"Oh, where to start?" Clara pondered as she leaned back in her arm chair. "I practically raised Jezebel and her brother Marshall. They were twins, inseparable. That's how I knew you were lying. Jezebel didn't have any friends besides her brother."
"Why was she shy?" Sam asked leaning forward.
"No, Jezebel was a beautiful lively spirited child; a genuinely pure soul. She wanted nothing more than to go explore the world. Her brother on the other hand was very shy, skittish, and nervous."
"What can you tell us about the day her brother disappeared?" Sam asked taking a sip from his mug.
"Unfortunately not that much, earlier that day they had both come over like they did every day, Her brother would sit and read while Jezebel and I would practice some of the… Mystic arts. She had a real flare for it."
"What kind of mystic arts?" Sam said with intrigue lacing his voice as he placed the mug back on the table.
"Oh we dabbled with everything, tarot, palm reading, spirit boards, and rune reading, pretty much anything dealing with the occult."
"Ok so what happened after that, he didn't go missing here did he?"
"No they went into the woods, that wasn't abnormal for her, she would drag her brother along on night tromps through the forest. Anyways when they didn't come home that night I got worried and called the cops. We found her the next morning in the middle of a peach field and took her to the hospital, which I where I should be heading to see her, your welcome to come with me if you want."
"Wait, she's still in the hospital," Sam said turning to his brother who shrugged back, "For the last ten years?"
Dean's eyebrow shot up questionably. "What's wrong with her?"
"Nothing," Clara replied, "We found her unconscious and she hasn't woken up since. I go to see her everyday but nothing ever changes."
"Well thank you for everything, but we should get out of your hair so you can go visit Jezebel." Sam said politely standing pushing his brother in the arm.
"Yeah, thanks." Dean said rising from his seat and quickly shuffling to the door.
"Anytime boys." She said as they opened the door letting in the bright sunlight. They stepped out onto the porch and closed the door behind them.
"Well what do you think Sam?" Dean asked his brother as they walked down the steps to the Impale.
"Well a spell could easily be keeping her in a coma for 10 years, but why? And why the change of pattern in the last ten years?" Sam asked Dean over the top of the car. Then he paused and turned around, he started at the dead peach tree. "Is that tree leaking?" He asked Dean, without waiting for an answer he walked over to the tree with Dean in tail. A dark liquid dripped from the between the layers of bark. "That isn't sap." Sam stated.
Dean let out a sigh. "Ectoplasm."