Chapter 12:
Our drive to the store was a long one, since I live far outside our sad excuse of a town. Sam entertained me with stories of their hunts, like how they killed Bloody Mary, the Hook man, and Scarecrow god who gave a town pie in exchange for the lives of innocent couples. I told him about some of the weirder hunts that I have been on, like how there was one witch who made her victims puke out bugs because they watched an old Soap Opera called 'Days of Our Lives.' Her only excuse was that it was a horrible show with horrible actors.
I have not been on as many hunts as Sam and Dean because I mainly work at the Roadhouse, but when I tell Ellen I'm on a hunt she lets me go for how long it takes. I have been on more recently; I feel like I should be helping people and it kills me to see reports in the newspaper or on TV that are obviously supernatural. If you have this kind of clarity in life, why waste it?
"What was it like?" I asked Sam after he told me the story of how Dean almost died when he was electrocuted and how a woman was healing people by controlling a Reaper.
"What was what like?" Sam replied, looking at me curiously.
"Being in collage, being normal, with a normal girlfriend and a normal life?" I clarified, keeping my eyes on the road, not meeting his gaze.
He sighed, "It was amazing, I finally got to live the life I dreamed about, not having to worry every day if I was going to die, or if Dean was going to die." He paused, thinking. "But in some ways I was acting, playing my role. Pretending that I didn't know anything about actual vampires or werewolves when Jessica dragged me to those cheesy movies. Or even when I was reading the newspaper and saw that someone died because of "unusual" causes and knowing it could have been something I could have stopped." He used air quotes when he said unusual. "I hid who I really was, even to someone I loved." He added quietly.
"I get it Sam. If we have this clarity about the world, how could we not do anything? Sometimes I wish that I was ignorant to everything. That I didn't know that the only way to kill a vampire is to cut off their head and that the only way to get rid of a ghost is to burn their remains." I said parking the car just outside the clothing store.
Sam nodded, smiling. He opened the door and got out. I followed, linking his arm in mine, "I'll only be a few minutes." I said kissing him quickly before heading to the clerk, Mrs. Hughes. Mrs. Hughes was an old friend of the family and I stop in once and a while to check in on her.
"Hiya Mrs. Hughes!" I said walking up to the register.
"Jamie! It's been ages! How are you child?" she said smiling and looking at me kindly behind her giant glasses.
"I'm getting by, but I have to be quick, do you have a black pencil skirt and a white blouse by any chance?" I asked.
"Oh yes! But I only have a light blue blouse, is that okay?" she said shuffling behind the register to one of the racks.
"That would be great! So how is your grandson, Jason right?" I asked, making small talk as she got the outfit into the dressing room, she added a pair of black heels.
"He is doing well, thanks for asking, got first in his science fair this week. He always loved science." She said, her eyes gleaming with pride.
"I guess smarts runs in the family," I said, slipping into the dressing room. I heard her laughing and walking back to the counter.
I tried on the whole outfit and everything fit great, I felt a little uncomfortable wearing a skirt, but I guess I'll get used to it. I walked out, a little wobbly in my heels.
"Sam! What do you think?" I called across the room to Sam who was making small talk with Mrs. Hughes.
He walked over and smiled when he saw me. "You look great!" he said, pulling me in for a kiss, "I know," I replied sauntering away. I heard him laugh behind me.
I walked up to the register and asked Mrs. Hughes if I could wear it out of the store.
"Of course, honey." She said, adding up the price. "Your boyfriend is lovely, very handsome, and very tall." She added slyly.
"Yea, he is very tall." I replied with a small smile on my face. I took out my wallet; I just had enough for the outfit.
"Thank you Mrs. Hughes! Have a nice day!" I said leaving the store.
"Nice meeting you Mrs. Hughes!" Sam said.
"Nice to meet you too! Come back soon!" she called.
I walked back to the car, slipping into the front seat. Sam got in a few seconds later.
"I was thinking, if this lady is doing this, which she probably is, should we really question her and get her worried? She could bounce as soon as we leave." I asked when he got in.
"That's true, don't want to scare her. Maybe we should question some of the people who work at the motel about her and get a good look at her room?" Sam replied his eyebrows creased together.
"That sounds good," I said, shoving my badge in the pocket I had in the skirt.
I turned the car around and started to head toward the motel.
I got out my phone and called Dean. "Hey Dean, Sam and I don't want to scare off the lady by asking her questions, so we are going back to the motel and question some of the workers and get a good look around her room." I said when he picked up. I put him on speaker.
"That's a good idea, cause I just called the asylum and Cassandra wasn't exactly patient of the year. According to the other doctors who didn't write the note, she was talking to her dead daughter and muttering Latin everywhere she went." He replied.
"So what are we thinking? Is she a witch?" I asked glancing over at Sam. He looked as confused as I felt.
"There were no hex bags in the victims rooms, and there was EMF everywhere." Sam said, staring ahead thinking.
"Maybe she is using her daughter to kill these men? Anybody could get their hands on the wrong book, and with a little bit of Latin she could control ghosts." I said.
"That's true, controlling ghosts is actually easy, if you have the right book." Dean said, I heard the sound of pages ruffling.
"So we need to find the remains of the daughter that she is using." Sam said.
"I'll look up the stuff on her daughter, but I'm gonna go stock up on beer. Do we have any leftover pizza?" Dean said.
"Yea it's wrapped in tinfoil in the fridge. See you soon." I replied.
Dean hung up.
We spend the rest of trip to the motel going over what I should say and what I shouldn't to sound like a real FBI agent. Sam said he would cover me if I messed up which made me feel a little better but I was still nervous.
We parked in the motel parking lot, and my heart started to beat faster. Sam noticed that I was nervous and he held my hand and squeezed and I felt relieved that he wasn't scared. I got out and went to the trunk. Before we left I grabbed my holster for my handgun and filled it with rock salt bullets. I opened the trunk and picked up my holster and gun and strapped it on so the gun was at my hip. I also grabbed an iron dagger that used to be my dads and used a strap to tie it underneath my skirt. Sam took his gun from the backseat and put it in his holster. We started to walk toward the main office.
