Chapter 13

"Before he left he gave us these coordinates," Dean said, handing me the post-it. We had packed up our stuff soon after John left and got on the road. This had been the first time either of us had said anything for hours.

Dean had driven around town at first, obviously to see if he could find Sam somewhere so he could try to convince him to stay with us, but we didn't see him anywhere. In our hearts we both knew that we wouldn't find Sam; he didn't want to be found.

"So this is how it's gonna be from now on?" I asked him quietly. He sighed but glanced at me. "John calling to give us new coordinates for a job and never seeing Sam again?"

He didn't know what to tell me. I knew that. So it was okay when he didn't answer me.

I pulled out the map Dean kept in the glove compartment and started to find where we were going next.

"Dover, Idaho," I told him. Dean sighed and nodded as I told him to turn around and led him out of the state by the back roads.

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We finally had made it around three in the afternoon the next day and we stopped at a diner to pick up a newspaper and get something to eat.

"What'll you kids have?" Our waitress asked us, holding out her pad and pen.

"I'll have a bacon cheeseburger and fries please," Dean said with a charming smile. She smiled as she wrote it down and then turned to me.

"I'll have a grilled cheese sandwich and a salad," I told her. Just because Dean opted to eat at the cheapest diner's he could find didn't mean that I enjoyed the disgusting grease caked food that Dean always had.

We handed the waitress our menus and I opened the newspaper to see if I could find the job that John had sent us here to do.

"Find anything?" Dean asked. I finished reading the front page and nodded.

"Yeah, in the past two months six men were brutally murdered by their wives." I said. Dean scrunched his eyebrows. "And then the women killed themselves."

"Does it say why?" I shook my head, folding the newspaper and setting it aside as the waitress brought us our food. As I looked at it, I realized how not hungry I was. I felt sick to my stomach ever since yesterday in the motel parking lot when both Sam and John had left us.

I drank a sip of my water and tried to eat some of my salad anyway. I knew that hunting on an empty stomach, no matter how ill you felt, was always a bad idea.

"Are the victim's names in the newspaper?" Dean asked. I looked at it and nodded.

"The last two couples' names are in here; Nancy and Michael O`Brian and Kendra and William Cruise. It says that they both had kids or other family in town."

"So then after this we'll dress up in our monkey suits and go question the families. Which one first?" Dean asked.

"I think the most recent one. It says here that the wife's sister lives nearby." I grabbed half of my sandwich. "Tonight we should check out the house of the last couple. Maybe see if there are clues there."

Dean nodded.

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Dean was wearing his suit and I had just recently gotten a new black pinstripe pencil skirt with a jacket that matched so I wore that with a white blouse underneath and my heels. Dean had his fake FBI badge, but I didn't have one so we'd have to say that I was his partner and hope that people would accept this without seeing my badge.

We walked up to the home of Nancy O`Brian's sister and Dean knocked on the door. He started to fidget with his tie but I smacked his arm.

"Stop it," I whispered.

"I can't help it, I hate suits." He whined. A second later the door opened.

"Are you Marissa Lorry?" Dean asked. She nodded slightly and Dean pulled out his badge. "We're FBI, I'm Agent Ted Nugent and this is my partner Agent Ann Wilson. We're investigating the recent murder/suicides in your town."

"Uh, okay," she looked behind her before opening the door wider. "Come in."

We smiled politely as we stepped in and she closed the door behind us.

"We're really sorry for your loss. We understand that this isn't easy for you." I said. She nodded.

"Can I get you something to drink?" She asked as we followed her into the living room.

"No, thank you," Dean said as we sat down. "We'd really just like to ask you a few questions, if you wouldn't mind."

"I all ready talked to the police." She said.

"We know," I said. "We read your statement. There are just a few things we'd like to hear for ourselves and maybe clear up some things."

"Okay, whatever I can do I guess." She said, tucking her leg underneath her.

"Was there any reason for Nancy to kill her husband?" I asked. She shook her head.

"No. In all my life I'd never met two people more in love than they were. It didn't make any sense." She said, her voice shaking slightly.

"Was there anyone who would have wanted either of them dead? Maybe someone from work?" Dean asked. Marissa shook her head.

"No, no one like that. Nancy and Michael were really good people." She looked between the two of us. "I don't understand, I thought the police all ready know what happened. Why are you asking about someone who would want them dead?"

Dean and I shared a glance.

"Are you saying maybe Nancy didn't kill herself or her husband?" She asked, tears glistening in her eyes. I could tell she wanted it to be anything other than what the police ruled.

"We don't know. We're saying there's a possibility that it might not be as black and white as previously found." Dean said.

"We just have one more question," I said. Marissa wiped her eyes and nodded. "Did Nancy or Michael know any of the other victims? The Cruise's, Harrison's or the Moore's?"

Heather was quiet as she thought. She started to nod.

"Yes, we all have children around the same age. They all go to the same elementary school."

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Dean and I were at our motel later that night doing research. He was trying to find any similarities between this case and something in one of the many books we had. I was researching the elementary school that the kids all went to from my laptop.

"I think I might have something," I said as I read an old newspaper article. "In the 50's there was a teacher, Lanie White, at the school who caught her husband cheating on her so she killed her husband and then killed herself."

Dean perked up and came to read over my shoulder. I felt his hot breath tickle my neck and had to control myself from shivering. He had just brushed his teeth so his breath smelled so amazingly minty and fresh.

"The corpse?" He asked.

"Cremated." He cursed and paced away. I kept reading.

"What does it say about the lady that Lanie's husband cheated with?" Dean asked. I did a search in the database.

"She died thirty years later of natural causes." I read. I sighed and sat back. "It has to be the teacher's spirit."

"But she was cremated." He said.

"Right," I agreed, "but what if there's something left of hers somewhere? Maybe in the school? The article said that she had donated a lot of money and things to the school."

Dean sighed and turned to face me.

"I guess we're just going to have to break into the school and find out." I shrugged and nodded.

...

The janitor was just locking up the school when we arrived and Dean quickly took him out. I grabbed his keys as Dean dragged the guy into some bushes in case someone came by and saw him passed out. I unlocked the door and as soon as Dean passed by me inside, I closed the door. We looked around.

"Split up?" I asked. Dean bit his lip and shook his head.

"No, we'll stick together. I have a bad feeling." He turned and started walking down one hall. We each pulled out a flashlight and I started looking around. There was an old quilt hanging on the wall in the front entrance and many trophies scattered everywhere. Cute pictures that the children had obviously painted were taped to the walls.

A door slammed behind us and we quickly turned to see if someone was there. Dean grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him since I had been dragging behind and we turned off our flashlights.

Old music started playing over the intercoms and I turned to Dean fearfully.

"I think she's here." I whispered. He nodded and I clasped his hand tightly in mine, scared shitless. I had been around this stuff so much, hell I knew more spirits and demons than actual people but it still managed to creep me the fuck out.

"Just stay close, okay?" Dean said, squeezing my hand. I nodded and we turned on our flashlights again and started searching more quickly. "I wish we knew what we were looking for."

"I think you're looking for me," my heart dropped to the center of the Earth as we both turned around and saw Lanie. Blood was dripping from her stomach and she was holding an old kitchen knife in her hand. Her arms had cuts and slices all over. Dean pulled my hand gently and slowly so that he was in front of me.

"Why would you cheat on me!?" She screamed suddenly, raising the knife high above her head.

"Dean!" I shrieked. He quickly turned and started to run, pulling me with him. We turned down the corner but she materialized a few feet in front of us again. I took a deep breath and started looking around.

"I'm not your husband," Dean said calmly, letting go of my hand and holding both of his up to show he meant no harm. "I didn't cheat on you, okay?"

She didn't say anything, but she flickered before disappearing.

"Now we split up," Dean said. "You got matches?"

I nodded and held up a flask. "And lighter fluid."

He nodded, impressed.

"I just thought that was something to take the edge off," he said, smirking. I rolled my eyes.

"Please, I get drunk at prom and all of a sudden I'm an alcoholic."

"Hey, I didn't say that Rose," he said. "Just that you need to cut back a little."

A horribly loud screeching noise was blaring from the speakers now and I covered my ears.

"If you find anything that could be it, burn it." He said, over the noise. I nodded and turned to go the way we came. I heard his footsteps go down the way we had been heading and I tried to calm myself down. Panicking now would be a really bad idea.

I started searching through classrooms, looking for anything, a plaque or something that could have been keeping her spirit here but I didn't find anything. I found the staffroom and tried to open it but it was locked. I took out the keys from the janitor and started trying every single one on the ring. Finally, after so many keys, I found one that fit and quickly went in.

A stereo started playing and I turned to it as the door slammed behind me. I quickly looked towards the door and saw Lanie on the other side, watching me. She walked through the closed door slowly with her knife raised. I quickly backed up until I hit the wall and looked around for anything. I kept shuffling away from her, lucky that she wasn't charging at me just yet, and kept looking around.

She flickered and disappeared and I looked all around the room, trying to find where she went. Dean couldn't have burned the object all ready because she would have burst up in flames too.

I felt searing pain in my arm and I looked down to see my forearm being sliced by nothing. I cried and held my arm to my stomach.

"Stupid bitch!" I cried. I hated when spirits went all invisible and did stuff like that. It was like they were mocking us. I quickly ran to the door and tried to get it open. The lock was on the inside but the door wouldn't open even when I turned the lock. A framed photo that was above the door crashed down to the floor as I started kicking and shoving the door.

Lanie's spirit was still invisible when I felt her cutting my other arm like the first. I turned and fell back against the door, sliding to the floor in pain. The cut stopped and Lanie appeared at the other side of the room. I put my right hand on the ground to help me get back up but winced when I felt the broken glass from the photo cut into my palm. I looked down at my hand and cursed myself.

"Hang on," I whispered as I saw the photo on the ground. I picked it up carefully and stared at the image of Lanie sewing a giant quilt. I remembered the quilt hanging in the front entry way and grinned. I bet she put a lot of time, sweat and blood into that quilt. I quickly pulled out my cell and dialed Dean's number. It took a few tries to get the numbers right since I was starting to feel woozy from all the blood loss. I looked up to check Lanie's ghost but didn't see it. The smile fell from my face. I quickly stood and tried the door again, making sure it was unlocked. It still wouldn't open and I knew she was still here.

"Did you find it?" Dean asked as soon as he answered.

"It's the quilt, in the front." I said. That horrible screeching sound invaded my ears again but this time it wasn't over the speakers. I turned to see words being carved into the chalkboard.

"Oh God," I whispered.

"What? What's wrong Rose?" He asked. I saw him pass the room out of the corner of my eye. I looked back up at the chalkboard.

I'm going to kill you

I jumped when Dean knocked on the glass part of the door.

"What are you doing?" I cried into the phone. He tried to open the door and then realized what was happening when Lanie appeared in front of me again. He quickly ran towards the quilt and I couldn't see him anymore.

Little slices were being cut all over my body until I was a mess on the floor. Lanie stood over me with a sadistic grin.

"I'm going to kill you," she whispered. She raised the knife up again and I squeezed my eyes shut.

Nothing happened. I opened my eyes in time to see her disappear into flames and then nothing.

I let out the huge breath that I didn't know I had been holding and let my whole body collapse on the floor, breathing heavily.

"Rose!" The door opened, thankfully, and Dean rushed over. "Oh my God, are you okay?"

I nodded and let him help me up. He winced when he noticed the cuts on my forearms.

"I think you're going to need stitches." I sighed and nodded. I knew stitches meant homemade stitches. I didn't want to go to a hospital anyway. It'd be hard to explain where I got all the cuts.

"Come on; let's get going back to the motel." He said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and leading me out of the school. I tossed the keys on the janitor as we passed and we got into the Impala, driving to our motel. I definitely needed sleep.

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What did you guys think of their first hunt by themselves? And what do you guys think will happen next? It's just Rose and Dean by themselves for a while which should please a couple of my regular reviewers :) Leave me lots and lots of loverly reviews and I'll update the next chapter by next Sunday. Or who knows, maybe if I get enough to satisfy my hunger I'll update sooner. Peace out, hombres!