A/N: Finally! I was able to get this chapter done today. I have been busy all week and had been working on this chapter in small bits. Anyways hope you all enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural
Natalie sighs and leans against the bar counter. Sam had been on the phone for the past couple of minutes, trying to get information on Leticia Gore and the boys that she killed. Natalie's eyes were attracted over to Becky, who was giving long stares at Sam. Natalie hung her head backwards and closed her eyes. Can't wait to just leave.
"Nad." Natalie leaned her head back up and saw Sam motioning her over. She pushed herself away from the counter and walked over to Sam and Dean.
"All right. So that was a guy with the County Historical Society." Sam began. "Not only did Leticia Gore butcher four boys, but one of them was her own son."
Natalie bit the inside of her cheek, her gaze falling. "Her son." Dean repeated.
"Yeah. According to the police at the time, she scalped the kid." Sam added.
Natalie sighed heavily and ran a hand down her face. "That lady must have been really messed up to kill her own kid."
Dean shook his head and stood up from his chair. "Yeah well, I'm gonna deep fry this bitch extra crispy. Did the guy say where she was buried?"
Sam shook his head, "He doesn't know."
"There's the orphanage, here's the carriage house, and right there...the cemetery." Natalie's brows furrowed and she turned her attention to a couple a guys at a table. Sam and Dean look over at them, having overheard a part of their conversation.
"You think that's where Leticia's planted?"
"It's worth a shot.
They quickly make their way over to the table, seeing a map laid out before the two men. Sam looks down at it curiously and reaches down to look at it.
"Hey, hey!"
"Hey, do you mind?"
Sam looked over at Dean and Natalie, "It's real. A century old, at least, and he's right, there is a cemetery on the grounds."
Dean nodded and looked at one of the guys. "Where'd you get that?"
"It's called a game pal. It ain't called charity."
Dean sighed annoyingly, "Yeah, alright. Give me the map chuckles."
"Yeah, well, you're the chuckles, Chuckles. Besides, Dean don't listen to nobody." Natalie rolled her eyes and took a small step back, letting out a sigh. She looks back to see the guy revealing a plastic gun only to have Dean scoff.
Dean pulled out his gun, causing Sam to glare at him. "Dean!"
Natalie moved up and takes a hold of Dean's arm. "Dean, really now is not the right time."
Dean looked at Natalie, "What! They're freaking annoying."
Sam sighed and turned back to the roleplayers. "Look, guys. We all wanna find the bones right? We just thought...it would go faster if we all worked together."
The two guys look at each other, silently debating with each other if they should agree with them. They both nodded and turned back to them. "If we do this...ah...we get the sizzler gift card."
Dean rolls his eyes, nodding his head in acceptance. "Alright, fine."
"And...we get to be Sam and Dean."
Dean rolls his eyes once again, letting out an annoyed huff. Natalie let out a breath and shrugged her shoulders. "Alright, fine. You two can be...Sam and Dean." Natalie hummed at the words, feeling stupid for even saying it.
The two guys both smile in excitement. Sam rolled his eyes and turned towards Natalie. "This ought to be interesting."
Natalie opened the front entrance of the hotel, holding it while Dean, Sam and the two guys walked out. She let go of the door and followed them down the steps. Walking up alongside Dean, she could see a pensive and frustrated look on his face.
Natalie nudged him in the side, "Are you alright?"
Den scoffed, casting her a sarcastic smile. "Oh, yeah. I'm trying to be at least."
Natalie half smirked, "I know you just want to get through this...trust me, I feel the same way."
"Why are we even here Dean? You just following Dad's footsteps like a good little soldier? You that desperate for that approval?
Natalie and Dean turned their attention back to the men in front of them. Dean's face fell immediately in an expression of a pissed off annoyance. "Alright, you know what? That's it." Dean called out.
"What's wrong Bobby?"
Dean lets out a low growl and tries to push down his anger as much as he could. "I'm not Bobby, ok? You're not Sam and you're not Dean. What is wrong with you? Why in the hell would you choose to be these guys?"
"Because we're fans. Like you."
"No. I am not a fan. In fact, I think the Dean and Sam story sucks. It is not entertaining. It is a river of crap that would send most people howling to the nut house. So listen to me. Their pain is not for your amusement. I mean do you think they enjoy being treated like circus freaks?"
The two men looked at each other, their eyes emanating confusion. "Uh...I don't think they care, because they're fictional characters."
Dean scoffed and shook his head. "Oh they care. Believe me. They care a lot." Dean pushes past them and walks down the path.
The two guys look over at Sam and Natalie, silently asking them what that was all about. Sam shrugged, "He...uh...he takes the story really seriously." The two guys shrug it off and turn around, making their way down the path.
Sam and Natalie stay behind both of them not really wanting to walk forward. "Dean, does have a point though." Sam finally said.
Natalie sighed, "I know." Natalie glanced up at Sam, giving him a small smile, before walking down the path.
Arriving at the cemetery, Natalie pulled out her flashlight and turned it on. Dean, Sam and Natalie enter the cemetery, shining their lights in every direction. Every headstone was looked at and for several minutes the three of them searched the graveyard.
Dean comes upon a set of headstones and looked up. "Hey, I found the four boys."
Sam shined his flashlight down on a headstone and read the name 'Leticia Gore'. "Yeah and here's Leticia Gore."
Natalie walks over to the gravestones that belonged to Leticia Gore when she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. She turned and saw the two guys tip toeing around the edge of the cemetery. "What are you guys doing?"
"We're looking for bones. They gotta be around here somewhere."
Natalie nodded and pursed her lips. "Alright. Well if you wanna look for bones...typically they are in the ground." Sam walks up to Natalie and Dean, dropping his bag on the ground.
"Yeah, I know that. I just..." He looks up to see Sam pulling a shovel out of the bag and his brows raised in surprise. "Wait. Hold on. Are you guys serious?"
"Deadly."
The other man hesitated for a moment. "We're not really digging up graves you guys, we're just playing a game."
"Oh no. Trust us. You wanna win the game, right?" Dean asked. Seeing them nod their heads, Dean took the shovel from Sam and began the task of digging up the grave.
Natalie and Sam stood by, watching Dean digging up the grave, while the other two continued staring at Dean with shocked looks. Natalie tilted her head to the side, "Are you two doing alright?"
They both stutter and shake their heads, causing Natalie to smirk faintly. A deep thud finally resonated from the grave, prompting Sam and Natalie to lean over the grave. Dean grasped hold of the coffin and lifts the lid, revealing a skeleton.
One of the guys began to gag and covered his mouth with his hand. "That's not a plastic skeleton. That's a... skeleton...a real skeleton."
"You just dug up a real grave."
"Yep." Dean answered, placing the shovel on the edge of the grave.
"You guys are nuts."
"I thought you guys wanted to be hunters." Sam reminded them.
"Hunters aren't real man. This isn't real." They both turn and begin to walk away from the grave. Natalie and Sam stare after them, feeling a little relief that they were leaving.
"My god. You guys have seriously lost your grip on this..." One of them says, turning back around to face Sam and Natalie. But, his face froze in horror. Sam and Natalie furrowed their brows at his face. "What?" Sam asked.
"Naughty, naughty, naughty!" Sam and Natalie both turn around seeing Leticia standing behind them. She backhands Sam, sending him across the cemetery. She then turns her attention towards Natalie, grasping the collar of her jacket and throwing her across the cemetery.
Natalie let out a grunt as her back made contact with a headstone. She rolled over to her side, letting out a couple of coughs. "Right on my damn back again." She uttered to herself. Natalie looks over at Leticia pushing her hands into the chests of the two men, causing them to scream.
She presses her hands into the ground, hoisting herself onto her knees. "Dean!" Natalie looks over at Dean, who was pouring kerosene into the grave. "Hurry up!" At Natalie's words, Dean lit a match and dropped it into the grave and looks over at Leticia just in time to see her burn up.
Natalie slowly pushed herself onto her feet and leaned her hand on the gravestone. She leaned backwards, feeling her back pop. She looked over at Sam, giving him a nod to assure him she was fine. Dean, Natalie and Sam look over at the two guys, seeing the terrified looks on their faces. "Real enough for you?" Dean asked.
The feel of warm water against her face brought relief to Natalie. She continued to splash water against her face and behind her neck. Natalie gazed into the mirror and took a few breaths. She was just relieved that the job has been completed and now they can leave. She pulled out a couple of paper towels and patted her face and neck dry.
Natalie discarded the dampened towels in the trashcan and made her way out of the restroom. Dean and Sam were over at the bar with the two guys. She walked over to one of the lounge chairs and leaned against it. She watched as Dean turns to Chuck, saying something that she couldn't hear.
Sam and Dean turn to Natalie, motioning for her to follow. She pushed herself away from the chair and they made their way towards the main doors. Dean pushes against them, only to find that they are locked. Dean looks at the door confusingly as Natalie tries pushing them open, only to get the same result as Dean.
The three of them look around the room, confused as to why the doors were closed. "This is weird." Dean said calmly.
"What do we do?" Natalie asked.
Dean looked around them, trying to come up with an idea. "Maybe it's just these doors. Try and find other ways out."
Natalie bit her lip in skepticism and broke away from the group to try another door. She walked through the main lobby and toward the dinning hall. At the other end of the room, she found double doors that led out to a patio of some sort. Reaching the door, she grabbed the handles only to find that this door was also locked.
She sighed in defeat and turned around, walking out of the dinning hall. Spotting Sam and Dean near a window out in the lobby, she made her way over to them.
"Find any luck?" Sam asked.
Natalie shook her head, "Nope. The doors I found wouldn't open either. It's almost like..."
"Like something is keeping us in." Dean said, bashing his fist against the window.
"This isn't good." Sam said with a sigh.
Dean looked at Sam, a sarcastic smile appearing. "Gee ya think Sammy?"
Natalie rolled her eyes, ready to say something when a woman screaming halted her words. The three of them sprinted off up the stairs and see a woman running out of the library.
"Don't go in there!" She screamed.
"Get downstairs, alright? Go!" The woman quickly rushed past them and down the stairs. They all looked at each other, before cautiously making their way into the library. They saw the same little boy from the attic, sitting in the corner, holding his head.
"Why'd you do that? Why did you send my mommy away?"
"Ah, maybe because of the high and tight she gave you, huh? How about some thanks." Dean answered. Natalie sighed and hit the side of Dean's arm. Dean looked at them and shrugged, "Well, I'm just saying a little gratitude might be nice once in a while."
"My mommy didn't do this to me."
Natalie gazed at the boy curiously. "If she didn't do this to you. Then who did?" The boy simply disappears without giving an answer.
Natalie opened the door to the auditorium, allowing the staff to file in. She could tell that they were confused and a little annoyed, since they still had their jobs to do. She only offered a small smile to each of them as they entered the room.
"Buddy, I got work to do." The hotel manager said.
"You're going to want to see this, trust me. It's going to be a hell of a show." Dean said, trying to make his voice sound genuine.
Sam slips through the door and shuts it. Natalie and Dean begin to pour out a salt line at the bottom base of the door. Upon finishing, Natalie takes the two salt containers and sets them down on a table.
"Alright, so new theory. The legends about Leticia are ass-backwards obviously." Dean said.
"Yeah. So all right, let's say those three orphans are playing cowboys and Indians." Sam said, trying to run out the theory.
"LARPing as cowboys and Indians." Dean interrupted.
Sam rolls his eyes, "Whatever. And let's say they scalped Leticia's son and killed him."
"That means if the boys killed her son, then she must have spotted them in the act and decided to slice them up herself." Natalie chimed in.
Dean silently whistled at the thought. "If that's true it means we've got three bloodthirsty brats in the building." Sam added.
"Yeah, that means that Leticia was the only one keeping them under control." Dean revealed.
"Smooth move on our part."
"Yeah, well we gotta get back to the cemetery, torch the kids' bones." Dean said.
Natalie shrugged and looked around. "How are we supposed to do that? The hotel is practically on lockdown because of these kids."
Sam nodded, "Yeah and we don't even have our guns. They are running this joint now Dean, and they are only scared of one thing.
Dean's face lights up, "Exactly. They are only scared of one thing." Dean walks over to the door and opens it slightly. He finds the girl who was dressed up as the ghost and taps her arm. She turns to look at him, "Hey, I need to talk to you for a minute."
"You want me to do what?!"
"You're an actress. We just want you to act." Dean said.
"I work at Hooters, in Toledo. No, you can forget it."
"You'll be safe, we promise. This is really important." Sam tried to reassure her.
A hand holds onto Dean's shoulder and it is the two men from earlier. "We want to help."
Dean looks at him and then leans towards Sam, "Just give her the puppy dog thing ok?" Then focuses back to the guy. "Guys, no."
"Why not?"
"Cause this isn't make believe."
"Look, we know. We're not nuts. We are freaking terrified, alright."
"But, if all of these people are seriously in trouble, we gotta do something."
Dean sighed and looked over at Natalie, silently asking for her side. She shrugged, "I mean, we could always use extra help you know."
Dean continued to ponder on the idea. It was enough that they asked this girl to act for them, now to allow these two guys into this mess, it wasn't something he wanted to do. "Alright, fine. You can help. But, you two need to go with my friends, okay?" The two guys nodded.
Dean looks back at the woman and offers her a small smile. "So, are you willing to help us?"
"Alright, so her and I will go upstairs try and talk the boys to come out. She'll try and convince them to let the doors open." Dean said, re-running through the small plan with Natalie and Sam. "Once the doors are opened you two torch those kids' bones." Natalie and Sam nodded in affirmation.
"Be careful, Dean." Natalie said.
Dean nodded and motioned for the girl to follow him up the stairs. Natalie sighed and turned to Sam. "Guess we need to start trying to get the doors to open." Sam said, walking over to the main doors.
Sam and the two guys gather in front of the main doors and begin to throw their bodies against it, trying to get them to open. Natalie watched them continue to throw their weight against the door but it didn't seem to be doing anything. She began to debate whether she should head upstairs to see if she could help Dean with anything.
The door opens a little and the four of them let out a sigh. "Alright, go!" Sam said, ushering the two guys out the door. Sam turned to Natalie, who walked over and slid through. The door suddenly slammed shut, causing Natalie to spin around. She could see the surprised look on Sam's face as he tried opening the door, but it wouldn't budge.
Natalie gazed up at Sam and walked forward, trying to open the door herself even though she knew it wouldn't. She took a moment and then looked at Sam. "Go, help Dean." She said, hoping that Sam would understand what she said. "Help, Dean." Natalie tried again and received a hesitant nod from Sam and watched as he left.
Natalie turned to the two guys and sighed, "Well, it's just us three now gentlemen. Let's get to the cemetery shall we?" Natalie brushed past them and walked down the steps. She turned to them quickly, "You have all the stuff we need right?" One of them holds up a bag and Natalie nods in response. "Good."
"So have you and your two friends been doing this for a long time?" One of them asked after a brief moment of silence.
"I guess you could say that. They have been doing this longer than I have." Natalie answered.
"Don't you ever get freaked out by any of this? I mean you seem really calm."
Natalie smirked and shrugged her shoulders. "I do get scared, but that doesn't really help us get the job done now does it. It's about keeping that feeling of being scared hidden and holding your focus on the task at hand."
Reaching the cemetery, Natalie immediately made her way over to the graves of the kids. She turned back to them, "Alright, we need to get digging."
"He and I will take care of the digging." One of them said, taking out two shovels and handing one to the other. Natalie raised her hands in acceptance and stood back, watching silently as they began to dig up the graves.
Only a few minutes went by when the two of them soon began to complain. "Oh my god." Natalie looked at them, her brows raised up. "Supernatural makes digging graves seem so easy. It's not though. I'm gonna throw up."
Natalie smirked and leaned down, "You want me to take over your spot for a little bit?"
The guy shook his head, "I-I don't know. I feel sick."
"You are fine. Keep digging." The other one said.
Natalie stood back up, keeping her flashlight pointed in the graves. As the minutes ticked by, it was followed by more complains from the diggers. Natalie had to restrain herself from asking to take over for one of them. After what seemed like eternity, the two of them finally finished digging up the graves and hopped out of the ditches.
The three of them pick up salt containers and poured it over the skeletons. Natalie picked up the kerosene and poured it over the bodies. One of the guys took out his lighter and tried to flick it on, but it doesn't flare. He continues to flick it repeatedly, only to meet the same result.
"How come Dean can always light the stupid thing on the first freaking try?" He keeps trying to flick the lighter on. "Come on."
Natalie stood by and watched all of this unfold then reached her hand out. "You want me to—"
He moves the lighter away from her reach, "No, no. I got it." Natalie sighed and watched as he continued to flick the lighter. The lighter finally lit up causing him to laugh in relief and he goes to each grave, lighting them up.
Natalie nods her head and looks over at the two of them. "You know, I never even asked. What are your names?"
"I"m Damien. And that's Barnes." Natalie offered them both smiles. "What's your name?"
She looked down at the burning graves and then back to Damien and Barnes. "Natalie."
"Trust me, it was the most...bizarre thing ever. I mean everyone was dressed up like Sam and Dean, or a creature that they have encountered..."
"So this guy wrote actual books about them. Never heard anything like that before."
Natalie laughed and leaned against the Impala. "Yeah, it was strange. But, we are going to head out now. Everything is back to normal."
"Well that's good. How have you been Nad?"
Natalie sighed, "Hmm. I've been fine. Just a lot...has been going on. I guess I am just trying to get through all of it."
"How are Sam and Dean?"
Natalie looked behind her, seeing Dean leaning on the other side of the Impala and Sam was speaking with Becky and Chuck. "I really don't know. They seem fine, but they do like to hide how they really feel."
"Just like you Nad."
Natalie smiled, "Yeah I know. How is Aunt Clara?"
"Busy. She has been coming and going constantly. Working with other hunters about your guys' little project and all of the mess with the apocalypse. I've just been staying at the house, doing nothing really."
Natalie could hear the small hint of sadness in Marina's voice and she sighed. She wished that she was there with her sister more than anything. "Mari, I wish I was there."
"I wish you were here to. But, you are busy and I understand that."
Natalie nodded and turned her head to see Sam making his way back over to them. "Hey, Mari I have to go. I'll call you soon."
"Alright, Nad. Be careful."
Natalie hung up the phone and walked around the Impala to stand next to Dean. She spots a small smile on his lips and she looks at him curiously.
"You okay?" Sam asked.
Dean nodded his head and laughed. "Yeah, you know? I think I'm good."
"Well, you are not going to believe it. But I got a lead on the Colt."
Dean looked over at Sam, his eyes blinking in confusion. "What?"
"Long story, I'll tell you on the way out."
Dean nodded and turned to Natalie, "You ready to get out of here?"
Natalie smiled and opened the back car door, "You don't have to ask me twice."
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