A/N: Uh...hi...*runs and hides* Sorry? I had essays and exams . But they're all done now! And it's Christmas in *counts* 6 DAYS! WOOOO!
Anyhoo, couple of notes about this chapter! I based it off the Bloody Mary episode...which, although is one of the scariest episodes ever, it's freakin' awesome! And I know Sam and Dean have already met her, but as this is kinda AU, they didn't get rid of her, and they are both affected by her, although they get rid of her pretty quickly, so there's not too much harm done!
Also, Amy is only in for a little bit, she is NOT a Mary-Sue...she's actually quite annoying...but I thought it'd be nice for Adam to have a friend, and that's it! Honest. Oh, and I tried my best with the American language here, but if I mucked up...SORRY! And feel free to correct me! I keep getting confused with chips and fries, and soda's etc. *slaps head*
*Looks up* Whooooah. Long note there...sorry! On with the chapter! =)
Disclaimer: Don't own. Just borrowing them for a bit. I'll give them back! Promise! .
Chapter 4 – Hunt The Haunted.
Adam glared moodily at his greasy burger and fries; he didn't really have much of an appetite. He kept seeing the burning flesh of the Wendigo; it was etched into his brain. And the tortured screams plagued his dreams at night.
"You eatin' that?" Dean asked around a mouthful of burger, as he motioned to Adam's food.
Adam shook his head, causing Sam to peer at him in concern. "Hey, you ok?"
Adam dropped one of the now cold fries onto the plate that he had been thinking of eating.
"Adam?" Sam repeated.
The youth nodded and then resumed glaring at his artery clogging food.
"Adam?" Dean asked pointedly.
Adam sighed and pushed his plate over to Dean who began to consume the food like a Hoover. "God! It's freezing!" he shuddered, "And you've hardly ate any of it...Adam?"
Adam had tilted his head, and was gazing at a young waitress.
"Adam?" Dean smirked, "Don't think she's your type, kid-"
"Amy?" He interrupted the first word he'd spoken since the Wendigo incident a few days ago.
"Adam? Oh, Adam Milligan!" she squealed, and bustled over to their table, declaring to an older waitress, "I'm going on my break now!" She pulled Adam into a bone crushing hug, and then promptly threw herself down onto the bench beside Adam.
After a brief silence, Dean coughed obviously, and the girl jumped and smiled, holding out her hand as Dean, then Sam shook it. "Hi! I'm Amy Watson! I go to school with Adam and I live 2 doors away! And...you are?"
Dean nodded to Sam. "I like this chick. I'm Dean, and this is Sam. We're Adam's brothers-"
"Brothers? Adam! You didn't tell me you had-"
"Sorry?" He shrugged.
"We only found out about him a little while back." Dean supplied.
There was an awkward silence until Amy suddenly turned to Adam and demanded, "Hey, any news on your mom yet?"
The older Winchester's winced as Adam visibly jumped. His eyebrows furrowed together as he shook his head slowly.
"Aw, Adam! They'll find out who did it, don't you worry! They've questioned pretty much everyone in the town...have they honestly got no leads?" The girl rambled on; unaware that Adam clearly didn't want to talk about it. "I know they questioned everyone on our street, we were all talking about it. Did they ever ask...oh...what's-his-name?" She frowned, and then suddenly shouted, "Your moms' boyfriend!"
Dean started choking on his soda, whilst Sam hissed, "She had a boyfriend?"
Adam shrugged and replied in a monotonous voice, "He left ages ago. It doesn't matter..."
"It sure as hell does! Why on earth didn't you tell us this before?" Dean butted in.
"'Cos I didn't think it was important!" Adam's voice rose suddenly.
"Excuse me?" Dean exploded, ignoring the curious stares of the other customers, "But-"
"Just leave it, Dean!" Adam growled, as he stood up and kicked a chair over, then stormed out of the diner.
Dean sighed and dragged his hands through his hair. "I thought after you, we'd have gotten rid of the tantrums, Sammy...kid's definitely a Winchester."
...
They found him sulking by the Impala, his arms crossed, his lips pouting, and a defiant glare stamped across his face. He looked up at them and scowled as they approached him.
"I'm not sorry, you know. For causing a scene in there," he motioned towards the diner. "I don't have to tell you guys anything, ok? I hardly know you. Hell, you hardly know me."
They simply stared at him. He'd not spoken to them since the Wendigo incident, and instead had completely withdrawn into himself. Now he'd suddenly started talking to them, but he wasn't in a good mood with either of them...and they couldn't work out why.
After a while, they slowly nodded and then Adam sighed deeply and demanded, "Well, where are we going now?"
"Uh...well, we're going to go find some leads on your mom-"
"No, we are not!" Adam snarled, interrupting Dean.
"But, don't you want to know what-"
"No! She's...she's gone now and that's that! Now-"
"Adam," Sam approached him cautiously and lowered his voice, "Calm down, ok? We need to find out what happened to her, ok? If we don't, there's no way you can move on-"
"I don't want to move on, Sam! It's only been a few weeks now, and-" They were shocked to see a tear rolls down their baby brothers' face as he admitted, "I'm already starting to forget things about her...I...I have to keep looking at a photo 'cos I forget the colour of her eyes...or...or..."
"Hey, buddy...it's...well, I don't know...but we are going to catch your mom's killer, ok? You have my word on that." Sam said gently.
Adam nodded, sniffling pitifully.
"But...you're gonna have to tell us what you know, ok kiddo? We can't do much until-"
"No!" Adams' head snapped up. "I-"
They were interrupted by Dean's phone ringing.
"Hello?"
"Dean?"
"Bobby! Man! How you do-"
"Two words – Bloody Mary."
"Aw crap."
...
"Right. Please tell me you know the story of Bloody Mary-"
"Yes, Dean."
"So, don't go looking in any mirrors or-"
"I'm not that vain! I can actually walk past a mirror without look-"
"Adam! Do you have to be so frustrating? You're such a brat!"
"But Dean, I'm a lovable brat." He smirked.
Sam laughed at the look of surprise that flashed on Dean's face. "Yup. Definitely a Winchester. Now, we are being serious here, Adam. You need to be careful, or you could get really hurt-"
"You said that about that Wendigo thing, and I was fine, wasn't I? Not a scratch!" he pouted childishly.
"Adam!" Dean hissed.
"Fine! I'm sorry! I won't look in any mirrors! I'll be a good little boy!"
"So, according to Bobby, Mary's been attacking again in a little town a couple of miles from here...getting a serious case of Dé-Ja-Vu here...we had a fight with her last year." Dean reminisced.
"And she's still alive because...?"
"Don't be sarcastic. Obviously we didn't do something right then, did we?"
Adam sniggered, "And you're telling me to not be sarcastic?"
Dean smirked, "Me? Sarcastic? Noooo!"
"Can you two stop butting heads for fiveminutes?" Sam groaned in frustration.
"Calm down, princess. Don't give yourself a hernia."
Sam glared at Dean, then Adam, and then sighed. "I'm surrounded by idiots."
Adam sniggered again, "So how do we get rid of Mary?"
"You have to call her, and then smash her mirror. Pretty simple really."
"Obviously not, seeing as you two screwed it up so spectacularly last time."
"Adam." Dean growled impatiently in a warning as Adam smirked at him.
"Sorry. So how exactly do you call her?"
"You chant 'Bloody Mary' into a mirror three times." Sam supplied.
"Any mirror?"
"Well...she'll turn up in any mirror, but you want to try and smash the one where she died...I think." Dean frowned as he racked through his brain. "I think that the legend anyway, so I sup-"
"Right. Ok. I think I get it. So which one of us is going to say it?" Adam suddenly chuckled as Sam and Dean turned to face each other and did Rock, Paper, Scissors.
A victory cheer from Sam declared the winner, whilst Dean cursed under his breath and muttered, "Shoulda picked scissors."
...
"So how come you two aren't in prison? You must attract a lot of attention digging up graves and stuff." Adam asked curiously once they'd eventually broken into the antique store, "And why are we looking for a mirror in an antique store? How do you know it's not in someone's house or something?"
"Cos we're that awesome." Dean smirked. "And where else would you look for a mirror, but in an antique shop?"
"Uh, a mall? Someone's house?"
"An old mirror! Don't correct me when I'm right!"
"You never said anything about it being an old mirror!"
"Right!" Sam finally exploded. "If you two don't stop arguing like a couple of kids, I'm going to-"
"But I am a kid!" Adam argued.
Sam glared at his little brother as Dean shouted, "Oi! Is this mirror worth a shot?"
They followed Dean's voice over to behind a large wooden dresser, where he was standing in front of a full-length mirror, approximately a few decades or so old, engraved with an extravagant, swirling floral pattern.
"Suppose it's worth a shot." Sam shrugged. "Right, Adam. Grab that metal piper over there, and if you see any sudden movements in any mirror, smash it immediately. Understand?"
"Yup." Adam saluted with a smirk.
Sam rolled his eyes and turned to Dean who looked suddenly nervous. "You ready?"
Dean let out a deep breath, "Sure thing." He turned to the mirror, glanced back at his brothers, nodded, turned back and opened his mouth. "Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary...Bloody Mary."
There was a brief interval. Nothing happened, and the only audible sound was the tense and harsh breathing of the three Winchesters. Suddenly Adam...or rather, Adam's reflection appeared in the mirror, tilted his head curiously and smirked rather manically.
"You killed her!" The voice croaked as Adam gasped. "It's all your fault! She should have gotten rid of you years ago! Her blood is on your hands, Adam! You're nothing but a filthy, cruel and heartless murderer!"
Adam sank to the floor in agony as tears of blood poured rapidly down his face, his eyes feeling like they were being torn apart, ripped from the nerves and then stamped on repeatedly, and the pressure on his brain was horrendous.
"De-Dean! Sam-my!" he gasped in utter agony.
"Dean!" Sam shrieked as he attempted to smash every mirror in sight, wiping his own tears of blood from his face using his jacket.
"On it Sammy!" Dean hollered as the sounds of smashing glass echoed around the room, indicating the two eldest Winchesters destroying every mirror, and every shard of glass until there was simply nothing left.
Sam threw his pipe on the floor and charged over to his little brother, grabbing his shoulders and checking for any injuries. "Adam? God, Adam! Are you ok?"
"Mmm." The kid groaned, coughing weakly. "Ouch."
Dean sighed in relief. "Something you want to tell us, kiddo?"
Adam opened and shut his mouth a few times, doing a very accurate impression of a goldfish. His normally quite tanned and healthy looking skin paled dramatically and he muttered, "I-I saw it all." And he promptly passed out.
A/N: Song is 'Hunt the Haunted' by Kids in Glass Houses.
AND I REALLY NEED SOME HELP! I was reading an amazing fic earlier, then my laptop went all funny and deleted it and I can't remember the name of it! It was a Harry Potter one that had Harry and Draco in it. Draco had been locked away for 2 years and had met up with Harry and they eventually fell in love. Harry was studying at uni and had completely distanced himself from the wizarding world. It was awesome, and if anyone could find it or anything, I'd be willing to write them a one-shot of their choice...
Also, please review, it means you're an awesome person! Oh! And thanks to everyone who keeps favour ting my other stories! Especially 'Please, Don't Tell Daddy'! I will get round to updating that, I promise!
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