Chapter Seven-Hookman
Third Person POV
"Okay," Lori said, walking out of a dorm room bathroom. "What do you think?" she asked, referring to her outfit.
"Um," Taylor said, sitting up and the bed she was lying on to get a better look. "Oh God, too Martha Stewart?" Lori said, noticing the hesitation in her roommate's voice. Taylor gestured to give her a minute and got off the bed in a hurry, heading to her dresser. Opening it up, she pulled out a revealing red top. "Here," She said, giving it to the dirty blonde. "Wear this."
"Um," Lori started, turning around and holding it up to herself in the mirror. "I don't know if this is really me." She said, turning back to her roommate. "Lori, there's a hot chick buried somewhere in there and-" Taylor started. "Okay!" Lori said, holding her hands up in defense before changing into the red top while Taylor went back to her spot on her bed.
"So?" Lori asked, turning around once she got the top on. "Damn, girl! He's not gonna know what hit him." Taylor said, smiling at her friend. Lori went back over to the mirror and looked at her reflection. "Okay." She said to herself. "I think he's probably downstairs." She added, turning away from the mirror and grabbing a few things. "I'll see you later."
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Taylor advised, not looking up from what she was writing. "There's nothing you wouldn't do." Lori said, opening the door and leaving. "That's true." She said to herself, smiling.
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"I thought we were going to the party." Lori said as Rich's car pulled under and bridge. "Well we can't arrive on time." Rich said, parking the car. "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you brought me here on purpose." She said, turning in her seat to face her boyfriend. "What? I'm offended." He said, feigning shock. "Yeah, I'm sure." She said sarcastically, smiling at him.
Just as they began to kiss, Lori's cell phone started to ring and they reluctantly broke away. Lori looked down at the caller ID to see "Dad Calling".
"You wanna get that?" Rich asked. "Definitely not." Lori said, shutting the ringer off. They started kissing again and Rich put his hand under Lori's halter strap, causing Lori to pull away and move his hand. "No." she said. "It's ok." Rich said, trying to convince her but she looked uncomfortable. Rich began kissing Lori's neck and put his hand back under her strap. Lori looked even more uncomfortable and pulled away. "Hey, I mean it." She warned before they both heard a loud screeching noise.
"What was that?" Lori asked, looking around the vehicle. "I don't know." Rich said and then they heard the same sound again. "What is that?" he asked, opening the car door. "No! Rich, no!" Lori begged as he got out. "No, just wait here." He said, shutting the door. Lori looked around terrified when the screeching noise returned, this time closer. "Rich, let's go!" she begged again right as one of the tires got punctured and the back window cracked causing her to scream.
"Rich?" she called, looking around, but not seeing Rich anywhere. "Rich!" she called again, rolling up the windows and locking the doors. "Rich where are you?" she suddenly heard scratching and banging on the roof. She screamed again and jumped into the floor and the noise stopped. "Ok, ok." she said to herself, breathing heavily.
Getting out of the car, she started to run away, but turned around and saw Rich suspended from a tree, upside down, above the car and she screamed.
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Lyssa woke with a start, breathing heavily. She looked around her surroundings and breathed in relief. She was still curled up on one of the beds in the motel room her and the boys had got. Luckily, this room had three twin sized beds in it and no one had to share. Looking over, she saw both the boys sprawled out on their respective beds, exhausted.
Letting her head drop back down onto her bed, she shut her eyes and took a few more deep breaths before sitting up and grabbing her bag from the floor. She pulled out an old, worn out, blue journal and flipped to the next clear page. Once she found it, she began writing down her dream.
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"Alright, thank you for your time." Sam said before hanging up the payphone a little away from the café they were at. He walked back over to the table where Dean and Lyssa were working on the laptop. "Your, uh, half-caf, double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis." Dean said as Sam walked back. "Bite me." Was all Dean got back as Sam sat down.
"So, anything?" Lyssa asked, looking up at the younger Winchester. Sam shook his head. "I had them check the FBI's Missing Persons Data Bank. No John Doe's fitting Dad's description. I even ran his plates for traffic violations." Sam explained. "Sounds like he doesn't wanna be found." Lyssa said, causing Sam to look disappointed.
"Check this out, found it earlier this morning." Dean said, catching the attention of the other two. He turned the laptop so both Sam and Lyssa could see. Lyssa swallowed hard when she saw that the article was about the mysterious death of a fraternity brother and the picture looked too familiar to her. "It's a news item out of Places Courier. Ankeny, Iowa. It's only about a hundred miles from here." Dean said, chewing on him pen.
"The mutilated body was found near the victim's car, parked on 9 Mile Road." Sam read as Lyssa sat back in her chair and rubbed her eyes. "Keep reading." Dean advised, sending Lyssa a concerned glace. "Authorities are unable to provide a realistic description of the killer. The sole eyewitness, whose name has been withheld, is quoted as saying the attacker was invisible."
"Could be something interesting." Dean added, giving his brother a pointed look. "Or it could be nothing at all. One freaked out witness who didn't see anything? Doesn't mean it's the Invisible Man." Sam said, not so sure. "But what if it is? Dad would check it out." Dean argued, knowing he'd win out.
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"Hey, are you alright?" Sam asked, turning around in his seat to look at Lyssa. Lyssa look up at the younger Winchester and smiled. "Yeah. I'm fine."
"Are you sure? Because you've been acting a little strange since we left the motel this morning." Sam added, not really buying her attempt to let it drop. "Sammy's right. You look kinda pale too." Dean said, looking at her through the rearview mirror. "Guys, I'm fine. Just…didn't get much sleep last night. I, uh, had a bad dream and couldn't shake it. That's all." She said, not completely lying. The car was completely quiet before Sam nodded and turned back around.
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Dean parked the car near the fraternity where Rich lived. The other frat brothers who were outside looked at the Impala in confusion as the three occupants got out. "One more time, why are we here?" Sam asked in a hushed tone. "Victim lived here." Lyssa answered, looking around at all the college students. Dean led them over to some guys who were fixing a car. "Nice wheels." He said, earning strange looks. "We're your frat brothers and sorority sister. From Ohio. We're new in town. Transfers. Looking for a place to stay." Dean said, grinning.
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The three of them walked into one of the dorm rooms to find a shirtless frat boy in yellow shorts painting his face and body purple. "Who are you?" he asked when Dean knocked on the door. "We're your new roommates." Dean answered with a smile, walking over to the boy. "Her too?" he asked, slightly confused. "No. She's just hanging with us for the day."
"Oh, cool. Hey, do me favor? Get my back. Big game today." The purple boy said, holding the brush and paint can out to Dean. "He's the artist. Things he can do with a brush." Dean said, point to Sam who gave him a mortified look, but took the brush and can. Lyssa followed Dean over to where he sat down in a chair and picked up a magazine. "So," he said, looking for the kid's name on the magazine. "Murph. Is it true?" he asked once Lyssa pointed it out for him. "What?"
"We heard on of the guys around here got killed last week." Lyssa said, sitting on the arm of Dean's chair. "Yeah." he said sadly.
"What happened?" Sam asked, still painting the kid's back. "They say some psycho with a knife. Maybe a drifter passing through. Rich was a goof guy." Murph explained. "Rich was with somebody?" Sam pressed as Dean started absently flipping through the magazine. "Not just somebody. Lori Sorensen." Murph said, causing Lyssa to sit a little straighter.
"Who's Lori Sorensen?" Lyssa asked. "You missed a spot. Just down there, on the back." Dean interrupted, grinning at Sam's annoyed expression. "Lori's a freshman. She's a local. Super hot. And get this: she's a reverends daughter." Murph told Lyssa. "You wouldn't happen to know which church, would you?" Dean asked, closing the magazine.
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"Our hearts go out to the family of a young man who perished. And my personal prayers of thanks go out as well because I believe he died trying to protect my daughter. And now, as time heals all our wounds, we should reflect on what this tragedy means. To us, as a church." Rev. Sorensen preached as Sam, Dean, and Lyssa entered, the door slamming behind them.
The congregation went silent as they all turned to look at them. "As a community, and as a family. The loss of a young person is particularly tragic. A life unlived is the saddest of passings." Rev. Sorensen continued as the three sat down. Lori noticed their presence and looked directly at Sam, who gave her a weak smile. "So, please, let us pray. For peace, for guidance, and for the power to protect our children."
Everyone bowed their head except for Dean. Sam elbowed him and Dean, noticing everyone else, did the same.
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"I can't. It's Sunday night." Lori said, walking out of the church with Taylor. "It's just us girls. We're gonna do tequila shots and watch Reality Bite." Taylor tried. "My dad makes dinner every Sunday night."
"Come on, Lori. I know this had been hard, but you are allowed to have fun." Taylor said, stopping to look at her friend as a group of children ran by. "I'll try." Lori said defeated, Taylor rolling her eyes. "Ok." She said and hugged Lori before leaving. "Are you Lori?" Sam asked as the three walked up to the dirty blonde. "Yeah." She said, sounding a little nervous.
"My name is Sam. This is my brother, Dean and our friend, Lyssa." Sam introduced, Dean and Lyssa waving. "Hi." Dean smiled slightly. "We just transferred her to the university." Lyssa said, shaking the other woman's hand. "I saw you inside." Lori said, shaking Lyssa's hand. "We don't wanna bother you. We just heard about what happened and…" Sam started. "We wanted to say how sorry we are." Dean finished.
"I kinda know what you're going through. I-I saw someone…get hurt once. It's something you don't forget." Sam said, Lori nodding in understanding when Rev. Sorensen came up to them.
"Dad, um, this is Sam, Dean, and Lyssa. They're new students." Lori told her father. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. I must say, that was an inspiring sermon." Dean said, shaking the reverend's hand. "Thank you very much. It's so nice to find young people who are open to the Lord's message." He said, Dean chuckling a little.
"Listen, uh, we're new in town actually." Dean said, grabbing Lyssa's arm and started leading Rev. Sorensen away from Sam and Lori. "And, uh, my girlfriend and I, we were looking for, um, a church group." Dean explained.
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About an hour and a half later, they all met back at the library. Sam told them that the cops think Lori was seeing things. "So you believe her?" Dean asked, walking down the one aisles, the other two following him. "I do." Sam answered.
"Yeah, I think she's hot, too." Dean said, glancing back at his brother with a grin. "No, man, there's something in her eyes. And listen to this: she heard scratching on the roof. Found the body suspended upside down over the car." Sam explained in a hushed tone as Dean turned down one of the aisles. "Wait, the body suspended? That sounds like the-" Lyssa started, looking at Sam. "The Hook Man legend. That's one of the most famous urban legends ever. You don't think that we're dealing with the Hook Man." Dean interjected.
"Every urban legend has a source. A place where it all began." Sam said.
"Yeah, but what about the phantom scratches and the tire punctures and the invisible killer?" Lyssa asked, crossing her arms. "Well, maybe the Hook man isn't a man at all. What if it's some kind of spirit?" Sam offered.
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"Here you go. Arrest records going back to 1851." The librarian said, placing a few big boxes in front of the three at the table. Dean blew some dust off a box and began to cough. "Thanks." He said, smiling at the woman. "Ok." She said, walking away. "So, this is how you spent four good years of your life, huh?" Dean asked the other two. "Eight for me." Lyssa said, opening one of the boxes. "Welcome to higher education." Sam said, grinning when Dean gave Lyssa a funny look.
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A couple of hours later, Dean was rubbing his eyes from exhaustion. "Hey, check this out. 1862. A preacher named Jacob Karns was arrested for murder. Looks like he was so angry over the red light district in town that one night he killed 13 prostitutes. Uh, right here, "some of the deceased were found in their bed, sheets soaked with blood. Others suspended upside down from the limbs of trees as a warning against sins of the flesh." Lyssa explained, handing both the brothers a couple of pieces of paper. One showed a drawing of a man with a hook as a hand.
"Get this, the murder weapon? Looks like the preacher lost his hand in an accident. Had it replaced with a silver hook." Dean said, looking at one page as Sam pointed to the other page. "Look where all this happened."
"9 mile road." Dean said, looking at the page. "Same place where the frat boy was killed." Lyssa added. "Nice job, Dr. Venkmen. Let's check it out." Dean said, patting Lyssa on the shoulder. Sam laughed when Lyssa gave him a dirty look before gathering all the research and left.
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Dean drove the Impala up 9 Mile Road, parking the Impala and all three got out. Dean went around back to the trunk, opening it and handing Sam and Lyssa a rifle. "Here you go."
"If it is a spirit, buckshots won't do much good." Sam said, aiming the gun. "Yeah, rock salt." Dean said, handing some rock salt shots to Sam. "Huh. Salt being a spirit deterrent." Lyssa said, taking the ones that were handed to her. "Yeah. It won't kill 'em. But it'll slow 'em down." Dean said, grabbing a coil of rope and shutting the trunk. "That's pretty good. You and Dad think of this?" Sam asked as they walked towards the trees.
"I told you. You don't have to be a college graduate to be a genius." Dean said, causing both Sam and Lyssa to roll their eyes. They all stopped dead in their tracks when they heard noise among the trees, Sam and Lyssa raising their guns. "Over there." Dean whispered, pointing to the trees. Sam aimed and cocked his gun when a figure came out from behind the trees and it was just their luck that it was the sheriff.
"Put the guns down now! Now! Put your hands behind your head." He yelled, pointing his pistol at the three. "W-w-wait, okay, okay!" Dean said, dropping the coil of rope. "Now get down on your knees. Come on, do it! On your knees!" the sheriff yelled, still pointing his pistol as all three got down on their knees. "Now get down on your bellies. Come on, do it!" he added. Dean scoffed something under his breath, but complied anyway.
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"Saved your asses! Talked the sheriff down to a fine. I am Matlock." Dean said, walking out of the police station, the other two following. "But how?" Lyssa asked. "Told him Sam was a dumbass pledge and that we were hazing him." Dean explained, grinning the entire time. "What about the shotgun?" Sam added.
"I said you were hunting ghosts and the spirits were repelled by rock salt. You know, typical Hell Week prank." Dean said, clearly amused by what he'd done. "And he believed you?" Lyssa asked, not convinced. "Well, he looks like a dumbass pledge." Dean said, gesturing to Sam. "And I'm highly offended that you don't trust my bartering skills." He added when several sheriffs ran out of the building and sped away in police cars.
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"Why would the Hook Man come here? This is a long way from 9 Mile Road." Sam said, getting out of the car once Dean had parked the Impala a few streets away from the sorority. "Maybe he's not haunting the scene of his crime. Maybe it's something else." Lyssa offered, walking next to the boys. Dean pulled Lyssa next to the wall as two sorority girls came out the side entrance of the building and the three his next to some bushes to hide themselves.
"Sorority girls! Think we'll see a naked pillow fight?" Dean asked, turning around to look at Lyssa before helping Sam climb up the balcony of the house. "If we're lucky…no." Lyssa responded, as Dean helped her up as well. "Spoil sport." Dean muttered before climbing up himself. Once they were up, they sneaked into Lori's window with Lyssa first and then Sam following her. "Oh, sorry!" Dean apologized after falling on Sam when he came through the window.
"Be quiet." Sam warned. "You be quiet!" Dean retorted. "Both of you shut it!" Lyssa warned, glaring at the boys before they both mouthed a sorry and then glared at each other. Lyssa rolled her eyes and opened the door of Lori's walk-in closet and saw another sheriff leaving the bedroom. Once the sheriff was gone and down the stairs, Lyssa opened the closet door all the way. "'Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?' That's right out of the legend." Sam said, reading the bloodstained wall.
"Yeah, that's classic Hook Man all right." Dean said, tapping his nose. "It's definitely a spirit."
"Yeah, I've never smelled ozone with strong before." Sam said as Dean went and glanced out the window. "Hey, come here?" Sam called, catching the attention of the other two. He pointed to the cross symbol beneath the writing. "Does that familiar to either of you?"
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"It's the same symbol." Lyssa said as they looked at a picture of the cross symbol they found during their research. "Seems like it is the spirit of Jacob Karns." Sam said as Lyssa handed the paper back to him. "All right, let's find the dude's grave, salt and burn the bones, and put him down." Dean said, leaning on the hood of the Impala.
"'After execution, Jacob Karns was laid to rest in an Old North Cemetery. In an unmarked grave.'" Sam read causing both boys to look annoyed. "Super." Dean said, not sounding excited at all as he pushed off the hood of the car and headed for the driver's seat. "At least we know it's Jacob Karns. Bad thing is, we don't know where he'll manifest next. Or why?" Lyssa said, sliding into the backseat.
"I'll take a wild guess about why. I think Sammy's little friend, Lori, has something to do with this." Dean said, pulling a ticket off the windshield and opening the door and getting in.
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"Man, you guys have been holding out on me. This college thing is awesome!" Dean said once he'd found Sam and Lyssa in the crowd of people at the college party they'd found, smiling and winking at a girl that passed by. "This really wasn't my experience." Sam said. "Mine either." Lyssa said, looking around uncomfortably.
"Let me guess. Libraries, studying, straight A's?" Dean said, both Sam and Lyssa nodding. "What geeks. Alright, you two do your homework?" Dean asked. "Yeah. It was bugging me, right? So how is the Hook Man tied up with Lori? So I think we came up with something." Sam said as Lyssa unraveled a piece of paper.
"1932. Clergyman arrested for murder. 1967. Seminarian held in hippie rampage." Dean said, reading the paper and walking through the crowds of people. "There's a pattern. In both cases, the suspect was a man of religion who openly preached against immorality. And then found himself wanted for killings he claimed were the work of an invisible force. Killings carried out with a sharp instrument." Lyssa explained when they stopped outside.
"What's the connection to Lori?" Dean asked, confused.
"A man of religion? Who openly preaches against immorality?" Sam offered and Dean suddenly understood. "Except this time, instead of saving the whole town, he's just trying to save his only daughter." Sam added. "Reverend Sorensen. You think he's summoning the spirit?" Dean asked. "Maybe. Or you know how a poltergeist can haunt a person instead of a place?" Seam asked.
"Yeah, the spirit latches onto the reverend's repressed emotions, feeds off them, yeah, okay." Dean said, thinking the idea over and then agreeing with it. "Without the reverend ever even knowing it." Lyssa added. "Either way, you should keep an eye on Lori tonight." Dean said and Sam nodded. "What about you two?"
"We'll go see if we can find that unmarked grave." Dean said, throwing his arm around Lyssa's shoulder and walking away.
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"This is hopeless. There's hundreds of headstones here." Dean complained as he and Lyssa walked around the old cemetery. "Uh, Dean?" Lyssa called from a couple of rows over, shining her light on one of the headstones. Dean walked over and stopped to see the cross symbol engraved into the stone. "Here we go." He said, flashing Lyssa a grin.
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"You know, if you'd brought another shovel, I could've helped." Lyssa said, watching as Dean dug at the unmarked grave. Dean flashed her a warning look and Lyssa put her hands up in defense. "That's it. Next time, I get to watch the cute girl's house and you and Sam can dig up bones." Dean complained, breaking the wooded floor of the grave and revealing Jacob Karns' remains. "Hello, preacher." He added, handing the shovel to Lyssa.
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Dean took a few items out of his bag and handed them to Lyssa before going back over to the grave. He started grabbing the items one by one, pouring salt and lighter fluid on the preachers' bones and then lit a match. "Goodbye, preacher." He said, throwing the match into the grave and watched as the bones burnt into flames.
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"No, it's alright, we're with him. He's my brother." Dean said as he and Lyssa were bring refused access to into the hall Sam was on. "Hey! Brother!" Dean called, causing Lyssa to shake her head and Sam and the sheriff to turn and see the other two. Dean smiled and waved.
"Let them through." The sheriff said and the other two sheriffs let Dean and Lyssa by. "Thanks." Lyssa said to the sheriffs before following after Dean. "You okay?" Dean asked when Sam reached him. "Yeah."
"What happened?" Lyssa asked, glancing at the sheriff as they began to walk away from the Reverends' room. "Hook Man." Was all Sam said. "You saw him?" Dean asked, both curious and astounded. "Damn right. Why didn't you torch the bones?" Sam asked, a little angry. "What are you talking about, we did. You sure it's the spirit of Jacob Karns?" Dean asked.
"It sure as hell looked like him. And that's not all. I don't think the spirit is latching on to the reverend." Sam explained, glancing behind Dean's shoulder a couple of times. "Well, yeah, the guy wouldn't send the Hook Man after himself." Lyssa said. "I think it's latching onto Lori. Last night she found out her father is having an affair with a married woman." Sam added.
"So what?" Dean asked.
"So she's upset about it. She's upset about the immorality of it. She told me she was raised to believe that if you do something wrong, you get punished." Sam said. "So she's conflicted. And the spirit of Preacher Karns is latching on to her repressed emotions and maybe he's doing the punishing for her?" Lyssa offered, thinking about the possibilities.
"Right. Rich comes on too strong, Taylor tries to make her into a party girl, Dad has an affair." Sam confirmed. "Remind me not to piss this girl off. But we burned those bones, I buried them in salt, why didn't that stop him." Dean whispered as a doctor walked past the small group. "You must have missed something."
"No. I burned everything in that coffin." Dean said, turning to look out the window. "Did you get the hook?" Sam asked after a moment of thought. "The hook?" Lyssa asked, confused. "Well, it was the murder weapon, and in a way, it was part of him." Sam explained. "So, like the bones, the hook is a source of power." Dean concluded. "So if we find the hook…" Lyssa started. "We stop the Hook Man." Sam and Dean said at the same time, grinning at each other.
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Once again, all three were back in the library doing more research.
"Here's something, I think. Log book, Iowa State Penitentiary. Karns, Jacob. Personal affects: disposition thereof." Dean announced, reading off the page. "Does it mention the hook?" Lyssa asked, looking over Dean's shoulder at the page he'd found. "Yeah, maybe. Upon execution, all earthly items shall be remanded to the prisoner's house of worship, St. Barnabas Church." Dean read. "Isn't that where Lori's father preaches?" Sam asked, looking at his brother. "Yeah."
"Where Lori lives?" he added. "Maybe that's why the Hook Man has been haunting reverends and reverends' daughters for the past 200 years." Lyssa said, pushing Dean's hand out of the way so she could read more on the page. "Yeah, but if the hook were at the church or Lori's house, don't you think someone might've seen it? I mean, a bloodstained, silver-handled hook?" Sam asked. "Check the church records." Dean told him.
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A couple hours later, Sam found the book they needed. "St. Barnabas donations, 1862. Received silver-handled hook from state penitentiary. Reforged." Sam read and then sighed. "They melted it down. Made it into something else."
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Later that night, Dean pulled the Impala up to the empty church. "Alright, we can't take any chances. Anything silver goes in the fire." Dean said, walking up to the church. "I agree. So, Lori's still at the hospital. We'll have to break in." Sam said. "Alright, take your pick." Dean said. "I'll take the house."
"Ok." Dean said with a small grin. "Hey, stay out of her underwear drawer." Dean called, causing Sam to turn around and glare at his brother before walking away. "Ow!" Dean said when Lyssa smacked him upside the head. "Be nice!" she warned.
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In the basement of the church, Lyssa was throwing salt into the fire while Dean was throwing everything silver he could find into it when Sam came down the stairs with a bag of things from Lori's house. "I got everything that even looked silver." He said, making his way down the stairs.
"Better safe than sorry." Dean said, taking the bag from him and started throwing everything into the fire, but stopped when they all heard footsteps upstairs. "Move, move!" Dean whispered, taking his gun and going upstairs with Sam. "Stay here and keep burning the silver." He added to Lyssa.
A couple of seconds later, Dean came back down the stairs. "False alarm. Just Lori."
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Dean jumped when he heard crashing upstairs. "Damn it! Stay here!" Dean yelled, grabbing his gun and running back upstairs.
"Sam drop!" she heard Dean yell and then heard shots firing. She was tempted to go up there and help, but knew Dean left her down there for a reason.
Minutes later, Dean was rushing back down the stairs and threw a necklace to Lyssa. "Throw it in!" he yelled. Lyssa did what she was told and threw the necklace into the fire and they both watched as it began to melt in the flames. Once it was completely melted, they both ran upstairs to find Sam helping Lori up off the floor.
"Quit being such a whine ass." Lyssa said later that night as she stitched up the cut on Sam's arm. "You're lucky I was in med school." She added when he winced again.
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"And you saw him, too? The man with the hook?" the sheriff asked Dean as they all stood outside the church the next morning. "Yes, I told you, we all saw him. We fought him off and then he ran." Dean explained. "And that's all?" the sheriff asked, not really buying Dean's story. "Yeah, that's all."
"Listen, You, your brother, and your girlfriend-" he started. "Oh, don't worry, we're leaving town." Dean cut him off and then walked to his car where Lyssa was waiting.
"We could stay." Dean said when Sam came over to the car after talking with Lori, but Sam just shook his head. Dean looked at Lori and saw she looked sad. He gave Lyssa a sad look before shaking his head in disappointment and getting in the car.
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Later that night, Lyssa sat on one of the two beds in the motel they'd gotten and got lost in her thoughts. She jumped when someone bumped her in the shoulder. Looking up she saw Dean. "You're bunking with me tonight." He said, giving her a little grin. Lyssa just rolled her eyes and moved over to give him a spot to sit.
After a few moments, she turned to Dean. "Can I tell you something?" she asked.
"Of course." Dean said, leaning back on one of the pillows. She bit her lip in thought for a moment before getting up and going to her bag. Dean watched in confusion while she dug through it, looking for something. When she finally found it she came back and sat on the bed. "I guess showing you would be easier than telling you." She said, handing Dean an old, worn out, hard-covered, blue journal. Dean gave her a questioning look, but took it anyway.
He sat there in silence for a moment and skimmed through the pages, begging to end. "What is this?" he asked angrily, snapping the book shut and looking at the woman sitting next to him. "It's my journal. I've had is since I was four. It was a birthday gift. I never wrote anything in it until I was fourteen. That's when I had my first dream." Lyssa explained, brushing some hair behind her ear when it fell in front of her face. Dean looked at her for a moment before opening the journal again and looking at the first page.
"Lyssa, this is the description of what happened before my very first hunt I ever went on with my dad. And the rest of them, they're all like that." He said and flipped to the page a couple before the last. "This was the hunt Sam and I went on before we came to Boston. And this one, this is the hunt we just did! What is this?" he asked, shutting the book again. "Like I said, it was a gift. The pages don't seem to run out and I don't know why, but every time I have one of these dreams, I write it down in this journal. I don't know why. I just do." She said, taking the journal from the older Winchester.
"So, you're, what, psychic?" he asked.
"I don't know. Maybe." She said, running her thumb across the cover. "We have to tell Sam about this." Dean said after a moment of silence. Lyssa nodded but she wasn't sure she wanted Sam to know. She didn't even want Dean to know, but it seemed like a bad idea to keep it from him.
When Sam came back to the room, they both told him. "That's odd. Could be useful though. I mean, if you're having these dreams, you're having them for a reason. We also wouldn't have to search through newspapers and online for gigs anymore." Sam said, accepting the situation immediately. Lyssa smiled at him and relaxed a little. "Thanks." She said, feeling relieved that they didn't think she was some kind of freak.