Mom?
I sat crowded on the small couch. You'd feel quiet to if you had to sit between two bodies of pure muscle. Sam sat on my right and Dean on my left. Missouri sat in her comfy armchair across from us. "So our dad, when did you fist meet him?" Sam asked.
I brushed the hair out of my eyes as she answered. "He came for a reading." From what've I've learned over time, dad didn't seem like the type to believe in psychics before everything happened. "A few days after the fire." Made more sense of why he'd believe it. "I just told him what was really out there in the dark." Shit, she was the one that started him into him path as a hunter. "I guess you could say...I drew back the curtains for him."
"What about the fire?" Dean questioned.
"Or about what happened to our mom?" I asked quietly, looking sullen at remembering my mother's death.
"A little." Missouri said. "Your dads took me to your house." After it burned to the ground? Seeing our confusion, she explained more in depth. "He was hoping I could sense the echoes, the fingerprints of this thing."
"And could you?" Sam asked. I leaned forward in my seat, desperate for an answer and not wanting to miss a single word she could say. Missouri stuttered before shaking her head, clearing thinking of something else.
I narrowed my eyes, "There was something there. Wasn't it?" My eyes didn't leave hers until she broke eye contact.
Softly, looking terrified at whatever she remembered. "I don't know." She said it barely above a whisper, per terror in her eyes. "Oh, but it was evil."
Back at the ex-Winchester household, Jenny was pacing the kitchen talking on the phone, ignoring her son Ritchie jumping around while clinging onto the rail. "Look, I just feel awful about the poor man's hand...wait, but how can I be held liable? Yeah, but I can't afford a lawyer." She stopped when she heard noises upstairs. "Okay, listen, you gotta let me call you back." She hung up before turning to Ritchie. "Mommy's gonna be right back, okay?" She had to go check on Sari.
"Okay." Ritchie smiled all cutesy. It made Jenny just want to pick him up and give him kisses. But she left quickly to check on her daughter, believing he'd be okay in his little play pen.
Back at Missouri's house. "So...you think something is back in that house?" Missouri asked. I leaned back in my chair as Sam leaned forward.
"Definitely." Sammy sure seemed to believe it and that was good enough for me at this point.
"We wouldn't have comeback if we didn't." I said sullenly. This town was taboo for them, the place it all started. I always joked that if I ever came back to Lawrence, I would die here. But that was before I had brothers, a family, before I had something I wanted to live for.
"I don't understand." Missouri said. "I haven't been back inside but I've been keeping an eye on the place and it's been quiet." Stalker, anyone. "No sudden deaths, no freak accidents." Maybe Sam's vision as wrong, or this whole thing was just one big misunderstanding. "Why is it acting up now?"
"That's what we're here to find out." I said.
"Dad's missing." Sam started. "Finding Chris after all these years alive and well. Then Jessica dying and now this house all happening at once. It just feels like something's starting."
"That's a comforting though." Dean said sullen.
I brushed hair out of my eyes again. "Like any of this been comforting at all."
At the old house, Ritchie looked up from his toys when he heard something, a screw loosening, not that he realized what it was. But he did know when one side of his play pen wall suddenly fell to the floor, freeing him of the child cage. The the safety lock on the fridge undid itself before it swung open. Ritchie pulled himself up, grinning as he saw one of his sippy cups witch his 'juicy' inside. Ritchie not understanding didn't hesitate before climbing inside the cold fridge. He'd barely put the straw into his mouth before the door swung close, locking itself with him inside with his mother upstairs.
Several long minutes passed before Jenny came back down. She started talking to Ritchie, only to froze as she walked into the kitchen and realized his pen was dismantled and he was going. Crying his name, she rushed to the next room looking for him. Her breathing started to get heavy at the thought that her child could be in danger, he was just a baby. Jenny was about to burst into tears and call the police, thinking someone had come in and taken her son while she's been helping her daughter with one of her homework problems. She froze when she saw milk pooling underneath the fridge. She practically wretched the door open off its hinges, Ritchie was sitting there shivering. Jenny cried out, yanking her son into the warmth of her arms crying. Her head shot up at someone knocking on the door. Wiping at her tears, she shakily opened the door. "Chrissy? Sam, Dean, what are you doing here?" And they seemed to have brought a friend.
I looked confused at her disheveled appearance and red eyes, how hard she was clutching onto her shivering son calming sipping his juice. "Are you alright, Jen?" I asked concerned. The last time I saw her like his, she had just found the boyfriend she was sure she was in love with cheating on her.
Jenny chocked slightly, but was still confused about what happened. "Oh, I'm, I'm fine." She stuttered, awkwardly wiping under her eye without dropping Ritchie.
"This is our friend Missouri." Sam introduced. I glanced over as Missouri smiled kindly.
"If it's not too much trouble, we were hoping to show her the house. You know, for old time's sake." Dean grinned. They had to get in here but couldn't with Jenny never leaving the house.
Jenny looked around at the guests before shaking her head. I noticed her face looking flushed, she looked scared. "You know, this isn't a good time. I'm kind of busy."
I stepped up a stair, looking at her worriedly. "Jenny, we can help you, with whatever it is that's going on." Jenny didn't have the supernatural practically in her blood, so imbedded that it's impossible to escape once you're in. But we could stop whatever this was from killing her and her children, stopping them from just being another unsolved kills on the long forming list. Obviously something has happened, Jenny looked hesitant to let them in.
Dean's smile had dimmed a little and looked forced. "Jenny, it's important." He tried pressuring her. At least until Missouri smacked him on the back of his head. It would have been funny had I not been concerned for Jenny and her kids. Dean scowled, Missouri had been picking on him ever since he walked in her building.
"Give the poor girl a break, can't you see she's upset?" Missouri demanded. She turned to Jenny. "Forgive the boy, he means well, he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed but hear me out." Dean looked stunned by this as Missouri pushed herself in front of me so she could talk to Jenny easier.
Jenny swallowed hard, adjusting her grip on Ritchie. "About what?" Jenny looked cautious which was understandable in a situation like this. It just made me want to help her out all that much more.
"About this house." Missouri saying that gave me chills. Something evil was in this house and I didn't like it one bit.
Jenny looked ill as she answered. "What are you talking about." I had never seen her so terrified but I guess there was nothing more terrifying than the thought of losing your child.
"I think you know what I'm talking about." Missouri said, looking at her meaningful. "You think there's something in this house, someone that wants to hurt your family? Am I mistaken?" My gaze drifted continuously from Missouri to Jenny.
"Who are you?" Jenny whispered.
"Jen, you know who I am." I said, trying to appeal to our past friendship. "I'm your friend, I only want you and your children to stay safe." There were just some things in the world Jenny would never be able to understand.
"We're also people who can help." Missouri said. "Who can stop this thing. But you're gonna have to trust us just a little." We couldn't save her or her children if she didn't trust enough to let us in the house. Not that that'll matter, I would just break in tonight when everyone is sleeping to find what was needed. But she didn't have to know that.
I stepped up and said in a firmly no nonsense tone. "Jenny, you have to let us in." It was a tone that had always worked with Jenny, letting me do whatever I needed. Back then she listened because she wanted to be my friend. Nowadays, she listened to protect her children.
That was how a few minutes passed before I found myself standing in Sari's bedroom. It seemed like an ordinary every day little girls bedroom. I couldn't help but wonder who's bedroom this had been over twenty years ago. "Is there anything in here?" I asked. A psychic was something I would never be.
"It would be in here if there's a dark energy. This room would be in the center." Missouri stated like it was a fact. I turned around and looked at her, what was so special about this room compared to every other room.
"Why?" Sam asked.
"This used to be your nursery, Sam. This is where it all happened." Missouri said like it wasn't strange for a stranger to know where your bedroom was twenty years ago. I could almost see the crib and baby things replacing all of Sari's things in my mind's eye. And then my gaze drifted to the corner, where I knew my mother had died burning as she was pinned to the ceiling. And of course Missouri had to make fun of Dean's little handmade EMF reader. He nudged Sam and the small of my back to get my attention. The EMF was beeping heavily, all the little lights blinking red.
"So something is here." I muttered, looking out the window and seeing nothing that would cause an interference.
"I don't know if you children should be disappointed or relieved but this ain't the thing that took your mom." Missouri said. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Could we really face the demon that destroyed everything for us.
"Are you sure?" Sam asked. Missouri nodded.
"How can you tell the difference?" I asked. I didn't know much about demonic feelings but was it like people? Different demons had different presences like different people.
Missouri confirmed it when she said, "It isn't the same energy I felt the last time I was here. Its something different." I slowly crossed my arms, feeling odd being in this house. Missouri and Sam were right, something evil was in this house.
"What is it?" Dean asked, stepping closer.
"Not it." Missouri stopped to open the closet door. "Them."
My eyes widened and I dropped my arms. "There's more than one presence in this house?" Very rarely was there more than one supernatural creature in the same vicinity. Meaning same time, yet along more than one in the same house.
"Yes, I sense more than one." Missouri said, glancing over her shoulder at them. "The readings are unclear, blurry. There could be two, or even three." I swallowed hard, not liking the sound of that at all.
"What are they doing here?" Dean asked.
Missouri slowly closed the closet door before turning around to face them. "They're here because of what happened to your family." She explained. "You see, all those years ago, real evil came to you." You didn't have to tell me, I knew that more than the family that lived here now could ever do so. Because none of them were going to die on my watch. "It walked this house." That gave me chills. "The kind of evil leaves wounds." I glanced around nervously, thinking I was being watched. "And sometimes, wounds get infected."
I looked at her confused. How could evil in a house from twenty two years ago get an infection? Scratch that, how did a house get an infection at all. "I don't understand?" Sam asked just as confused.
"This place is a magnet for paranormal energy." Missouri said. "It's attracted a poltergeist." Ugh, those were the worst. Worst than an ordinary ghost but at least not as bad as werewolfs, now those were just vicious. "A nasty one." Was there any other. "And it won't rest until Jenny and her babies are dead." Over my dead body, I narrowed my eyes and curled a fist.
Dean shared the same sentiment as her. "Well one things for damn sure. Nobody's dying in this house ever again." He said with determination flashing in his eyes. I thought hard about what it took to get rid of a poltergeist, I needed to know everything so I wouldn't get caught off guard, so I could destroy it.
Back at Missouri's house, "I still think it's amazing how a few plants can stop something." I said, staring down at the table. It was covered in different types of herbs and roots, I couldn't even identify over half of them.
"What is all this stuff?" Dean asked. I picked up one of the roots curiously.
"That one is Angelica Root." Missouri nodded at what I held. I quickly set it back down. "Van Van oil, crossroad dirt, a few odds and ends." I curiosity opened one of the currently empty casing wrappings.
"It's kinda cool." I muttered, wrapping up the casing. It was always fascinating to me how a few items could be so powerful against the supernatural.
"So what are we going to do with it?" Dean asked. I glanced up at Missouri curious.
Missouri explained. "We're gonna put them inside in the walls in the north, south, east, west corners on each floor of the house."
"We'll be punching holes in the dry wall." Dean said. "Jenny's gonna love that."
"Jenny will be out of the house by then." I said, tossing a root lightly into the air and easily catching it.
"At least she and her kids will live." Missouri said with a sly smirk.
"So this will destroy the spirits?" Sam made sure, gesturing to the items on the tabletop.
Missouri nodded. "It should purify the house completely. We'll each take a floor. But we have to work fast." She warned cautiously. "Once the spirits realize what we're up to, things are gonna get bad."
Back at the house, I led Jenny and her two kids out of the house. "Look, I'm not sure I'm comfortable leaving all of you here." Jenny was protesting.
"Jen, have I ever strayed you wrong before?" I asked. Jenny have me a look and I laughed, nodding. "Alright. Let's ignore the past." I waved my hands. "I'm your friend and you know there is something in this house. Just take the kids for dinner, go see a movie or something. When you get back, this will be nothing more than a distant memory."
Jenny slowly nodded, but this was her best friend. Jenny seemed to forget that she hadn't seen her friend in nearly ten years and people could change in all that time. Not that she had anything to worry about, like coming back and finding all her stuff stolen.
In the attic several minutes later, "One...two...three." I kicked as hard as I could into the wall with my steel toed boots. The wall was dry and practically falling apart as it was part of the original house that had still been standing before they rebuilt the floors below that had been damaged by the fire. As she was doing this, Sam on the floor below her doing the same never noticed the cord of a lamp slowly move towards him from behind. Down in the kitchen, Dean never noticed the knife drawer slowly start to open behind him. In the basement, Missouri placed a herb into the wall.
Back in the attic, I was kicking out the forth hole in the west. Just before I could put the herb in, I cried out as one of the heavy chests slammed into me from behind, throwing me to the floor. In the basement, Missouri screamed as a table pinned her to the wall. In the kitchen, Dean ducked just as a knife flung itself, stabbing into the cabinet. On the second floor, Sam chocked as the cord of the lamp wrapped around his neck from behind.
In the attic, I stumbled to my knees. Breathing hard and shaking from the force of the fall, there was a rip in my jeans. I barely managed to push the last bag of herbs into the fourth hole I made when the chest hit me in the square of my back. My part of the mission was completed. It didn't stop me from screaming as I was pushed into the hole in the floor that led to the steps. Grunting, I rolled as small as I could tell I hit the ground. My head was killing me, I briefly considered I had a mildly concession and maybe a sprained wrist. Nothing that wouldn't heal before the night was up. I flinched when hands grabbed me, yanking me to my feet. Only did I relax when I saw Dean's flushed face, looking like he just escaped an attack himself and made it upstairs. "Are you ok?" He demanded of me and I nodded dazedly.
Loud banging from the nearby room brought my mind back to focus. Dean took off across the hall and I followed, shaking my head to clear the dizziness from the fall. "Sam!" I chocked, seeing him wittering on the floor. I fell to one side of him, Dean on the other. I placed my hands to his neck, watching he bulging eyes, crying as I struggled to get my fingers under the cord so I could yank it off. But it was just to tight, leaving no room for holes. As I did this, Dean took to completing the task Sam had been interrupted in.
As soon as Dean placed the final bag into the last hole, there was a blinding flash of light, I had to cover my eyes. As it faded, Sam went limp, the cord slackening around his neck. I yanked it off, Sam let out a break of air, breathing harshly with a visible cord shaped bruise around his neck. "Sammy!" I jumped him, wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, burying my face in his shoulder. I felt Dean curl an arm around my shoulders, his other wrapping around's Sam's broad back. Sam went lax, falling into us but he would be alright.
Several hours later, we finally made it downstairs to the kitchen where Missouri was coming up the basement stairs. She looked worse for wear but otherwise alright. Dean was holding a majority of Sam's weight who was still recovering from his near suffocation but I helped out best I could with my smaller frame. I whistled at the disaster of the kitchen. "Jenny is never going to trust me again."
"At least she and her babies can live in peace." Missouri said, looking around the disaster site.
Insisting her was fine, Sam stood straight on his own. But I hovered nearby in case he relapsed, sudden oxygen leaving his brain or something. "You sure this is over?" Sam asked to make positive.
"I'm sure." Missouri said firmly, sounding sure of herself. "Why? Why do you ask?"
I looked at Sam in confusion as he hesitated. Then he shook his head. "It's nothing, I guess." I didn't believe him so much.
Before I could press, there was a sound before the front door swung open. "Hello! We're home." Jenny called, cautiously entering with a hand holding the hand of each child. Jenny froze when she saw the mess they created in the kitchen. "What happened? She asked stunned.
"Jenny...hi." I said awkwardly. "...You won't have any more problems here." I said weakly.
"Don't worry." Sam said. Looks like I wasn't the only Winchester that got awkward around normal people after the supernatural got involved. "Um, we'll pay for all of this." Sam offered. I did a mental count of the money we had and the damages, looks like we might be sleeping in the car again till we can raise more money from hustling at a bar again.
"Don't you worry." Missouri said calmly. She had that look on her face. "Dean's gonna clean up this mess." And there it was. Dean stared at her in disbelief. She had been getting on Dean's case the entire time they knew her. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get the mop." Dean started walking away scowling. It was almost funny, but I didn't feel like laughing right now. "And don't cuss at me!" I grinned anyway, the pounding I my head ebbing away.
After cleaning up the mess they all made in the house, Jenny waved them off. Several hours later, "Please can someone tell me why I'm not asleep?" I asked in the back seat of the impala. I had my legs propped up on the seat and I sipped what was left of my drink from dinner through the straw. It made that sound drinks made when it was almost empty. It was hours past midnight and we were still parked outside Jenny's house. The house was dark and there was no movement from inside.
"That's what I want to know." Dean grumbled. "Sam?" Sam had been the one to insist on the whole stake out business they were currently doing."
"I don't know." Sam said quietly, not taking his eyes off the house. "I just...I still had a bad feeling."
I sat up straighter. "A psychic bad feeling?" I asked. Sam sighed and shook his head in denial.
"We shouldn't even be here." Dean grumbled. "Missouri did her whole Zelda Rubenstein thing," Zelda was the psychic in that movie Poltergeist. "The house should be clean, it should be over."
"When is it ever over?" I grumbled, dropping back to lean against the door.
"I just have to make sure, that's all." Sam said, ever trained on the house still.
"What the problem is I could be sleeping in a bed right now." Dean grumbled, slouching down in his seat. "Probably with a certain blonde dropping on my bed."
My eyes were closed and my head dropping back on the window behind me. "Not my fault you're more comfortable than most of the motel beds out there." Some could be quite hard, and you never know what those sheets had actually seen. Kinda disgusting but what could you do on a hunters salary, AKA: nothing.
"Dean, Chris, look!" Sam exclaimed, already unbuckling his seatbelt. I jolted up startled, eyes seeking whatever he'd seen. Sam was already climbing out when I saw Jenny in her bedroom window screaming, banging on the glass. I trailed just seconds behind Dean and Sam as we raced to the house.
"You each grab a kid, I'll get Jenny!" Dean said. My elder brother didn't hesitate before he kicked the front door open. Then up the stairs we ran, each to one of the three bedrooms. Ritchie was standing in his crib holding the rail, screaming his little head off. His mother's cries were clearly heard from his room.
"Come on Ritch, we're getting out of here." I muttered, scooping him out of the crib. One arm held him under his little bottom and my other hand held his head to my shoulder so he wouldn't bounce. I headed out the room, seeing Dean dragging Jenny out the front door. Down the stairs I went, hearing footsteps as Sam carrying Sari appeared behind me. I got outside, into the cold air. Jenny let out a cry, grabbing Ritchie from me as soon as I reached them by the road.
I felt my blood freeze as Sari came running out screaming, the door slamming shut behind her, without Sam. I hovered over Dean as he stopped Sari, kneeling in front of her. "Sari, where's Sam?"
"He's inside, something got him." Sari cried, tears running down her face.
Seconds later, I stood beside Dean at the back of the Impala. Dean popped the trunk and I yanked out the shotgun. Opening it briefly to consider the amno, quickly cocking it in two fluid motions. I was about to get fighting. Dean grabbed the ax which he then started to use to cut down the door. I held the shotgun tight against my shoulder, standing just behind Dean, getting prepared to shoot at anything that came our way. Dean crawled through the hole he made in the door once it was big enough. I followed through, getting in easier because of my smaller frame. I called for Sam cautiously throughout the dark house, my voice mixing with Dean's as we rounded the corner, me with the shotgun and Dean with the hand gun he kept in the back of his pants. Sam was pinned to the wall, his feet hanging several inches above the floor, looking at a figure on fire standing before him.
"No! Don't!" Sam shouted although he couldn't move his limps before my finger pulled the trigger. I stopped at his scream.
"What, why?" Dean demanded.
"We usually don't leave mysterious figures on fire alive haunting a house, Sammy." I scowled. But then my face dropped in shock and I almost dropped the gun at what happened next.
"Because I know who it is." Sam said. "I can see her now." He had his whole wounded puppy dog look going on, eyes red like he was about to cry. That was when the fire cleared up, revealing the woman in its flames. Mary Winchester nee Campbell. Our mother. Our mother who died in a house fire twenty two years ago. I could see our resemblance clearer now that I wasn't looking at faded photographs. My hair was darker but still blonde, slightly waved like hers as well. Mine was shorter in a ponytail whereas hers was longer hanging around her shoulders. My eyes were green where's hers was brown but the same was the same. I was a little taller than her but we had the same type of figure, our faces, features, near identical. She wore her tattered night gown, the one I could only assume was the one she died in.
"Mom?" Dean whispered softly, slowly lowering his gun.
Mom stepped closer, smiling almost sadly. Here her children were, all grown up, looking so beautiful and strong. It broke her heart she couldn't see them grow up the way she should have. "Dean." She smiled at her eldest. Tears gathered in his eyes. I fell against Dean, barely able to hold myself up. Mom turned to me, "Christina." Usually I hated hearing my first name, it was far to girly for the girl that used to hold boys arms behind they're back and sitting on them wrestling as a child instead of playing with dolls or tea parties. Then mom turned to her youngest. "Sam." I didn't even try to stop the tear that fell. Mom's smile slowly dropped in sorrow, I realized I hated that look. "I'm sorry." I didn't know why she should be sorry, she died while we lived. She had no reason to apologize, and it seemed to be aimed towards Sam the most.
"For what?" Sam asked quietly, not even trying to escape the force pinning him to the wall. None of us could take our eyes off our mother.
Mom would never answer. She slowly turned her back to them and took a few steps, looking at something I couldn't see on the ceiling. In a firm voice that spoke of no arguments, "You get out of my house. And let go of my son." I jumped, feeling almost terrified as mom suddenly burst into flames, flames that disappeared into the ceiling although there was no scorch marks. Sam suddenly fell those several inches holding him up. Even though it was suddenly over, all three of us stayed frozen where we were.
"Now it's over." Sam said quietly. All I could do was dumbly nodded. I wasn't sure what to fell. I saw my mom for all of two seconds before she disappeared from my life again. But at least I had a brief memory of her.
It would be morning before we were finally leaving. "I can't believe this is what you really do for a living." Jenny said. We were walking out the house, having spent the night to make sure it was really dead. And mom seemed to be along with it. The kids were playing in the yard.
I chuckled slightly, nodding. "I guess it's just my life." Hunting was really all I knew.
"Did you do it when we knew each other? You always acted strange when I showed up without calling you first." That was true. Whenever I was doing research or told her I was going to the mall when I would really be at the cemetery...she nearly stumbled across the truth several times.
"Um, not the first time we met." I admitted, tugging a piece of loose hair behind my ear. "But I did start during the time we knew each other."
Jenny stopped when we reached the car where Dean was standing. "I can never thank you, any of you, enough for what you did." Jenny smiled. "You saved me and my kids. But I can at least give you this." Jenny handed me the wooden box she'd been carrying around all morning.
I opened the box, seeing that it was filled with old photos. Pictures of dad, mom, these actually had me in them, little pictures of Sam and Dean beside me. Dean hovered over my shoulder, looking as I hurriedly flipped through them. I would spend more time later on going through them more carefully. It was nice to know at one point, we were all happy. "Thanks for these." Dean muttered, slowly taking the box from my hands. He would put them where they wouldn't get lost along they're travels.
"Don't thank me, they're yours." Jenny said as Dean put them in the trunk. I tensed as always when Jenny pulled me into a hug. When we pulled apart, she asked, "Will I ever see you again?"
I shrugged, "I travel a lot. Maybe I'll come visit if I'm ever passing through Lawrence again."
Jenny smiled broadly, dropping her arms from where she had her hands on my shoulders. "I look forward to it."
Sam joined up by the car with Missouri as Jenny thanked us again. "Don't you three be strangers." Missouri said as we climbed into the car, looking out the open windows.
"We won't." Dean promised.
"See you around Missouri, Jen." I waved from the back seat. And then we drove away.
We would never know that as we left, dad was in Lawrence, Kansas himself. We would never know that Missouri knew and deliberately kept it from us. But we never know so we continued driving on, our unspoken rule to avoid Kansas dissolving.
In town, a certain man named Derek Matthews was packing up his bag from his motel room. It was time for him to move on. As he passed the window, he didn't stop to look out so he never saw the black Impala driving past.
That night, things were happening in Rockford, Illinois; at the closed down deserted Roosevelt Asylum. A police car had just pulled up to the building that looked like it hadn't been used in at least fifty years. Two cops climbed out, walking up to the chain link fence that surrounded the building. "Can't keep kids out of this place." A middle aged black cop grumbled, staring up at the rundown building.
"What is it, anyway?" Asked the second cop, his newer younger white skinned partner. The second cop stared at the building, not knowing what it was except for the faded sign on the wall he could barely read due to age and how dark it was.
"I forgot!" The first cop exclaimed not for the first time since they've met. "You're not a local. You don't know the legend."
"Legend?" The cop asked curious. He had never been interested in legends but he was a cop, it only made sense since that he knew about the new town he moved to a few months ago.
The first cop turned away from the building to his partner. "Every towns got its stories, right. Ours is Roosevelt Asylum. They say it's haunted with the ghosts of the patients. Spend the night, the spirits will drive you insane." After that lovely little lesson on the building, the cops made it inside, looking for the kids that owned the sports car parked outside.
It was only once they went inside the gate and reached the door did they see the broken chain that usually held it shut was cut and left behind in the doorway. "You telling me these kids brought bolt cutters?" The first cop shook his head in disbelief. The two cops went they're separate ways inside and started searching for those kids that had broken in.
The first cop found them pretty easily. The second cop walked into an old wing of the building. And something...something happened to him in there. Because afterwards when he met up with his partner again that night, he had changed. The first cop never noticed on the ride back, the second cop's nose had started to bleed.
After being dropped off at home, the second cop silently returned to his bedroom. The man's blond haired wife was sitting up in bed reading, flipping through a magazine. The cop ignored her, silently placing his keys and gun on the dresser. The woman flipped her book closed, crawling to the edge of the bed. "What, you still not talking to me? How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" The man and his wife had gotten into a severe fight that afternoon, the man having caught his wife kissing someone else, they're neighbor.
That night, neighbors would report hearing two gunshots from the house that the cop and his wife resided in.
Miles away, I was sitting on the edge of our motel bed tugging on my boots. Dean was packing our stuff while Sam was on the phone calling some old hunters they knew for any information on dad. "Caleb hasn't heard from him?" Dean guessed as Sam hung up with a sigh of disappointment.
"I would hope there wasn't news after that little sigh." I said, checking a few spots to make sure my weapons were still on me good.
"Nobody has heard anything." Sam agreed. "What about the journal? Any leads in there?" Dean closed up the journal he had been flipping through all morning.
"No, same as last time I looked." Dean said grumpily. Even I'd flipped through it last night and couldn't find anything. "Nothing I can make out," ain't that the truth. "I love the guy but I swear, he writes like friggen Yoda." Yoda, as in that guy from the Star Wars series.
As I was yanking my hair into a ponytail, I said, "The lengths a guy would go through to stay hidden."
"Maybe we should just call the Feds." Sam suggested, plopping down on the bed next to me. "File a missing person's?" Like they could find him, the police didn't know anything about our lives, we'd sooner get arrested than helped.
"We've talked about this." Dean said, sounding annoyed as the suggestion. "Dad'll be pissed if we put the Feds on his tail."
"Like I care if he gets prissy." I grumbled, buttoning up a few at the bottom of the plaid shirt I wore over my tank top and over my jacket. Why would I care if I piss off the guy that abandoned me.
Dean grumbled under his breath, searching for his cell phone that had started ringing. "You know, he could be dead for all we know." Sam said scowling.
"We could be dead for all he knows." I shot back, throwing my duffle over my shoulder, zipping it up fully.
"Don't say that!" Dean snapped, furiously searching through his bag still trying to find his phone. "He's not dead! He..." Dean stopped to stutter a little.
"He's what?" Sam shouted, clearly feeling the frustration welling up inside him. "He's hiding?" I looked away. "He's busy?"
"No surprise there." I grumbled. "Being to busy for his kids."
Dean finally found his cell phone and flipped it open. He stared at the screen. "Huh, I don't believe it."
That got my attention but he said nothing else. "Hey Dean-o, wanna share with the class?"
Dean slowly put his bag down on the bed. "It's uh, it's a text message. It's coordinates." I raised an eyebrow knowing only dad would do something like sending coordinates. How many people did we know that used the military style of sending information.
Several minutes later, we still hadn't left like we planned. I was sitting at the table sharpening one of my knifes as Dean typed away on his computer beside me, looking up those coordinates. Sam was in denial about the whole thing and I just didn't care. "You think dad was texting us?" Sam scoffed, standing above us.
"He's given us coordinates before." Dean said, pulling up an online map.
"Yeah, on paper. Never by phone." I commented, carefully feeling the tip of my knife.
"Besides, let's not forget the man can barely work a toaster!" Sam exclaimed loudly. I agreed it was odd. Why not contact us at all for months only to send a text for whatever reason.
"This is good news." Dean said firmly. "It means he's okay, or alive at least."
"I saw your phone Dean." I said, holding it up where the text was. "An unknown number could be from anyone."
Sam loomed over Dean and I put my knife down. All three of us were looking over the computer screen. "So where do the coordinates point?"
"That's the interesting part." Dean said, pointing it out. "Rockford, Illinois."
I glanced over confused. "Sounds like any other place in the world. Why is this one so interesting?"
"I checked the local Rockford paper." Dean explained. That was something we always did when checking out a new town or looking for a hunt. "Take a look at this." He pulled up a picture of some cop. "This cop, Walter Kelly, comes home from his shift, shoots his wife, then puts the gun in his mouth and blows his brains out." Yeah, I could understand that being weird but it did happen so that didn't necessarily mean it was supernatural. "And earlier that night, Kelly and his partner responded to a call at the Roosevelt Asylum."
I shivered. "Asylum, that's never a good sign." Creepy old abandoned buildings were a given in this gig. Asylums were just creepy because of how huge they were, filled with what seemed like endless tunnels.
"What does this have to do with us?" Sam asked.
Dean held up the journal beside him. "Dad earmarked the same asylum in the journal." He hurriedly flipped through several pages before stopping on one win a newspaper clipping on it. "Seven unconfirmed sightings, two deaths, till last weak at least. I think this is where he wants us to go." Dean looked up hopefully.
"Right, of course he does." I dropped my chin in my hand.
Sam snorted in disgust. "This is a job, dad wants us to work a job."
"Well maybe we'll meet up with him?" Dean suggested. He looked hopeful, smiling a little.
"Only you're hopeful." I muttered. I bit my nail lightly with a scowl on my face
"He could just be sending us there by ourselves to hunt this thing!" Sam argued back.
"Who cares!" Dean shouted, angrily standing up. "If he wants us there, it's good enough for me!"
I stood up as well, slamming my hands on the table. "Don't expect me to go running every time he finally decides to call!"
"Come on Dean, does this not strike you as weird?" Sam demanded, throwing his hands as he spoke. "The texting? The coordinates?"
"Stop it, both of you!" Dean snapped. Looking back and forth he said in a tone and voice that left no arguments. "Dad's telling us to go somewhere, we're going." Then he turned his back to them and continued packing. All Sam and I could do was share a bitch face.
And then we left the motel, heading to Roosevelt Asylum in the impala.