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Episode: Hookman
"Dean, it's your turn," I said, pushing the kids menu at our table from an outside café that we were using for a game of tic tac toe. We took a pit stop here while we searched for a new job and I was getting bored. I swear I'm an adult. I promise.
Sam walked back to our table after getting off the phone with random people that might know Dad's whereabouts.
"Your, uh, half-caf, double vanilla latte is gettin' cold over here, Francis," Dean said emotionlessly. I smirked at Sam and his girly drink, taking a sip of my own plain black coffee.
"Bite me," Sam sat down next to me.
"So, anything?" Dean asked.
"I had 'em 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, I'm tellin' ya, I don't think Dad wants to be found," Dean said. Sam looked down disappointed. "Check this out." Dean turned the computer he was previously typing on around for Sam and I to look at. It was an article about a frat boy's death. "It's a news item out of Planes Courier. Ankeny, Iowa. It's only about a hundred miles from here."
Sam read from the article, ""The mutilated body was found near the victim's car, parked on 9 Mile Road.""
"Keep reading," Dean said.
""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."
"Or it could be nothing at all. One freaked out witness who didn't see anything? Doesn't mean it's the Invisible Man."
"It would be pretty cool if it was," I said, marking my third X in our tic tac toe game, making a straight diagonal line and winning the game. "Ha! I won."
"Dad would check it out," Dean used the Dad card, leaving Sam no other excuse to turn it down.
Dean pulled up to a frat house in the middle of collegeville. This was where our victim, Rich, lived. Many of the guys are outside working on their cars or throwing a football around. Many of them weren't wearing a shirt, and I was enjoying the view.
"Wipe away the drool Allie and lets go," Dean said, catching me staring out the window.
I smiled to myself, feeling grateful that this case came along. I mean…it sucks for Rich but…
"One more time, why are we here?" Sam asked as we stepped out of the car.
"Victim lived here," Dean answered. We walked up to the one guy who was working under the hood of his car. His T-shirt was clinging to his sweat doused skin. His hair was slicked back and some excess oil was smeared across his cheeks. "Nice wheels," Dean complimented the guy. He looked between my brothers and then his eyes landed on me. He stood up straighter and wiped his hands with a towel. "We're your fraternity brothers from Ohio." Dean pointed to me. "She's in the sorority. We're new in town. Transfers. Looking for a place to stay."
I glanced at Dean. That was the best he could do?
"I'll show you around," He tossed the towel over his shoulder and shut the hood of his car. He walked ahead of us towards the house but I caught him looking back at me a couple of times. "I'm Liam by the way. I'm one of the presidents of the fraternity. Social Chair actually. What were your names again?"
"I'm Allie and they're my brothers, Sam and Dean," I answered.
"I like that name, Allie," Liam turned around and sent me a toothy grin. I felt my fingertips tingle with excitement. "You said you were in our sister sorority?" He asked. I nodded. "Good. They need something new and exciting over there."
One of the boys groaned behind me. I snapped my arm backwards and hit the one that was closest to me. I think it was Sam.
"It wasn't even me," He whispered/groaned.
"This will be your room," Liam said to Sam and Dean. "I'll leave you guys here. I'll see you around, Allie."
"Bye," I smiled at him as he walked away.
"Could you be more obvious?" Dean looked down at me, frowning.
"Its called being interested and I learned from the best," I patted his chest and walked past his incredulous look and into his new room.
I wasn't expecting for there to be a blue man standing in the middle of the room. He was painting himself in front of the mirror.
"Who are you?" The boy asked.
"We're your new roomates," Dean smiled and walked closer to the boy.
"Her too?" He pointed at me excitedly.
"No," Sam and Dean said at the same time with narrowed eyes. I pursed my lips and looked down at my shoes embarrassed by the overprotectiveness.
"Oh," He said disappointedly. The guy held out the brush and paint can out to Dean. "Do me a favor? Get my back. Big game today."
Dean pointed to Sam, "He's the artist. Things he can do with a brush." Sam glanced over at Dean, pissed that Dean offered his services, but reluctantly took the brush and can. Dean sat on a nearby chair, smirking to himself. "So Murph. Is it true?"
"What?" The guy glanced behind him.
"We heard one of the guys around here got killed last week."
Murph's facial expression turned sad, "Yeah."
"What happened?" Sam asked.
"They're saying some psycho with a knife. Maybe a drifter passing through. Rich was a good guy."
"Rich he was with somebody?" Sam asked.
"Not just somebody. Lori Sorensen," Murph looked at us as if that was supposed to impress us.
"Who's Lori Sorensen?" I asked.
Dean pointed to Murph's back and spoke to Sam, "You missed a spot. Just down there and on the back." Sam sent him an annoyed look.
"Lori's a freshman. She's a local. Super hot. And get this: she's a reverend's daughter."
"You wouldn't happen to know which church, would ya?"
The three of us walked in to the church, not realizing we were walking into the middle of a funeral for Rich. The door slammed behind us, gaining every single person's attention. The mass paused for a couple of seconds to look at the outsiders who walked in at a bad time. After a couple seconds of silence, the reverend continued his sermon and the three of us took a seat in the back pew.
"The loss of a young person is particularly tragic. A life unlived is the saddest of passings," The reverend said. I couldn't help but notice the girl from the front pew looking back at us, particularly looking back at Sam. "So, please, let us pray. For peace, for guidance, and for the power to protect our children."
Sam and I bow our heads like the rest of the congregation. Dean didn't get the memo so Sam had to elbow him in his side. Dean noticed and bowed his head too.
After mass, my brothers and I walked out of the church building and approached the woman who was staring at Sam when we first walked in.
"Are you Lori?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," Lori nodded. She glanced at the three of us.
"My name is Sam. This is my brother, Dean and my sister, Allie." Sam introduced us. Dean and I waved. "We just transferred here to the university. Allie's actually moving into the sorority house today."
"I saw you inside," Lori said.
"We don't wanna bother you. We just heard about what happened and…"
"We wanted to say how sorry we were," Dean said.
"I kind of know what you're going through. I-I saw someone…get hurt once. It's something you don't forget." Sam said. Dean and I passed a secret glance at each other after he brought up Jess.
The reverend walked up behind Lori and smiled at the three of us. Lori introduced us, "Dad, um, this is Sam, Dean, and Allie. They're new students."
Dean shook his head, "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. I must say, that was an inspiring sermon."
The reverend smiled, "Thank you very much. It's so nice to find young people who are open to the Lord's message."
"Listen, uh, we're new in town, actually," Dean discreetly walked Reverend Sorensen away, leaving Sam and I alone with Lori.
"Tell me, Lori. What are the police saying?" Sam asked.
"Well, they don't have a lot to go on. I think they blame me for that."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"My story," She shook her head. "I was so scared, I guess I was seeing things."
"That doesn't mean it wasn't real." Sam said.
They two of them stared at each other for a couple of seconds. I felt like I had to take a step back so the two of them could have their moment—like I was a third wheel! However, she swooned under Sam's gaze and explained her side of the story.
"So do you believe her?" Dean asked after Sam explained to him everything that Lori told us. We were in the library getting ready to do even more research—the one thing I hated most about this job.
"I do," Sam said.
"Yeah, I think she's hot, too," Dean added his unnecessary comment.
"No, man, there's something in her eyes. And listen to this: she heard scratching on the roof. Found the bloody body suspended upside down over the car."
"Wait, the body suspended? That sounds like the—"
"The Hook Man legend," I smiled. The Hook Man legend was huge and no hunter has ever really come across it. So if this truly was the Hook Man legend, we would be legendary!
Dean nodded, "That's one of the most famous urban legends ever. You don't think that we're dealing with the Hook Man."
"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?"
"Well, maybe the Hook Man isn't a man at all. What if it's some kind of spirit?"
The three of us sat at a big rectangular table as a librarian brought us out a big box filled with old police records. All of our eyes went big at the giant box, not prepared to tackle on hours of research.
"Here you go," The librarian said. "Arrest records going back to 1851." Dean blew some dust off the box and into my face. I coughed.
"Thanks," Dean said, smirking at me.
"Ok," The librarian walked away.
"So, this is how you spend four good years of your life, huh?" Dean asked Sam.
"Welcome to higher education," Sam smirked, passing each of us a folder to start on.
After a couple of hours, I felt my eyes drooping shut and my brain slowly shutting off. My hand was cramping around my pen and I wanted nothing but to go to sleep.
"Hey, check this out." Sam pulled me out of my daze. "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.""
Dean pulled out another page, "Get this, the murder weapon? Looks like the preacher lost his hand in an accident. Had it replaced with a silver hook."
I leaned across Dean and pointed to another piece of paper, "Look where all this happened."
"9 Mile Road," Dean read.
"Same place where the frat boy was killed," Sam said.
Dean nodded impressed, "Nice job, Dr. Venkmen. Let's check it out." We gathered all of our stuff when Dean put hand on my shoulder. "Not you."
"What do you mean not you?" I asked, slightly offended.
"We need you to stay at the sorority house tonight," Dean said. I gagged in disgust. "We need someone to keep an eye on Lori, make sure she's not a part in this in anyway." I looked to Sam for backup, but he didn't do anything other than shrug his shoulders.
"Oh come on!"
"It's just a night," Sam said as if that should make me feel any better.
I sighed and my shoulders slumped in defeat. There was no way out of this one.
Lori's friend Taylor showed me around the house—or should I say mansion. Twenty-two girls lived here and each had a roommate. However, I get my own room because the girl who would have been my roommate was on vacation to the Bahamas. I never get that lucky!
"We're so excited to have you here!" Taylor all but squealed and grabbed my shoulders. She introduced me to some of the other girls in the kitchen who were passing around a bottle of tequila and a plate of limes.
Lori walked into the house, almost silencing the group of tipsy women, but after she offered everyone a smile, everyone went back to passing the bottle and asking me a bunch of questions.
"Hi Lori," I smiled at her politely.
"Hi Allie," She smiled back at me and took a seat next to Taylor who is also her roommate.
"You were at the service this morning, weren't you?" One of the blondes asked after making a sour face from her tequila shot. "You were with those two guys."
"Oh my god, you're right!" Another one jumped into conversation. She was a readhead. "Who were they? They were so hot!"
"Oh," I playfully rolled my eyes but I was actually bummed to be talking about how attractive my brothers were. I swear every female friend I make brings up my brothers' looks at least a hundred times. "They're my brothers."
"So cute!" Taylor piped up. "Lori was checking out the one with the longer hair."
"That's Sam," I said, glancing at a blushing Lori. "We're twins actually."
"You better do something about that quickly Lori," Taylor smirked at her roommate. "Because if you don't, I will." She downed another shot and passed me the bottle. "Do you like tequila?"
"Oh, yes," I said, taking the bottle and pouring myself a much deserved shot.
Lori refused to make eye contact with anyone.
That night I walked to my room with a spinning head and a cup of water on my bedside table. It was late and I stayed up later than the rest of the girls, but I couldn't go to sleep. I looked around the house with an EMF reader—nothing showed up. I checked every nook and crannie for sulfur—but there was none. Then I drank the rest of the tequila bottle, but I was prepared to blame that one Carol, she seemed to be the sorority girl drunk.
I was about to shut my eyes and fall into a deep drunken sleep, when a piercing scream came from down the hall. I no longer felt tired and I no longer felt drunk. My hunting senses kicked in and I ran into Lori and Taylor's room with no weapon in hand, which wasn't smart, but I was still kind of out of it.
Lori was the one who screamed. Her back was pressed up against the wall as she held her hands over her mouth as if that were to stop her from screaming. It wasn't working. Her roommate, Taylor, was sprawled on her bed. Her neck was slit and blood was everywhere. The wall next to her bed was scratched up with the sentence, "Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?" That was from the Hook Man lore.
The rest of the house piled into the room and started screaming and crying at the sight in front of them.
"Okay, everybody calm down! Someone call 911," I demanded. "Everyone else go downstairs or something." I turned to Lori and knelt beside her so we were eye to eye. "Lori, did you see anything? Please, this is important."
"No," She shook her head. "I just woke up and—and—"
"Okay, okay," I shushed her and started dialing Dean's number.
When he answered, there were sirens in the background, no doubt making its way to the house. I should probably consider putting pants on. "Please tell me those aren't going to your house," Dean said, indicating to the blaring police cars and ambulance.
"I can't," I sighed. "Where are you guys?"
"Uh, just getting out of jail."
I raised an eyebrow, "Jail?"
"It's a long story," Dean dismissed it. I let it go. Going to jail in this profession was quite common. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, glancing one more time at Taylor. "Lori's fine too. I'll see you in a bit." I hung up the phone and helped Lori downstairs once I started hearing people stampede up the steps.
I helped her outside where she was immediately asked a million questions. An EMT took her to the ambulance to do a quick check up since she was in the same room as the murdered victim. I answered the couple of questions the police had for me, but they didn't find that much interest in me.
"Hey, Allie!"
I turned around and saw Liam jogging past the caution tape. The police just glanced at him—not even stopping him.
"How'd you get in here?" I asked, suddenly feeling uncomfortable in just my tank top and pajama shorts. Usually I didn't get embarrassed in my clothing—no matter how little.
"My dad is a cop," Liam quickly explained. "I heard what happened? Are you okay? I got here as soon as I heard."
I nodded, "Yeah, I'm okay. Lori's pretty shaken up though. The cops are beginning to think she did it."
"It's a pretty suspicious pattern," Liam said, skeptical about her as well, but he wasn't quick to judge, which I liked. I shivered when a gust of wind blew. Liam noticed and instantly started shrugging off his jacket, "You must be freezing. Here, take this."
"Oh no, I can't," I shook my head as he was wrapping the jacket around my shoulders. "Seriously."
He smirked, "Take it. Plus, it gives me another excuse to see you so you can give it back to me."
"Who says I'm gonna give it back?" I asked teasingly.
He smiled. "This is probably not the place to ask, but my frat is throwing a party tomorrow night since it's Saturday. You should come and maybe try and forget about what happened here tonight."
"Yeah, this is probably not the best place for a rager invite," I agreed, "But I accept the invitation anyway."
"Great," He smiled.
Behind him, my eyes caught glimpse of the Chevy Impala rolling down the street slowly. I made eye contact with both Sam and Dean, who were checking out the crime scene around me, yet still managing to send me disapproving looks on either my outfit or Liam. I'm gonna bet it was for both reasons. I looked behind me and saw Lori had seen them too.
"Liam!" One of the officers on the side called him.
He sighed, "I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow!"
"Okay, bye," I waved and took a deep breath. Damn, he was cute.
I walked back to Lori. Her dad was outside the caution tape, yelling at one of the officers to let her go home with him.
"How are you feeling?" I asked her before her father got through to the officer.
"How do you think?" She replied. She wrapped the EMT's blanket tighter around her shoulders and stuffed her face in between her knees. "This looks so bad."
"We'll get everything figured out, okay?" I said to her. I felt like such a grownup I wanted to gag.
"Listen to me. Arrest her now, or let me take her home," Her father said. I glanced over at them. The police officer thought about it for a second before letting him through.
"Make sure she's available for questioning," The officer said.
The Reverend barely looked at me as he escorted Lori away. I stuck my tongue at the back of his head like a ten-year-old and made my way back into the house.
I walked upstairs and hid in one of the open rooms when a cop walked past me and down the stairs. I snuck into Lori and Taylor's room. There was movement and hushed whispers coming from the walk in closet. I stopped, leaning back on my right foot and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Be quiet," One of them hissed.
"You be quiet!"
"You be quiet!"
Children.
Sam and Dean walked out of the closet, stopping in their steps when they saw me waiting.
"Seriously. Can you be any louder?" I said to both of them.
"Where's your boyfriend?" Dean retorted. His voice was laced with disgust as he pushed past me.
"And your clothes," Sam added, looking me up and down with a cringed face. Wow, when did I become to victim here?
"Shut up," I said to both of them. "Since I wasn't exactly prepared for move in day, Claudia let me borrow her pajamas and Liam's not my boyfriend. He was just being nice." I pulled the jacket tighter around me, thinking about him.
"I don't like him," Dean said.
"Shocker," I replied.
Sam stood in front of me and read the carving on the wall, ""Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?" That's right out of the legend."
"Yeah, that's classic Hook Man all right," Dean tapped his nose, "It's definitely a spirit."
"Yeah, I've never smelled ozone this strong before," Sam said. "Hey, come here." Dean and I walked next to him. He pointed to a cross symbol beneath the creepy writing. "Does that look familiar to you?"
I gathered all my stuff from my room and met Sam and Dean back at the car parked behind the house. They were looking at pictures from the research we did yesterday. Sam pointed to the cross symbol.
"It's the same symbol. Seems like it is the spirit of Jacob Karns."
"All right, let's find the dude's grave, salt and burn the bones, and put him down." Dean said.
Sam read from the paper, ""After execution, Jacob Karns was laid to rest in an Old North Cemetery. In an unmarked grave.""
"Super," Dean rolled his eyes annoyed. That was just going to make it harder for us.
"Ok. So we know it's Jacob Karns. But we still don't know where he'll manifest next. Or why."
"I'll take a wild guess about why. I think your little friend Lori has something to do with this."
I smiled at the two of them, leaning into their seats. "I know where to find her tomorrow night."
My brothers looked at me skeptically and glanced back at each other nervously. I smiled mischievously.
Booze, drunk people, little to the imagination when it came to girls' clothing, loud music and horny boys was all you needed to throw a banging party at college. The frat house was so packed it was hard to move. The lights were turned off, but there were strobe lights dancing on the walls. Every single person had a cup in their hand and a smile on their face.
I told Sam and Dean to meet me at this address where I thought Lori would be. She was probably around her somewhere if she was able to get out of her father's grip. The guy was strict, and I know strict. Trust me.
"Oh my god Allie! You're like a beer pong prodigy!" One of the guys from the frat house smiled at me with his arms wrapped around my shoulders in a friendly embrace. I was playing on Liam's team, and not to brag, but I was totally carrying the team. "Liam, you suck compared to her."
"Shut up," Liam smiled at his friend. He tossed his ping pong ball at the lonely last cup on the other end of the table. It hit the rim and bounced off the table. The crowd we managed to gather groaned in disappointment. Liam wrapped his arm around my waist after his friend let me go. "Your turn, Allie."
I dunked my ping pong ball in the cup in front of me for a better grip. The tension was high. If I didn't get this in, the other team had a good chance at winning the game. They were also beer pong prodigies and were apparently undefeated. I tossed my ball into the air. The ball lands in the red solo cup with a ker-plunk! Everyone around me cheered loudly, jumping up and down as if there school had just won the football championships.
Liam wrapped his arms around my waist and twirled me around in a circle. I wrapped my arms around his neck and giggled giddily. He set me down and pressed my back up against the wall. We stared at each other, catching our breaths. He crashed his lips on mine and I let him. We moved in sync with each other as if trying to grab onto this hungry, longing feeling I've been missing for too long.
We pulled apart and smiled at each other. If I wasn't living in a stingy motel at the moment, I probably would have asked him to come back with me. But then I also remembered I was supposed to be here doing a job.
"Hey Liam," One of his friends walked over to us and tapped Liam on the shoulder. "We need your help bringing in the third keg."
Liam bit his lip looking disappointed. "Duty calls."
"I'll see you around Mr. President," I smirked, leaning back into the wall. He smiled at me and walked away with his friends, all of which were jumping on his back and high fiving him for hooking up with me.
"Allie!" One of the girls from the sorority house approached me. She was stumbling on her feet from too much alcohol. "Your brothers are here, and they're looking for you." She giggled. "And they're hot."
"Yes Claudia, you said that yesterday," I smiled at her, walking past her and to Sam and Dean.
Sam looked rather uncomfortable and Dean looked like he was a five year old at the zoo for the first time in his life.
"What's wrong Sammy? Never seen this side of college?" I asked, patting him on the back, getting his and Dean's attention. Sam shook his head sheepishly. "Wait, seriously?"
"This wasn't really my experience." He said.
"Let me guess. Libraries, studying, straight A's?" Dean looked at him. Sam nodded. Dean shook his head, "What a geek. Alright, you do your homework?"
"Yeah. It was bugging me, right? So how is the Hook Man tied up with Lori? So I think I came up with something." Sam unraveled a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Dean.
"1932. Clergyman arrested for murder. 1967. Seminarian held in hippie rampage." Dean read.
"There's a pattern here. 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—get this—with a sharp instrument."
"So what's the connection to Lori?" I asked.
"A man of religion? Who openly preaches against immorality?" Sam spelled it out for us. He was talking about her dad. "Except maybe this time, instead of saving the whole town, he's just trying to save his only daughter."
"Reverend Sorensen." Dean nodded. "You think he's summoning the spirit?"
"Maybe. Or, you know how a poltergeist can haunt a person instead of a place?"
"Yeah, the spirit latches onto the reverend's repressed emotions, feeds off them, yeah, okay."
"Without the reverend ever even knowing it." Sam said.
"Either way, you should keep an eye on Lori tonight," Dean said.
Sam nodded, "What about you?"
"I'm gonna go see if I can find that unmarked grave," Dean said. He looked at the blonde checking him out by the pool table. Freaking Claudia. Dean was so disappointed that he had to go.
"I'll go with you," I said, getting Dean's attention.
"Really?" Dean looked at me suspiciously. "I hear you're the beer pong queen around here."
Good thing it was dark in here or else he would've noticed the blush creeping on my cheeks.
I shrugged, "Eh, getting drunk at an underaged party suddenly becomes underwhelming when you're drinking legally."
"Fair enough," Dean nodded. "Let's go."
Dean and I walked along the graveyard shining our flashlights on every headstone. Most of them had names and those that didn't also didn't have the cross symbol we were looking for. Being out here alone in the dark got my anxiety building up inside me. I always felt as if I'm being watched by something or someone. I know it's just me being paranoid but I can't help this weird feeling I get every time it's dark outside and I'm alone.
"Hey Dean," I asked. I stopped in front of a Lou Franz's grave and kept walking. Poor Lou. Dean hummed in response to tell me he was listening. "Do you ever get this weird feeling that we're being watched?"
Dean gave me a funny look, "What do you mean?"
I shrugged, "I don't know. I just get this creepy feeling around this time of night." I looked over at him and saw that he didn't feel the same way. He looked confused at my question. "Never mind forget I said anything."
"I'm sure it's nothing," Dean said, walking a little ahead of me. "You were raised to always watch your back. You know what's out there. It's probably just the stress of the job."
"Yeah, you're probably right," I said unconvinced. I stopped in front of another headstone and saw the familiar symbol in the corner of the silver stone. "Here we go."
Dean walked over to me to inspect the headstone himself. He sighed and opened up his duffel bag and handed me a shovel. We both began digging. This is the part where I was usually grateful for Sam being back with us. I never had to do the digging. I usually just held the flashlight and kept a conversation going.
When we hit the coffin, we broke through it and hopped out of the hole we created. Dean rummaged through his duffel again and brought out the salt and matches. I poured the salt over the decomposed body while Dean lit the match.
"Goodbye, preacher," Dean said as the body lit up in flames.
We stuck around until the flames died down. We didn't bother pouring the dirt back into the hole. We were tired and ready to hit the hay.
My phone rang as we approached the car. It was Sam.
"Hey brother," I answered, tossing Dean's duffel bag in the trunk has he started the car. I hopped into the front seat. "Where are you? Dean and I will pick you up."
Sam breathed heavily into the phone, "I'm at the hospital," He said. Dean was looking at me, waiting for me to give him an answer as to what was happening right now. My eyes went wide, not expecting that answer.
"What do you mean you're at the hospital?" I asked. Dean heard this and veered out of the cemetery and on to the main road.
"The Hook Man," Sam said. My eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. That problem should have been finished with. "It got Lori's dad."
"Okay, just hang in there. We're on our way," I said.
"Okay," Sam hung up.
When we got to the hospital, Dean and I raced to the floor Sam told us he was on. When we got there, two police officers were blocking our way out of protection for the Reverend. No matter how much Dean tried sweet talking them, they wouldn't move. Even when I tried, they were stubborn and didn't budge. Literally. When Sam's head popped out from the Reverend's room, Dean immediately pointed to him.
"We're with him," Dean said. "He's our brother." He waved to Sam. "Hey! Brother!"
The sheriff next to Sam waved us over, "Let them through."
"Thanks," Dean said as we passed the other officers. "You okay?" He asked Sam.
"Yeah," Sam said.
"What the hell happened?"
"Hook Man," Sam replied bluntly.
"You saw him?" I asked.
"Damn right. Why didn't you torch the bones?" He asked with a rather accusing tone.
"What are you talking about? I did," Dean said.
"Yeah, Sam, don't be so quick to judge," I crossed my arms over my chest.
"You sure it's the spirit of Jacob Karns?" Dean asked.
Sam shrugged, "It sure as hell looked like him. And that's not all. I don't think the spirit is latching on to the reverend."
"Well, yeah, the guy wouldn't send the Hook Man after himself."
"I think it's latching onto Lori." Sam said. "Last night she found out her father is having an affair with a married woman."
"So?" I 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."
Dean nodded, "Ok, so she's conflicted. And the spirit of Preacher Karns is latching on to repress the emotions and maybe he's doing the punishing for her, huh?"
"Right. Rich comes on too strong, Taylor tries to make her into a party girl, Dad has an affair."
"Taylor also mentioned trying to hook up with you the night she died," I said, pointing to Sam. Sam and Dean looked at me funny—Dean slightly butt hurt that Taylor chose Sam over him. "Taylor said that if Lori didn't act fast enough, she would. I think Lori has a crush on you and she looked pretty pissed off at Taylor for saying that."
Dean scoffed, "Remind me not to piss this girl off. But we burned those bones, I buried them in salt, why didn't that stop him?"
"You must have missed something," Sam said.
"No," Dean shook his head. "I burned everything in that coffin."
"Did you get the hook?" Sam asked.
"The hook?"
"Well, it was the murder weapon, and in a way, it was part of him," He explained.
I nodded slowly understanding, "So, like the bones, the hook is a source of his power."
"So we if we find the hook…" Sam trailed off.
"We stop the Hook Man," Dean finished, smiling.
We went back to the library to do more research on this hook. Like before, the library was basically empty, which kind of bummed me out because I was hoping to run into Liam here. I guess frat boys aren't ones for doing their homework.
Dean pulled out a piece of paper and showed it to Sam and I. "Here's something, I think. Log book, Iowa State Penitentiary." He read from it, "Karns, Jacob. Personal affects: disposition thereof.""
"Does it mention the hook?" I asked.
"Yeah, maybe," Deans said. He read more into it, ""Upon execution, all earthly items shall be remanded to the prisoner's house of worship, St. Barnabas Church.""
"Isn't that where Lori's father preaches?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," Dean nodded.
"Where Lori lives?"
"Maybe that's why the Hook Man has been haunting reverends and reverends' daughters for the past 200 years."
"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?"
"Check the church records," Dean pointed.
Sam pulled it out and read over it for a couple of minutes, "St. Barnabas donations, 1862. Received silver-handled hook from state penitentiary. Reforged." He sighed, "They melted it down. Made it into something else."
I slumped back in my seat and closed my eyes, letting a breathy sigh escape my lips. This hunt was just getting more and more frustrating. Why couldn't anything be easy for us?
It was late when we left the library for St. Barnabas Church. It was the same church we went to for Rich's memorial service. Lori lived right next to the church. Since we had no idea what the hook was burned into, we decided to go on a rampage and burn everything in the vicinity that was silver. Not the most tamed plan in the world, but that's what us Winchesters were known for. Being wild.
"Alright, we can't take any chances," Dean said, getting out of the car. "Anything silver goes in the fire."
"I agree," Sam said. "So, Lori's still at the hospital. We'll have to break in."
"Alright, take your pick," Dean said.
"I'll take the house," Sam said.
"Okay," Dean nodded. Sam started walking to the house when Dean called out to him, "Hey." Sam turned around. "Stay out of her underwear drawer."
I slapped Dean on the shoulder and pulled him with me to the church so he didn't have to be on the receiving end of Sam's famous bitch face.
Dean and I split up and walked all over the church, grabbing anything and everything that looked silver. We scavenged through the offices, the basement where Dean started the fire, and even the attic. We definitely had a couple years in hell waiting for us at the end of our life, but we were doing it for a good cause.
I walked downstairs with a handful of silver and tossed it in the fire. A couple of minutes later, Sam was down here tossing Lori's possessions in the flames.
"I got everything that even looked silver," He said.
"Better safe than sorry," Dean said. We stopped moving when we heard footsteps coming from upstairs. The three of us pull our guns out from our jeans. "Move, move." Dean waved at us. Sam led us upstairs.
We walked into the lobby that looked into the main part of the church. In one of the pews was Lori sitting with her head down and her hands folded. After sighing in relief, we put our weapons away and motioned for Sam to talk to her. Dean and I went back downstairs.
"I wonder if Sam's going to make his move," Dean said, tossing a couple of more items into the fire.
I shook my head, "No way. He's not ready."
"He's gotta move on at some point, Allie."
"Yeah, I agree, but it's too soon. I mean, he's still making comments about watching Jess die and he's still having nightmares about her. It's only been a couple of months. Give him some time."
Dean sighed, "I'm worried about him, Al. He's keeping something from us. I know he is." He paused to look at me. "He hasn't said anything to you, has he?"
I shook my head, "No, but I bet it has to do with that secret he was keeping when he went up against Bloody Mary."
I was worried for Sam. There was something that he wasn't telling us that was sure going to lead him down a path of wild destruction. I wish he would tell Dean or I so that we could help him out. That's what we were here for.
Dean and I paused when we heard a loud screeching coming from upstairs as if someone was moving heavy furniture on hardwood floors. It didn't take long for our protective instincts to kick in and we were running up the stairs. That's when we heard doors being slammed and glass breaking. Above all of that was a loud pitch scream coming from Lori.
Sam and Lori were in a side room of the church that was used as a mini library. Sam was helping Lori off the floor, but he was clutching his shoulder and wincing with every move. Dean and I ran to him.
The Hook Man appeared behind Sam, raising it's hooked hand to take another swing at him.
"Sam, drop!" Dean shouted. Sam instantly followed his command and crouched down. The Hook Man disappeared in a pile of dust after being struck by Dean's bullet.
"I thought we got all the silver," Sam said as we approached him.
"So did I," Dean said.
"Then why is he still here?"
"Maybe we missed something," I said. It was the only logical explanation.
We looked around for more silver in sight, but to me, it looked like we cleaned this whole place out of it.
"Lori, where did you get that chain?" Sam asked. I looked down to see him staring at her necklace. It was silver.
"My father gave it to me," She answered, shaking.
"Where'd your dad get it?" Dean asked.
"He said it was a church heirloom, he gave it to me when I started school."
This conversation was getting too long. We didn't have much time. "Is it silver?" I screamed at her.
"Yes!" She yelled, terrified at this point.
I ripped the chain off her neck at the same time the Hook Man reappeared. Dean shot at it a couple of times as I sprinted downstairs with the necklace.
I threw the chain in the fire and watched it slowly melt. Time seemed to slow down as I watched the silver melt and listened to the chaos going on upstairs. I bounced on the balls of my feet anxiously. When the chain was nothing but silver liquid, the commotion upstairs seemed to cease. A smile pulled on my lips as I looked into the fire. Finally.
We called the cops who weren't too pleased to Sam and Dean involved in another crime scene. Dean promised him that we were leaving town immediately. Dean and I waited in the car for Sam to say goodbye Lori.
I sat in the back seat, watching Dean spy on Sam through the rearview mirror, as if expecting them to kiss or something.
"He's just saying goodbye, you know," I smirked.
Dean glanced at me. "I know." I knew he only meant well for Sam. I think moving on would be good for Sam too, but right now it was too soon. "Don't you want to go say goodbye to your boyfriend?"
I smiled, looking out the window, thinking about Liam and the kiss we shared at the party. He was a nice distraction, but unfortunately that's all he was and I'm sure that's all I was to him too.
"Nah," I shook my head. "I like where we left things."
Dean looked out his own window making a disgusted face. "Gross." Sam walked back to the car and hopped into the passenger seat. Dean looked at him for a couple of seconds, figuring he should try one more time for Sam to do something about Lori. "We could stay."
Sam shook his head and kept his stare out the front window. Dean and I made eye contact in the rearview mirror and decided not to push it. So we drove away, leaving Lori and her town behind us.