I've had a lot of cherry coke today... What were we talking about?"
"You're... You are insane!" Dannie asked. Koven frowned.
"I know that. I've always known that. Tell me a little something I don't know." Koven stood up abruptly to a familiar laughter.
Koven fell off her feet at this moment, her vision blurred.
"W-what's wrong!?" Dannie dropped the gun and rushed to Koven's side. Koven ignored her and crawled her way across the room, nearly giving up a few times. She reached her phone and the bright light shone in her eyes.
"W-what are you doing?"
"I'm calling someone" Koven corrected, groaning at the throbbing pain in her head from all the laughter and dizziness.
She pressed down the number 1 on her speed dial.
Calling Dean Winchester The robotic voice said. Koven pressed the phone to her ear and waited. It rang once, twice.
"Koven?" Dean's voice suddenly answered.
"D… Dean?" She asked, propping herself against the wall.
"Koven where are you?" Dean asked worriedly.
"Sorry… I meant to call Bobby… I did… didn't want to bother you." She said.
"Koven, where are you?" Dean repeated.
"I'm at a motel in Arsefacy, California." She said, not looking at Dannie. "T-they're screaming at me… They won't stop screaming…"
"Koven where are your pills?" She heard the sound of the Impala starting up and Sam muttering something.
Koven sat up and dug into her bag.
"They're… right… here." She let out a small sob when the voices howled with laughter. She tried to open the container, but broke the cap. She didn't care, and dig her fingers into the bottle, pulling out one of the many pills, and took it without water again.
"It's not… working." Koven sobbed as Dannie backed away. "It's not working…"
"We'll be there soon Koven, okay, don't fall asleep, don't close your eyes."
"Dean…"
"Talk to her Sammy, keep her awake."
"Koven?"
"Hey ya Sam." She said softly. "You guys hunting something?"
"No, no we'd just finished a hunt about an hour ago." Sam said.
"Good… That's good…" She mumbled.
"Koven why did you leave Bobby's?" Sam asked. She took in a deep breath.
"No one can stay inside forever. I'm gonna die Sam, I wanted to do something on my own." She said. "I guess I'm to crazy." Koven glanced at Dannie. "Dannie must think I'm crazy now. Then again, I wouldn't blame her." She chuckled sleepily. "Sammy they keep screaming at me." She said. This caught Sam's attention. She never called him Sammy. "I'm... I'm scared." She said. "Tell Dean... Tell Dean I'm... Tell him I'm fine." She muttered.
"Koven, keep your eyes open." Sam said urgently.
"I'm sleepy Sammy. They want me to sleep. They're screaming. Laughing. Screaming... Laughing... Screaming... Laughing. They won't stop Sammy."