A/N: Here is the next update! I meant to get this chapter up earlier but I have just been so tired because of school. I like sticking to updating every other day and I am trying to get back on that schedule.
On a lighter note, Jared and Gen finally announced the name of their new baby along with a picture! His name is Shepherd and he is the most adorable little baby ever!
Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural. Except for Natalie.
Natalie took the bandage and re-wrapped it around her wrist. She didn't think it was a big deal but when they went to the hospital after the brawl with the Leshi, Natalie found that she had a sprained wrist. She was less than enthusiastic about the news. But, at least it was only sprained and nothing more serious.
"Can't believe that I got a sprained wrist...from Paris Hilton." Natalie silently seethed to herself. She wrapped the end back around and put the clip in place.
Dean gazed over at Natalie, a smirk growing on his face. Natalie looked over at Dean, glaring at him when she saw his smirk. Dean let out a small laugh and looked at both Sam and Natalie."Well, should we go in and see what all the deal is with this Amber Freer." Dean said, clapping his hands together and walks towards the building.
Upon entering, they make their way down the hall and towards the morgue. The three of them enter the morgue, holding up their badges to the doctor.
"Agents Page and Plant, and our Intern Amy Mills, FBI."
The doctor turns and looks at the three of them, giving them a nod. "Well, what brings you three down here?"
"We need to see Amber Freer's body." Sam said.
The doctor furrowed his brow, "Really? What for?" He questioned.
"The police report said something clawed through her skull?" Dean asked.
"You didn't read the autopsy report that I emailed out this morning?" The doctor asked.
"We, uh, has server issues." Sam clarified.
The doctor nodded before turning and walked over to one of the freezers. He opens the door and pulls out the slab that had Amber's body on it. He moves the sheet from her head. Natalie cringed slightly as the wound on Amber's head.
"When they brought her in, we thought she was attacked by a wold or something." The doctor said.
Natalie raised her brow, "Or something."
"But we were wrong." The doctor said, holding up a plastic bag to the three of them. Sam and Natalie leaned in a little closer, getting a better look at the object.
Natalie raised her brow in realization as Sam blinked a couple of times, "Is that a—"
"It's a press-on nail. We found it in her temporal lobe." The doctor offered.
"Is that even possible?" Sam asked grimly.
"Wait, are you saying that she—did this to herself?" Dean asked.
"Uh-huh. She's scratched her brains out. It'd take hours, and it's hurt like hell, but sure—it's possible." The doctor answered.
Natalie cleared her throat and swallowed down her discomfort, "But, what—what would make her do something like that?"
The doctor shrugged, "Pick your acronym—OCD, PCP. It all spells crazy."
Sam pulls back the sheet a little further and on Amber's right hand he finds four pressed on nails and the middle finger is the only one missing a nail.
"My guess, some kind of phantom itch. I mean, an extreme case of phantom itch." The doctor offered.
"Phantom itch?" Sam asked, looking up from the body.
"Yup." The doctor responded pulling the cover back over Amber's head and slides the slab back into the freezer. "All it takes is someone talking about an itch—or thinking about one, even—and suddenly you can't stop scratching."
Sam nodded, "Thanks, doc."
The doctor nods and turns to walk away. The three of them huddle close, all of them not really knowing what to make of the situation.
"I really don't know what to think. I mean, scratching her brains out because of a phantom itch? I don't know. It doesn't add up to me." Natalie said.
Dean nodded, "I agree. I think there is something else to all of this."
"Right, so what do we do now?" Natalie asked.
"I say go over to where Amber died. See if we can pick up on anything there." Dean offered.
Natalie nodded her head, "Alright then." Natalie turned to walk but caught Sam and Dean scratching their necks and behind their ears. Her brow raised in amusement and a smirk appeared on her face. "Be careful you two, don't want to scratch yourselves to death."
Sam and Dean stopped, gazing down at their hands. Dean then looked up at Natalie, a sort of horrified look on his face. "Shut up." Natalie's smile grew and she laughed, shaking her head, she walked out of the room with Dean and Sam behind her.
The three of them had driven to the home where Amber was found dead. She had been babysitting a young boy and his parents were the ones that found her dead that night.
Sam sat in an armchair across from the parents. Dean was wandering around the room while Natalie leaned against the entrance to the living room.
"Okay. Now, some of these questions might seem a bit odd, but please just bear with me." Sam said. "Have you noticed any old spots in the house?"
Jimmy's father furrowed his brow, "Uh...no."
"Okay, uh, what about strange smells?" Sam continued.
Dean walks around a corner and sees a little boy giving Dean a curious look. "Whatcha looking for?"
"Don't know yet." Dean walks up to the kid, "It's, uh, Jimmy, right?"
Jimmy nods in affirmation. "So, Amber was your babysitter?" Dean asked.
"Yes, sir."
"Yeah, most of my babysitters sucked." Dean said. "Especially Ms. Chancey. She only cared about two things: Dynasty and bedtime." Dean smiles to himself. "Did you, uh, see anything strange last night?"
Jimmy shook his head, "No, sir."
Dean narrowed his eyes slightly, "You sure about that?"
"I—I would tell you if I knew something." Jimmy said. Dean continues giving him a skeptical look. "I promise. One hundred percent. Cross my heart." Jimmy added.
Dean nods his head, looks over his shoulder towards Natalie before looking back at Jimmy. "Well, Jimmy, I, happen to know you're lying."
"I'm not." Jimmy affirmed.
Dean leaned down and puts his hand on Jimmy's shoulder, "We gonna start talking truth, or are you and me gonna have to take a little trip downtown?"
Sam, Dean and Natalie exit the house and walked down the porch steps. Dean reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small packet of itching powder and held it out.
"The kid said he put this on the babysitter's hairbrush." Dean said.
Sam and Natalie both gave Dean a look. "Dean, there's no way that itching powder made that girl scratch her brains out. It's just ground-up maple seeds." Sam offered.
Dean raised his arms, "If you have any other theories, I'm open to them."
Sam sighed and they made their way over to the Impala. Sam's cell phone began to ring and he quickly answered. "Yeah?...Yeah, okay we'll be right there."
Natalie walked over to her side of the car, "What was that about?"
Sam walked around the car to his side, "We got another incident." Natalie and Dean nodded before getting into the car.
Natalie, Dean and Sam walk up to the doctor and watch as a nurse rolls a body out of the room. Natalie's eyes follows the nurse as she rolls the body down the hall.
"What happened?" Sam asked.
"Guy got electrocuted." The doctor responded.
"Any idea how?" Dean chimed in.
"Eh, maybe a loose wire or a piece of equipment shorted out. So far, we haven't found anything." The doctor turned away from the room and looked at the three of them.
"Witnesses?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, guy in there—" The doctor motioned to the man sitting in the room. "Mr. Stanley. He says he saw it, but he's not making a lick of sense. Senile."
Sam nodded to the doctor, "Thanks." The doctor gives them a faint smile before turning to leave. The three of them look at each other before entering the room.
Sam cleared his throat, "Um, Mr. Stanley?"
"It was just a joke. I didn't know it would really work." Stanley mumbled.
Natalie looked at Stanley with a curious look. "What? You didn't think what would work?"
Stanley looked up at Natalie with a horrified look, "All I did was shake his hand." Natalie furrowed her brow. Stanley holds out his hand to her, showing that he is holding a joy buzzer. Natalie stares at the buzzer in Stanley's hand before gazing back at Sam and Dean. An equal confusion written on their faces.
Dean hands Natalie a pair of goggles and picks up the joy buzzer. Natalie and Sam press the goggles up to their eyes as Dean looks over at them. "You two ready?" Dean asked.
Natalie and Sam nodded. "Hit it Mr. Wizard." Sam commented.
Dean turns the buzzer around in his hands a couple of times, eyeing the uncooked ham sitting on the table in front of them. Dean lets out a breath and cautiously holds the joy buzzer over the ham and presses it down. Electricity crackles, causing Natalie to jump slightly and steam soon begins to rise from the ham as it began to change color. The three of them watch in astonishment as the ham blackened and Dean removes the joy buzzer.
Natalie and Sam stare at the ham, both of them gawking at what they had just seen. Natalie slowly lowers the goggles from her eyes and leans closer to the burnt ham. Her brows furrowed in a deep confusion, "What the—how the hell?"
Sam shakes his head, his eyes still glued on the ham, "That crap isn't supposed to work."
"This thing doesn't even have batteries." Dean added and he began to take off his gloves.
"So...so, what? Are we looking at cursed object? Or what?" Sam asked.
Dean hummed in response, pulling out a knife and cuts out a piece of ham. "Maybe there's a powerful witch in town." He said, popping the piece of ham in his mouth. "Is there any link between the joy buzzer and the itching powder?"
"Uh, one was made in China, the other Mexico, but they were both bought from the same store." Sam answered.
Natalie steps back from the ham and folds her arms across her chest, "But, why would they be cursing things such as, joy buzzers or even itching powder?."
"Can't exactly say." Dean said, cutting another piece of ham and holds it up to them. Sam and Natalie stared at Dean, their brows raised. Dean smiled, "Hey, it tastes good." Sam shakes his head and walks away.
Dean turns back to the ham, cutting another piece out and handing it over to Natalie. Natalie eyed the piece of meat with a skeptical look. "No, thanks. I think I'm good." Dean shrugged and eats the piece of ham.
Dean walks up to the door of the door and holds it open for Sam and Natalie. Natalie scans the store seeing a variety of different things to play jokes on people. She was never a fan of buying things from joke shops, but Andrew loved messing with people. He always had a joke to play on someone, whether it was her, Marina or one of his friends.
Natalie smiled faintly at the thought and began to walk around the shop. Dean picked up a whoopie cushion, "Sam. Nad." Dean calls out, holding up the whoopie cushion. Sam and Natalie turn to look, Sam shook his head and turned away. Natalie smiled, looking at Dean with an amused look.
Dean brings the whoopie cushion up to the checkout counter as the owner comes out of the back room. Natalie sees the owner and makes her way over and stands next to Dean.
"Welcome to the Conjurarium, sanctum of magic and mystery."
Sam makes his way over to the counter, "You the owner?"
"Yep."
"Have you sold any itching powder or joy buzzers lately?" Dean asked.
The owner nodded, "Yeah, grand total of one each. They aren't exactly big-ticket items. Look, you here to buy something or what?"
Dean nods and rolls his eyes, taking out the cash and handing it to the owner. "So, you get many customers?" Sam asks.
"Kids come in. They don't buy much, but they're more than happy to break stuff. These days, all they care about are their iPhones and those kissing-vampire movies. The whole thing makes me just—"
"Angry?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, I am angry. This shop has been my life for twenty years, and now it's wasting away to nothing." The owner finished.
"Which is why you hate them." Dean added.
"Yeah, I guess I do."
Dean frowns and pulls a rubber duck off the display near the register and slams it down on the counter. "With this." Dean holds up the joy buzzer and presses it to the rubber duck. Electricity begins to crackle and the owner jumps back.
"Oh! No!" The owner called out. He stares at the melted rubber chicken, an expression of horror written across his face.
Natalie bit her lip and leaned over to Dean, "I-I don't think that this guy is responsible."
Dean slowly nodded his head, "I agree." The owner looked up at the three of them and Dean offered a sorry smile. "Sorry. Uh, sorry about...this." Dean blurted out. He grabs a hold of Natalie's arm and pushes her to the front of him. "We'll just be going now."
Yay! Finally got to update! Not sure when the next update will be but hopefully it will be soon. Don't forget to drop me a review! Xx