Mannequin 3: The Reckoning Part 1

Sam was unconscious on the floor. Angela gently held his face in her hands.

"Sam?" She asked, worry evident in her voice. "Sam. S-Sam? Come on."

Dean started to shake Sam. "Sammy!" He exclaimed. "Come on, come on. Come on, dammit."

Sam's eyes snapped open. Hellfire flickered in them and then faded out. Sam groaned and exhaled sharply.

"Hey, hey, hey, baby." Angela murmured. "You with us?"

Sam just breathed deeply and groaned. Dean and Angela hauled Sam off of the floor.

"Come on. Come on, got to get you out of here." Dean said.

Sam just grunted in response. Dean and Angela shared a worried look.

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Sam groaned lightly and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"How do you feel?" Angela asked, worry lacing her voice.

"Like I got hit by a…planet," Sam replied.

"Well, lucky for you, I'm a Doctor," Dean replied. "I got joe, grub, and…" He trailed off and held up a bottle of pills, shaking them.

Sam's brows furrowed. "What are they."

"Effective," Dean replied with a small smirk.

Sam shook his head. "I'm okay. Thanks."

"Suit yourself." Dean shrugged before he put away the pills.

Sam exhaled sharply. "So, how long was I out, again?"

"About two or three minutes," Angela replied. "Why, what'd it feel like to you?"

"About a week, give or take," Sam replied with a shrug.

Angela gently took her hand in his. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Sam raised a brow. "It?"

"Yeah, whatever that was," Dean interjected. "I mean, it was like you were freakin' electrocuted."

Sam sighed deeply. "Look, I mean, it wasn't fun, but I-I'm…Fine."

"Fine," Angela repeated, not believing him. "You…You saw hell, didn't you?" She asked with a frown. "Sammy, y-you could have died."

"Angie, come on." Sam sighed.

"No, I'm serious, Sam!" She replied. "And none of this 'it's just a flesh wound' crap! We did it your way and every bad thing that we said would happen happened. So please—let the past stay the past, Sammy." She rambled, her voice wavering.

Sam clenched his jaw slightly. "So, I'm supposed to just ignore it?" He asked. "I'm just supposed to ignore what I did to you?"

"Yes!" Angela replied. "Because we can't lose you…I can't lose you…Not again." Her voice cracked slightly. She took her free hand and wiped away any oncoming tears.

Sam sighed softly and shook his head. "Angie…I might've done…who knows what, and you guys want me to just forget about it?"

"You shove it down, and you let it come out in spurts of violence and alcoholism," Dean interjected. "And a lot of sex."

"That sounds healthy," Sam replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Well, works for me." Dean shrugged.

Sam just sighed.

"It's not a joke," Dean replied. "Your life is on the line here, Sam. This is not a debate. I mean, first you were a-a soulless dickbag, and now you're not. So, we good?"

After a slight pause, Sam let out another sigh. "Yeah. Sure." He conceded. He wrapped an arm around Angela's shoulders and gently pulled her to him.

"Good." Dean nodded. "Well, let's get your mind off it, shall we? You, uh, up for a job?"

"Well, what do you got?" Sam asked.

"Janitor murdered in a college lab last night," Angela explained. "Doors were locked, nobody else in or out of the building."

"Great." Sam nodded. "Where to?"

"Paterson, New Jersey," Dean replied. "Hey, maybe we'll have a Snooki sighting." He chuckled.

Sam's face scrunched up slightly. "What's a Snooki?"

Dean's smile disappeared, and his brows furrowed. "That is a good question."

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Dean looked at an anatomy dummy that was in the science lab and he started removing pieces. "Check it out. This thing's friggin' awesome!" He laughed. He handed Sam the plastic heart from the dummy. "Be my valentine."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Dude, we're working. Put it back."

Dean put on a fake pout. "Have a heart."

"Dean!" Sam explained.

Dean laughed. "Angie, your boyfriend's a buzzkill." He commented. Dean sniffed the air. "You smell sulfur?"

"Yeah, Dean, we're in a science lab," Angela replied obviously.

Dean paused for a moment. "Right." He nodded. He checked his phone and saw that Lisa was calling him.

"Who is it?" Sam asked.

Dean didn't answer Sam and just rejected the call.

"So, Lisa?" Sam raised a brow.

"Maybe you should mind your own business." Dean snapped.

"What's wrong with just talking to her, Dean?" Sam sighed.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Thanks, Dr. Laura. That's—that's very insightful. Look at that—our time's up."

Angela's EMF meter started to go off. "Hey, guys."

"Whoa," Dean muttered. "Ghosts gone wild. Something's up in here."

"Question is, what?" Angela asked.

"Guys, good news." Dean gestured to the security camera. "Big brother's watching."

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"Hey," Dean said, clearing his throat. "So, what'd you find out from the, uh, mop jockey's girlfriend?"

Sam sighed. "Nothing." He shook his head. "Just how great he was—went to church, donated to charity, rubbed her feet during Glee."

Dean's face pinched in disgust. "I just threw up in my mouth."

"Sorry," Sam replied. "Anyway, I checked his record—spotless. What about the science building? Anything?"

"Built in '05. Nothing weird about the land." Angela shrugged. "Before this, the biggest mishap was some genius accidentally spilled sulfuric acid on his…delicates."

"They don't even dissect anything good in there." Dean scoffed. "Anything bigger than Kermit, they use an iPad."

"So, we got nothing?" Sam raised a brow.

"Yeah, a big steaming pile of it." Dean sighed.

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Dean, Sam, and Angela were in the mannequin factory. The EMF meter started to go off rapidly.

"Guys?" Sam asked.

"Yeah?" Dean replied.

"This thing's humming." Sam frowned.

"Hmm." Angela hummed as she looked around.

"Wait." Sam paused. "Dean, that anatomy dummy you were molesting at the lab." He said, causing Angela to let out a snort.

Dean frowned and looked at Sam. "Excuse me?"

Angela composed herself. "Huh. Sam's right, what if that's what this is about?"

Dean looked even more confused. "What exactly are you two accusing me of?"

Angela rolled her eyes. "We don't mean that. I mean, there was an anatomy dummy there, and here…"

"You're joking." Dean scoffed. He frowned when Sam and Angela remained serious. "You're not joking. Okay, uh, so, what, we've got—we've got a bunch of killer dolls like…Chucky?" He asked. "I mean, come on, that's—that's just…friggin' creepy."

"I mean if ghosts can possess humans and—and move objects, why can't they possess this?" Sam asked.

"I suppose. But riddle me this, ghosts aren't exactly known for hopping county lines, right?" Dean raised a brow.

"True." Angela nodded.

"This one hits up a college and now a factory, what, three towns over?" Dean asked.

Sam shook his head. "Doesn't add up."

"So we dig. Over there." Dean replied as he waved his hand in front of a mannequin's face. "I don't like the way Kim Cattrall's lookin' at me."

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"Well, this dead guy's as squeaky clean as the last dead guy." Dean sighed. "I can't find a speck of dirt on him. What about you guys?"

"Nothing." Angela sighed as she scrolled through the article on the computer. "Hmm. Well, here's a speck. Uh, a seamstress named Rose Brown went missing over a year ago."

"Uh, cops just gave up on her." Sam continued. "Last seen at the factory, presumed dead. Survived by sister Isabel."

"50 buck—vengeful spirit," Dean replied.

"Pay sis a visit?" Sam asked. "Alright."

Dean's cell phone started to ring. Dean sighed when he saw that it was Lisa.

"Answer it," Angela said gently.

Dean paused and finally answered the phone. "Lisa?"

"Finally." Ben's voice came through the speaker. "I've been calling."

"Ben?" Dean asked, surprised. "What are you—

"Something's wrong with mom." Ben cut him off.

Dean's frown deepened. "What are you talking about?"

"It's bad, Dean," Ben stressed.

"Define 'bad'." Dean pressed.

"I-I don't know. S-she won't talk to me." Ben stammered.

"Alright, put her on the phone," Dean replied.

"She won't come to the phone," Ben complained.

"Ben, get your mom and put her on the phone," Dean demanded.

"I-I-I can't," Ben replied. "Her door's locked. She barely gets out of bed. I'm not kidding. Please, just—just come help me. I-I don't know what to do."

Dean sighed deeply. "Alright, let me call you back."

"Dean—

"Five minutes." Dean cut him off.

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"Come on, guys, I-I can't just leave," Dean said, obviously conflicted.

"Dude, you got to leave," Sam replied.

"Yeah, but we're talking life or death here." Dean sighed.

"Dean, we can handle it for 24 hours," Angela assured. "We all have to deal with the past year, okay? Even you."

Dean just sighed and shook his head.

"Come on," Sam said, nudging him towards the Impala.

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"So, you and Rose were close, huh?" Angela asked softly.

"Very." Isabel nodded. "Our parents died when we were little, so we had each other."

"What was she like?" Sam asked.

"Um, kind…giving," Isabel replied. "She had the biggest heart. But people gave her a hard time."

Angela's brows furrowed. "How come?"

"She was shy, a little awkward." Isabel shrugged. "I guess that made her an easy target. I feel like I've been defending her my whole life."

Sam smiled a small smile. "I'm sure she appreciated it."

"Well, it went both ways," Isabel replied. "She did more for me than anybody else ever could. I just miss her."

Angela noticed a photo album on the coffee table. She looked at Isabel. "Um, may I?"

"Sure. Please." Isabel nodded. "Oh, it's a company Christmas party a couple years back." She said, pointing at one of the photos.

Sam looked at Isabel and raised a brow. "Wait, you worked at Salzman & Sons, too?"

"Well, everybody works at the factory." Isabel shrugged. "That's Rose."

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Sam and Angela walked out of Isabel's house. Sam was on the phone with Dean.

"Dean, hey, get this." Sam started. "That college janitor? He worked at the factory, too, until last year. Apparently, he quit right after Rose's disappearance."

"So, fair bet something happened to that girl around that factory, so let's call that joint ground zero." Dean's voice came through the speaker.

"Right, but it still doesn't explain how a ghost ended up at a college in another zip code," Sam replied.

"It's not like she hopped the blue line," Dean said in agreement.

"We're headed to the factory now," Sam explained. "We'll call when we get the whole scoop on Rose."

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"So, how long have you been here with the company?" Angela asked.

"I've been here about three years now," Jonny replied. "I'm sorry, w-what's this got to do with me?"

Angela put on a reassuring smile. "Relax. Just a routine questioning."

Jonny nodded. "Oh. Okay."

"Uh, did you know Rose Brown?" Sam interjected.

"Uh…Maybe." Jonny shrugged. "Uh, the name sounds kind of familiar."

"She was a seamstress here," Angela replied. "She went missing about a year ago. Here." She pulled out a picture of Rose. "You mind taking a look?"

Jonny studied the photo. "Uh, yeah, I-I saw her around."

"Anything you can tell us about her that might help?" Sam asked.

Jonny shifted slightly. "Uh, look, I'd love to help, but I don't know anything. And, uh, I'm about to be late back from break, so—

"You seem awfully nervous, Jonny," Angela noted.

Jonny shrugged. "Well…those guys that died were my friends. O-of course I'm gonna be upset."

Angela pursed her lips. "I didn't say upset. I said nervous." She replied, handing him a business card. "In case you…remember anything."

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Dean stood outside of Lisa's house and he shifted nervously. He finally brought his hand up and rang the doorbell. Lisa opened the door as she put on an earring. Her brows furrowed in confusion.

"Dean, what are you doing here?" Lisa asked.

Dean looked her over. "Well, you look absolutely fine."

"What's going on?" Lisa pressed.

Dean exhaled sharply. "We've been 'parent trapped'."

Lisa looked even more confused. "What?"

"Ben sent out a 911," Dean replied.

"Why would he do that?"

"You're going on a date, huh?" Dean deflected.

Lisa sighed. "Come in."

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Dean sat at Lisa's kitchen table. He watched as she paced. "You want to sit down?"

"Not so much." She replied.

"So, who's the guy?" Dean asked curiously.

"Who's the guy?" Lisa scoffed. "His name is Matt. He's a Doctor."

"Oh, Dr. Matt. How respectable." Dean replied sarcastically.

Lisa folded her arms across her chest. "Really? That's how this is gonna be?"

"Look, I-I—

"I called you six times, Dean." Lisa interrupted.

"And I almost called you back about 100," Dean replied.

Lisa rolled her eyes. "Good to know."

"Lis, Ben called me. I dropped everything and ran." Dean replied. "If you want to know if I care—

"Doesn't help me." Lisa cut him off.

Dean visibly deflated. "What do you want from me?"

Lisa shook her head. "I'm not asking for anything."

"Well, then ask for something!" Dean exclaimed.

Ben walked into the kitchen and looked at Dean and Lisa. "Um…"

"Go to your room!" Dean and Lisa yelled at the same time.

Lisa turned back to Dean. "You know, I…I can't. Ask for something. I know what I want." She said. "But, I can't have it—Not how you live. My phone rings, I think—tiny chance it's you, big chance it's Sam or Angela calling to tell me you're dead."

"Lis…" Dean trailed off.

"No, don't. Don't apologize or anything." She replied. "It's just…It's just I get to this place where I'm okay, and then you show up at our door. You keep doing that, every time I think I'm never gonna see you again. I'm trying to get over you." She explained. "What are you trying to do? What do you want from us, Dean?"

A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm so excited for y'all to read the next one, at the end there's a Sam/Angie scene that I think you guys'll really like. Also, thank you so, so much for the recent reviews! Your feedback means everything to me :) Love y'all.

~Emily