AN: Ok, this one's a shorter chapter, but the next will be longer I swear! Hope you enjoy.
Chapter Six
DAVID's Point of View
"I'll take you...just don't tell Suze it was me who let you in."
3RD PERSON Point of View
As the two hunters entered the extremely girly room the young boy – who was obviously hiding something from the brothers – remained silently at the door.
"You're not coming in?" Sam asked. Obviously not wanting him to come in but perplexed that he wouldn't enter the room, after all it was his sister's. Well, step-sister's.
"Nah, I've got, uh…stuff to do. Bye!" And with that David ran down the hall to his room, hoping to God that they don't find anything too bad. Suze was going to kill him is she found out he'd let them in her room, and he didn't even want to know what would happen if they found anything because of him. He was smart enough to know it would be long and painful. He might love his new sister, but she could be scary as all hell even if she was on your side, which she certainly wouldn't be on David's if that time came.
The brothers once again looked at each other.
"Well…interesting Lad," Dean says. "Ok, let's have a look around and see what this Queen of the Night People's big secret is. I'm betting you a hundred to one, even if she's not tied to the murders, that she's messing around with black magic. Why else would she have that much interest in the body? And why would her friend need to give her the heads up? Unless she has some kind of psycho, necrophilia fantasy."
"Gross, Dean."
"What?!"
"Fine! Whatever! Just search the room, I doubt we have that much time before she gets home or her mother begins to wonder what we could be doing in her teenage daughter's room. That is one convocation I definitely want to avoid."
"Well, under the pillow and underneath the bed are usually good places to start. These people are always predictable…well what do you know?"
Dean grins as he pulls out a frame and a small, colourful piece of paper from under the pillow before diving under the bed and pulling out a cardboard box.
"Told ya. Obvious. No imagination."
"Whatever Dean. What's there?"
"Well, we have an old painting of some dude in a cra…cre…neck thingy. A tarot card, the Hermit I believe…wait there's something written on it. Ha, it even has an explanation. Rookie. 'Ninth card in the Tarot, the Hermit guides the souls of the dead past the temptation of illusory fires by the roadside, so that they may go straight to their higher goal,' Dean continues in a bored, exaggerated voice but becomes confused when looking at the smaller writing. "This is unusual…"
"What is it Dean?"
"There's one of those…speech bubbles coming out of the figures mouth. 'Hi, I'm Suze, I'll be your spiritual guide to the afterlife. All right, which one of you lousy spooks took my lip gloss?'" He turns the card to face his brother. "See?"
"Spooks? As in ghosts?" Sam asks doubtfully. "So she is connected to the murders?"
"Looks that way. Now, let's have a looksie at what in this box."
"You know, her being a hot blooded teenage girl, it could be anything."
Dean looks at his brother as if he is an idiot. "Well, I guess we'll just have to take that chance."
He opens the box and reaches into it.
"Ha, teenage girl stuff my ass. I'm sure all teenage girls have a copy of The Book of the Dead around. Bit of light reading as they paint their nails." He says holding up the book in question, filled with sticky notes and tabs, before placing it on the bed and reaching back into the box. "And what have we here…candles and…paint brushes? What the hell?"
"Wait, let me see them Dean." Sam says as he reaches forward, now sitting on the bed along with Dean who had decided standing was too much of a task a while ago, under the gaudy four poster frame. "See, look. The tips are red."
"Blood?"
"I'd say so."
"So…ritualistic ceremony? Possibly used for whatever she did to summon the ghost of Hector de Silva?"
"Maybe, but what motive could she have for killing the couple if she is controlling the ghost somehow? Maybe it is the ghost of the car crash victim?"
"Still doesn't explain all this shit. Maybe she was having an affair with the guy and he threatened to tell all and the wife was a bonus? Maybe she needed them to cark it for some sick moon-cycled, witchy, ghost-related ritual? I have no idea. From what I heard, she's a loose cannon and needs to be dealt with."
"She's not even eighteen yet Dean."
"I know, we'll deal with her the way we did that other satanic bastard who pulled a freaky Friday on you and used you to have some kinky sex with – "
"Ok, Dean. Enough." Sam shivers. He hated being stuck in Gary's pubescent body. "So…we'll talk to her? Threaten her?"
"We'll see what she has to say for herself when she gets back. Let's see if we can find anything else around here that might link to the six-feet-under couple or the hit and run victim."