Witches and Goblins
Chapter 5: A New Apprentice
"You ready to go?" Dean was impatient to hit the road. He wanted to get as far away from the town as possible. No more lizard creatures for me.
"Yeah, give me a sec. I need to finish packing."
"Dude, hurry-up." Dean was walking out the door with his bag.
Sam finished throwing his clothes in his bag, grabbed his laptop and put it into his backpack. He looked around and didn't see anything he missed, turned and walked out. The door locked automatically behind him.
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The clerk's daughter stood in the window and watched Dean pack the car. He was obviously in a hurry to get out of there. She had found out about Chrissie on the previous night's late night news. She didn't get any sleep last night. Her only friend had died. The cops had no leads, but she suspected the two men she was watching. Chrissie had a date with shorter of the two. She knew Chrissie had been dabbling in the black magic but still couldn't believe how the cops said they found her.
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Dean had the impala running and was ready to go. Sam's phone rang as he climbed into the car. "Hey Bobby." There was a pause. "Yeah we're ok. You were right, it was a witch. This was one of the strangest hunts we've been on." There was a long pause. "Yeah, well, you know Dean." Dean pulled the impala out of the hotel's parking lot and headed out of town, towards the interstate. Sam and Bobbie talked for about 15 minutes. Bobby did most of the talking with Sam asking a few questions.
Sam said good-bye to Bobbie and pulled a map out of the glove compartment. They were getting close to the interstate and he wanted to see how long it was going to take to get to Oklahoma.
"He has a job for us?" Dean glanced at his brother.
"Yeah in Oklahoma City. Apparently there's a Venus Fly Trap with an appetite for children. I told him we'd check it out."
"Alright then, lets go" Dean sped-up as he entered the interstate. Sam turned on his I-pod and put in his ear buds to drown out Metallica.
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As the brothers pulled out of the hotel, a tall man with a crooked nose, wearing a trench coat walked into the hotel lobby. The clerk's daughter didn't hear him come in. He nodded toward the young girl staring out the window. "You ok?" His gruff voice startled her.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She wiped a tear from her eye and walked over to the counter. "What size room would you like?" She faked a smile.
The man smiled, "I don't really want a room." He leaned down, resting his elbows on the counter. "I wanted to talk to you about your friend. The one who died last night."
This surprised the girl, "How did you know I and Chrissie were friends?" She was skeptical about the man.
"Yeah, Rachel and I were good friends. You knew her by Rachel, didn't you?" He smiled knowingly at her.
"She hasn't gone by Rachel for a long time. She made me promise not to tell anyone." There was a brief pause and she asked, "Who are you?" Her hand hovered under the counter over the police alarm button.
Sensing her nervousness, the man turned-up the charm. "No need to push the button. I just wanted to let you know, you have a friend. And if you ever want to get revenge on the Winchesters, all you have to do is ask." The spread out his arms with his hands up, as if to say he had nothing to hide. "I can make your dreams come true." He then turned to leave.
"You're the one who taught Chrissie all that stuff she claimed to know?"
Over his shoulder the man answered, "Yeah" and he left the hotel.
The End.
Author's Note: Ok, there it is. What do think? Any feedback? Please share if you feel the urge. I'm thinking about doing a sequel, any interest in that or should I let the story end? Thanks again for reading, I appreciate those who keep coming back for more!