Chapter 10
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"Huh… Wonder what's going on here."
Dean says as they pull up and see all the police at the hotel.
"I want you to stay in the car until I say further."
"But D!"
"I mean it Bells if you're going to do this do it right and listen!"
She nods but folds her arms pouting. She notices he pulls one of his badges out from the glove compartment first. "Stay I mean it!"
"Ok gee I got it!"
He nods and opens the door.
Bella noticed they were in the hotel room right next door to them. She undid her seatbelt and leaned over the dashboard for a closer look.
"Jim Hetfield US Marshall."
They nod towards Dean as he makes his way towards the scene.
"I'm officer McCoy and this is officer Troy."
Bella watches from afar as they shake hands.
"Cool!" Bella says as she watches them let Dean right in.
"They already took the body to the morgue, should have seen it though." The officer says shaking his head.
"It was like the poor bastard had been petrified to death."
"Sir I really think we need to close this room off to the public." Dean overhears an officer saying to the hotel manager.
"This makes the 4th death in this room in the span of just a few months."
"I just don't understand." The manager says shaking her head.
Dean narrows his eyes looking around.
"What were the other cases?" Dean questions as he makes his way over.
"You mean the bodies?"
Dean nods.
"Take a look for yourself." The officer hands him a file.
He flips through the pictures occasionally looking around the room. He begins to picture the actual scenes and the bodies as he looks around. Dean wasn't sure what to make of it. All he knew was this was no murder at least not by a human. All the bodies looked about the same they were frightened… Sad even. He swore in one picture the woman looked frozen like actual ice. He pulls officer McCoy to the side, a man with a horrible 70s porn mustache and beer gut.
"Was this body frozen?"
"Ah case number 2. Yes she was. The darnest thing too."
"What's that?"
"It was in the middle of July."
Dean rears back at this.
"Damn…"
"That's what I said."
Dean heads back to the car after taking a few notes. He was relieved to see his sister actually listened. But he couldn't help but to grin as he saw her practically crawling on the dashboard trying to see. He opens the door and peers in.
"Off the dashboard butt."
"Ass…"
"Watch it." He says smacking her with his notes.
"So what happened?!" She asks eagerly.
He narrows his eyes.
"Wait till they leave and we'll head to the hotel room and discuss it."
He looks up seeing how they're taping off the room. Bella leans over trying to read the notes.
Dean clears his throat and looks up at her.
"What?"
"Space Bells."
"Not fair D! I wanna see!"
"You really are a brat."
"No I'm not!"
"Um yes you are."
She sits back and pouts again.
"Just proving my point."
About an hour later the police finally clear out. Bella and Dean head to their hotel room.
"So what happened D?"
"Persistent aren't we?" He peers over at her from the table.
Bella eyes him from the bed with her feet kicked about the air as she lies on her tummy. She rests her head on her hands.
"They're not quite sure really. To be honest I'm not either I've got a few ideas but nothing in stone yet. I do know it wasn't caused by any human."
"But what happened?"
"The body had been petrified Bells."
She looks to him confused.
"To death…" He adds.
"How can you be frightened to death?"
He shrugs.
"In this field anything's possible, not so much the question of how but what?"
"Or why?" Bella adds.
"Very good. See you're not all that ignorant no matter what they say about you."
Bella tosses a pillow at him. He laughs.
"Look kiddo change of plans tonight."
Bella comes to a sitting position.
"You got the hotel to yourself tonight. Enjoy just no pay-per-view channels. You can order pizza or Chinese whatever you're in the mood for." He places his credit card on the table.
"Where you going?"
"I'm staying next door."
"You mean…"
He sighs.
"Yes Bells. I got to investigate this and try to figure out what's going on."
"I'll come with you." She says grabbing here stuff.
"No Bells. I can't let you go on this one."
"But!"
"Sorry but people are dying in that room. I'm not about to put you in that position."
"But D!"
He starts packing a few of his things.
"D!"
"What?!"
"What if you don't come back…" She nearly whimpers.
"I'm coming back Bells. I always do."
"When?"
"Soon, look keep your gun and knife right by you. Make sure the salt doesn't break any lines. Stay in the hotel room. You're not to leave this room!"
"Just let me go with you!"
"No!"
"But D!"
"Let it go Bells you're staying here end of story."
"JERK!"
"Say what you want. I'm know what's best. You're sticking this one out."
"I'll call you from next door and give you the number so you can check in; no matter what you're not to leave this room."
"I got it ok!"
"Good."
He kisses the top of her head then pats it.
"Have fun." He winks and leaves.
She hops up locking the deadbolt and chain link. She runs toward the wall next door and puts her ear next to it hearing her brother enter the room. Bella grins and knocks on the wall.
"Knock it off Bells."
She giggles to herself.
"Just checking."
"Yeah, Yeah go watch your My Little Ponies or something."
"What's that?"
Dean rears back as he sits on one of the beds.
"You really don't know?"
"Nope."
"Guess that makes me more of the girl." He mutters and lies back on the bed.
"Can you still hear me?" He questions.
"Yeah but barely."
He sighs and gets closer to the wall he gives her his hotel phone number to write down.
Bella shrugs once she's done writing it down and cuts on the TV. She scans through and stops on Nightmare On Elm Street. She cuts it up and kicks back on the bed.
Dean takes off his jacket and looks around the room. He reaches for the remote and cuts on the TV. He browses through the adult channels but thinks about the fact his sister's in the next room. He groans and cuts the TV back off. He wished he could get laid or something. He wasn't used to sharing a hotel with a girl much less someone he knew idolized him. Dean however grabs his bag and grins finding one of his skin mags. He skims through it as he's lying on the bed.
He looks about the room once more. Seeing it was just like the hotel room next door. Only it had maroon colors rather than hunter green. It had the vanity mirror in the room and decent size bathroom. It had two full size beds. You're typical hotel room just these were slightly bigger than what he was used to. He shrugs going back to his magazine.
Bella imitates Freddy as he comes out with his claws. She waves her fingers about. Freddy was always her favorite villain. Ellen never understood how Bella could stand horror movies after what she'd been through as a child. Jo thought that maybe it was Bella's own way of dealing with it. Bella was never one for the romantic movies. There were a few she liked but some of them tended to end rather on a sad note. That never appealed to her so she stopped watching them.
Bella's body jumps at one point as she realizes she'd fallen asleep. She makes herself get up and she knocks the hotel room. There's no answer so she calls the number.
Dean jumps and his skin mag falls to the ground. He tiredly rubs his eyes looking to the time. He answers the phone.
"Hello?"
"D?"
"Yeah Bells?"
"Just checkin."
"Ok Bells go to sleep."
"Um anything happen yet?"
"Nope."
"Ok."
"Goodnight Bells."
"Night D."
Dean reaches for his magazine when he hears something. He pauses the room grows slightly colder than it was. He comes to his feet hearing the sound of a baby crying. He searches the room and follows the sound. It becomes sounder when he approaches the closet. His hand touches the knob and it's ice cold. He turns the knob to see a basinet rocking.
"What the hell?" He rubs his eyes again and steps inside looking in.
The familiar blue pajama set, blanket and giraffe grab his attention.
"Sammy?"
The baby continues to cry and reaches for Dean.
"You're not real. This isn't real."
Dean takes a step back. A cold breath of fog escapes his mouth. The cries stop and he turns to see the basinet is gone. Dean swallows and closes his eyes for a moment. He raises up to grab his jacket.
"Dean?" He sees a toddler in a striped shirt and overalls carrying the stuffed giraffe.
"Will you play with me?"
Dean has a knot form in his throat.
"Sammy buddy you're not real." The little boy puckers his bottom lip about.
"You're mean! I am too real dummy!"
The little boy tugs at his Dean's shirt.
"You always play with her! But not me!" He points towards the room where Bella is.
"You love her more!"
"That's not true Sammy." Dean rolls his eyes knowing this wasn't real. Still the urge to touch the little boy just to see for himself was there. He felt the tug at his jacket. It felt real, too physical.
"Dean…" The boy whines tugging at Dean's pant leg.
"Look at me!" He begs.
Dean closes his eyes running his finger through his hair.
"Knock it off." Dean says and comes to a crouch against the wall leaning back.
After a few moments it stops however the room remains cold. He finally opens his eyes and comes to his feet. He looks around he felt dizzy. The room seemed to sway as he made his way to the bathroom. Dean turns on the light then the sink. He looks in the mirror and washes his face. He dries it off. He grabs the walls for support as the atmosphere around him becomes heavy. The room even colder as he steps out he puts on his jacket. Dean sits on the bed wrapping the comforter around him. He reaches for the phone to call Bella. He goes to dial but can't remember the number. He sighs slamming down the phone. Dean gets up keeping the comforter around him. He starts to knock on the wall.
"He's my favorite." Dean turns towards the voice.
He sees a boy about 8 years old flipping through a comic book. He's smiling and showing Dean a picture. Curiously he makes his way over.
"Superman?" Dean questions.
The boy nods and hands Dean the comic book. Dean winces why was he able to hold this? Why did it feel so real?
"Who's your favorite Dean?"
"Batman." Dean says sadly.
"What's wrong Dean?"
Dean sighs and takes a seat next to the boy.
"This isn't real Sammy. Believe me I wish it was."
"You make no sense you know that Dean?"
"So I've been told."
"Dean will you come with me?"
"Go with you where buddy?"
"I don't know anywhere let's just go."
Dean was trying his hardest to fight this to not let his emotions get to him.
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"I just can't."
"But…"
Dean stands back up.
"She's always in the way!" The little boy begins to cry and throws his comic book at Dean. It hits him in the face and he flinches.
"You never wanted me! Did you!"
"It's not fair. It should be me! ME DEAN I'm your brother!"
Dean closes his eyes again.
"LOOK AT ME! See you can't even look at me! You just stood there Dean! Just like you are right now!"
"I'm sorry Sammy I… God I'm so fucking sorry."
Dean opens his eyes again.
"No you're not." The voice deeper.
Dean stared at the man before him. He had boyish brown hair, side burns, he wore blue jeans and a denim buttoned shirt with boots.
"It's supposed to be me. Not her Dean. Brother's forever. Hunting side by side. You could have had this but you gave up on me Dean! You gave up!" The man points to Dean.
"Sammy…"
"You don't know what you're missing!"
The tears fall.
"You're crying? Really Dean? What gives you the right to cry. Last time I looked it wasn't your life that was robbed!"
The man sighs and shakes his head.
"I'm sorry Dean… It's just …" The man pinches the bridge of his nose.
"I miss you. You've no idea just how lonely."
Dean takes a step towards the man.
"Yeah I do actually."
"Oh come on Dean. You have her! You have dad still and what do I have?"
"Mom!" Dean fires back.
"You still have mom!"
"Not where I'm at Dean. I'm not exactly welcomed at the stairway if you get my drift."
"That's impossible Sammy. You were just a baby."
"You were." Dean shakes his head reaching to his temples. His body temp going down. The entire room was now covered in a sheet of ice.
"Sammy…" He says as the man picks Dean up by the throat.
"Why…"
"Because I'm tired of being alone. You're coming with me brother."
"Sammy please… I have to protect her."
"ALWAYS HER!" The man roars.
"I'm sorry." Dean whimpers as he's being choked.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY BROTHER!"
Dean drops to the ground as Bella takes an iron bar to the ghost. Dean begins to cough.
"D?" Bella crouches down putting her hand to his forehead.
"Oh my god. You're freezing!"
Dean's eyes start to close.
"NO!" She says shaking him.
"D! Please!"
Bella grabs her brother by the collar and begins to drag him out. She gets halfway to the door when it slams and Bella's tossed about the room.
"STAY AWAY FROM HIM!" She yells and fires a round of salt as she rolls off the counter.
She limps towards the decomposing looking spirit. Bella gets yanked up by the collar.
"You really could use a makeover!" Bella wrinkles her nose at the disgusting thing before her. It slams her against the wall. Bella begins to remember what Dean told her about spirits. Bella takes a handful of salt from her pocket and dashes it at the spirits face.
She dashes back towards Dean and opens the door. Once again she grabs him by the collar.
"QUIT EATING SO MANY DAMN BURGERS!" She yells at him but her hands shake all over.
Bella feels like she's going to puke her nerves are so shot. She manages to get her brother out but the door slams and locks her inside. She swallows back nervously. She walks around aiming her gun. Bella notices something funny however in one of the walls. The one she was tossed against. She goes to investigate it but her ankle is yanked and she's being dragged across the room. Bella fires towards the area in the wall.
"Sick!" Bella yells as she sees hand fall out of the wall.
She covers her mouth with the sleeve of her shirt as the stench begins to hit.
"Yeah that's you! God you rank!" She hears the sound of a shotgun and the door being busted down.
"Bells!"
"D the wall!" Bella points and Bella screams as the spirit claws at her leg.
"Jesus D! Hurry up!" Bella shouts at her brother.
"On it!" Dean lights his zippo and tosses it into the wall.
He yanks Bella by the waist and carries her out.
"I told you to stay in the damn hotel!" He snaps at her once he puts her down.
"If I had you'd be a human popsicle!"
"You're beat all to hell Bells look at you!"
"I'm fine!"
"No you're not!"
"Don't be a jerk I saved your ass now admit it!"
Dean sighs shaking his head.
"I guess I owe you." He mumbles as they both limp towards the hotel.
"I'm sorry I couldn't hear you."
Dean grins.
"You really are a brat."
"Well this brat just saved your ass."
"Yeah well we better get the heck out of dodge before the police get here."
Dean tosses her a bag.
"Pack up while I go put the fire out."
"Why don't you pack and I put the fire out!"
"Don't push your luck Bells."
Dean takes care of business and Bella's already waiting in the car. He peels out of the parking lot. He looks upon his sister off and on.
"You doin' ok there?"
She nods. Her hands however shake a bit. Dean turns on the radio. Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival is playing. Bella shakes her head looking to Dean.
"Really?"
He shrugs.
"You'll see." He winks and pats her on the leg.
He clears his throat.
"You did good Bells. I mean it."
Bella smiles.
"You might not be all that bad ya know."
Dean grins but it fades a bit as the night is replayed through his mind.
"Bells?"
She looks to her brother.
"What did it look like?"
She shrugs.
"Like some sort of rotted see through corpse it was disgusting." She wrinkles her nose.
He nods and takes in a deep breath.
"Well it was certainly something that fed off your emotions."
Bella looks to him oddly.
"Why what'd you see?"
"Don't worry about it." He forces a smile and rubs the top of her head a bit.
"Ugh I hate when you do that."
"I know."
"Oh yeah you forgot this." She says with a huge grin as she takes something from her jacket and hands it to him.
He holds it in his hand focusing on the road at first. His eyes widen as he looks down. Quickly he tosses it out the window.
"That wasn't mine."
She laughs and leans back in her seat.
"You're like a pervert aren't you?"
Dean narrows his eyes.
"That wasn't mine."
"Whatever D."
She smiles looking out the window.