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Chapter 19: Adventures Part 3
We were inside Frank's barn that contained his trailer. Frank opened the door.
"Got the equipment arranged. Come and get your costume on. We can scoot. Kaylee you're monitoring the monitors."
"Oh come on-"
"No exceptions," he said, pointing at me. I frowned. Fine.
"I concur." Dean said. "Costume. What?"
"What the hell's so special about this place?" Dean asked.
"I love a mystery. Now get up in that cherry picker and act like you're fixing something," Frank ordered Dean.
"I don't know how to drive that thing," Dean said.
"You think I do?" Frank asked, giving him a look.
"Well, why do I got to be the sap that-" Dean was cut off.
"This one says "manager". That one says "technician" Sometime this month?"
"Come on. Yeah! Whoo!" Dean said as he climbed up the cherry picker. He clipped on a carabiner from his safety harness onto the cherry picker and put it in motion. "Okay….ahhh…moving, Aah."
"Oh, crap. Come on down Tarzan!" Frank cried as he spotted several surveillance cameras.
"Seriously am I supposed to just stand here or something?" I asked.
"Yes, stand there and look pretty, darlin', just an innocent civilian, yeah?" Frank said. "Sorry I had no other costume for ya."
"What?" Dean asked.
"Get down here. We need to move. They got this place wired up the wazoo!"
"They're watching us right now?" Dean asked.
"Nah, nah, they're just watching Cheech and Ed from Ma Bell."
"You know, it's gonna be a little difficult to set up surveillance if there's uh surveillance everywhere," Dean said.
"Right. So we need to tap into theirs instead," Frank said.
Later that night, we were back into his trailer. Frank taped some keys on the computer screen that showed the field.
"All right, now what?" Dean asked, asking my own questions as of late.
"You look horrific. You both do. When was the last time you two really slept a night?" He asked.
We glanced at each other.
"Let's just work, all right?" Dean asked.
"This is it. We watch the screens. I can take the first shift. You're no use if you can't even…."
Dean and I suddenly fell asleep… just as Dean's phone began to vibrate….
~*SPN*~
We finally woke up. Frank was looking at the four computer screens he had on.
"How long were we out?"
"Bout 36 hours," Frank replied.
"36 hours?!" I exclaimed. I'd never slept that long before. Maybe I did need the sleep.
"What? Why didn't you wake us?" Dean asked.
"Not your butler," he said stoicly. "Come see this."
"What?" Dean asked and I walked over towards him.
"This is where it gets good," Frank said.
Frank zoomed in on a parked car in which two people are kissing. I grimaced at that.
"Fran, you need to get out more," Dean said.
"Gross," I turned away.
"Not that."
The screen then showed a woman walking across the field. Frank zoomed in on her. She is carrying documents and a walkie-talkie.
"Check out Sarah Palin."
"Who is she?" Dean asked.
"Amanda Willer."
"And why do we care about her?" I asked.
Frank hit a key. Amanda's California driver's license, Richard Roman Enterprises security pass and a close up photo appear on the screen.
"Surprise, surprise, works for Richard Roman," Frank replied. He hit another key. The screen then turned to show three men in uniforms walking towards Amanda.
"What was she doing?" Dean asked.
"Being a naughty, bossy little girl," Frank replied.
"Well, I hate to ask for that in the non-porno version."
"Gross," I said.
"They're surveying. They're getting ready to build something."
"Build what?" Dean asked.
"The next Death Star?" I joked.
Frank gave me a look.
"Exactly. No idea."
"Well, how do we find out?" Dean asked.
On the screen the men are taking up positions in the field.
"We watch. Patience grasshopper," Frank said.
"Yeah, patience and me aren't exactly on terms," Dean said. I frowned at that. No they were not. It was too easy to sense from Dean and worrisome.
"Well, then go out and kill something or whatever you kids do to blow off steam. What, you don't like my suggestion?" Frank asked.
"I don't think you're in a position to be giving suggestions, all right? I think you're one tinfoil hat away from a rubber room."
"Did I mention you look awful?" Frank asked.
"Yes. Maybe because somebody I cared about just got shot in the head. And this is like shoving a rock up a hill. And – screw you," Dean said.
"Guys!" I exclaimed, glaring at them both.
"Here's my advice you didn't ask for – quit," Frank said. Wrong advice.
"What?!" Dean asked.
"You want to keep going?" Frank asked.
"I want Dick Roman on a spit."
"But you're gonna drive yourself into the ground first. Good plan."
Frank had a point, I'll give him that.
"I'm not gonna quit. It's not even an option. I'm not gonna walk out on my brother," Dean said. That made me smile a bit. I got that.
Frank looked at me and I shook my head. "I'm staying right here," I said. I wanted to see Dick gone too. Dean looked taken aback by that but he smiled appreciatively towards me. I got his back.
"Okay, then, fine. Do what I did," Frank said.
"What? Go native? Stock up on C-rations?"
"No, cupcake. What I did when I was 26 and came home to find my wife and two kids gutted on the floor. Decide to be fine till the end of the week. Make yourself smile because you're alive and that's your job. Then do it again the next week."
I frowned at that. I had no idea Frank had to go through that but we were all going through the motions right now. They were on high alert.
"So fake it?" Dean asked.
"I call it being professional. Do it right, with a smile, or don't do it." Frank said simply.
Dean's phone buzzed. He picked it up and listened to Sam's message that had been left for him.
"Dean, hey. So I think this guy was hunting a Vetala. Um, Dad took one down back in the day."
"No, no, no. Sam, that's not right!" Dean exclaimed.
"What is it?" I asked, noticing the feared look on Dean's face.
"What's the guff?" Frank asked.
"He –" Dean stopped, continuing to listen to Sam's message.
"...says they're maladjusted loner types – like to knock a guy out, drag him home – "
We all heard the message.
Dean pressed a button on his cell, calling Sam. "Sam!"
He put his phone on speaker so I could hear it.
"No. Who's this?" the girl asked.
"Who's this?"
"Sam told me to call if I didn't hear anything back from him."
"Come on, we're going," Dean told me, shoving his phone back in his pocket.
"What? Where?" I asked.
"Sam's missing."
I frowned and glanced back at Frank. "What about the numbers?"
"We'll come back," Dean promised.
~*SPN*~
"Did Sam tell you where he was going?" Krissy asked after she introduced herself to us when we walked into the apartment.
"That's what I'm trying to figure out. What did you tell him?" Dean asked.
"Uh...He checked my dad's room." Krissy replied.
"There?" Dean asked, pointing towards the door.
"Yeah." She nodded.
Dean looked around Lee's room and turned towards Krissy, who was standing by the doorway with me.
"Look, I really don't have time to hold your hand here, so –" Dean began.
"What are you saying?" Krissy asked.
"I'm saying go wait in the living room. Your dad may not want you to know every single thing about him." Dean replied.
Krissy leaned on the doorway and put her hand on her hip. Dean opened up Lee's closet and looked behind the hanging clothes. Only the corner of a map is still pinned to the board. Dean pulled it down.
"Where is it?" Dean asked.
"You mean everything about the job my dad was working?" Krissy asked.
"Sam said you didn't know." Dean said.
"Sam seemed competent, so I figured, fine – I'll do what my dad always tells me to. "Be a regular kid, don't say anything, stay out of the line of fire. Let the adults work it out." So much for that," Krissy explained.
"All right. Hand it over. Okay? I have had a long, long week," Dean said.
Krissy pulled out a gun and pointed it at Dean. I widened my eyes. This kid was good.
"All right, I get it. You're a tough kid. But I'm trying to get Sam and your dad back."
"My dad left, and he didn't come back. Sam left, and he didn't come back. I give you the info, you leave, you don't come back." Krissy said. I saw her point.
"We're coming back," Dean said, including me. I appreciated that.
"I'm coming with you."
"N-no. No. Hell, no," Dean shook his head.
"I'm coming! Or you're not going."
Dean snatched the gun out of Krissy's hand. "Owe!"
"Now hand it over." Dean said.
"I can't I burned it," she said.
I grimaced. Great. Now what?
"You what?" Dean asked dreadfully.
"But lucky for you, I memorized it all first."
Great. Of course she did. "Kaylee. Is this true?" Dean asked me.
"You want me to psychic her?" I asked.
"Yes,"
"She's a psychic?" Krissy asked in disbelief.
"Yes. And a good one," I said to her. I took a good look at her and frowned. "She memorized the whole thing."
~*SPN*~
Dean, and I were in the front seat. Krissy was in the back.
"Hey, I have a question," Krissy said.
"All right, here's the deal. I'm a fun guy. I'm actually awesome. Okay? But right now, I'm not in the mood. I'm neck deep in some serious crap, and if this wasn't an emergency, I would drop your ass off at the nearest mall."
"What serious crap?" Krissy asked.
"Revenge crap, all right? Now shut up. Eat a cookie or something." Dean said.
Krissy put her headphones in her ear but then took them out again.
"One thing doesn't make sense, though. My dad's a pretty great hunter, and your brother's the size of a car, so... So how'd this thing get 'em both?" she asked.
"Vetalas usually hunt in pairs. Sam and your dad both assumed it was one thing hunting solo." Dean replied.
"Why'd they think that?" Krissy asked. She was also a very quizzitive girl.
"Because they had the wrong info. Or, best available. Our dad took down a loner years ago. Sam has his journal. Your dad must've been going on the same facts," Dean replied.
"And you know different 'cause...?" Krissy demanded.
"Because I hunted one that turned out to be two a couple years back," Dean replied.
"And you never told Sam? Wow, thanks. How 'bout sharing that with the rest of the class so we don't all get killed?" Krissy asked.
"Sam was away at Stanford, smartass," Dean replied.
"Sam went to college? I thought you said your dad was a hunter," she said, trying to connect the dots.
"He was. We were. Sam quit, went to college," Dean explained.
Krissy was processing the information as was I.
"You could, too, you know – go to college. Be a hunter/pediatrician."
I smiled at that. She very well could. She was way too young to be out here hunting evil monsters.
We drove right by the diner and parked near it. This is where they were left off.
"You ever actually work with your dad?" Dean asked.
"Sure. 'Course," she replied.
"No, I mean work, not shoot cans in the woods," Dean said to her.
"I mean, I help all the time," she said.
"So, no. Well, right about now, your stomach should be pretty knotted up," Dean said.
"Not really. Look, maybe this was a lot harder for you when you were my age," she countered.
"Oh, you think you're a good actress. You're not," Dean said.
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
"Well, I hate to break it to you, but it's all over your face – you're scared." He said.
"Quit treating me like I'm some girl. Kaylee's not some girl. I've been prepping for this my entire life!" she exclaimed.
"Training's one thing. Doing – whole 'nother beast."
"Dean's right, Krissy," I said. I know. I've hunted with Jo and Ellen for a year and been on my own hunt with Sam with the yellow-eyed demon if you can call that a hunt.
"Wow. You really scared me straight. Thanks, guys."
Someone walked across the parking lot and got into the cab of a truck.
"Why is that waitress getting into that truck?" Krissy asked.
"I'm not explaining the R-rated crap to you," Dean shook his head.
"The front of the truck, not the back, Dean," she said.
Then the girl drove the truck away. We decided to follow the truck, now parked on the side of the building.
"All right," he said, holding out his fist to Krissy, who had hopped in the front seat, calling dibs on it before I could even say anything.
"What century is this? No one fist-bumps anymore," she said.
"Come on. Give it up. Good work," Dean said. He wiggled his fist a bit.
"You're a dweeb," she rolled her eyes.
Dean wiggled his fist again and she finally put out her hand. He grabbed it and put handcuffs on her. I was impressed.
"What the hell?" Krissy demanded.
"I got an idea," he attached the handcuffs to the steering wheel. "How 'bout you stay here?"
"And Kaylee gets to go?"
"She's done this before," Dean said.
"Oh, you jackass," Krissy said.
"Yeah, well, I'm the jackass who ain't bringing a kid in there, period," Dean said as we piled out of the car.
"Why? I can do everything you can do," she said.
"I'll bring them back. Trust me," he said.
"Please, they're probably dead," she said. My heart sunk. I had to know that they weren't dead. Sam couldn't be dead. No he was stronger than that.
"You don't know that," Dean shook his head. Also in disbelief.
"It's been days. Probably just a pile of meat. I've seen it. People die, Dean. I watched my mom get torn to shreds. Let me go in there and kill them," Krissy said.
I frowned at her. I was sorry to hear that. No one should have to go through what we do.
"No. Sorry," Dean said.
"You're such a hypocrite. How come you get to do it and I don't?" she asked.
"Because I'm the grown-up!" he yelled and then he held out his hand. "Give it to me."
"What?" she asked.
"Your lock pick. I will frisk you."
She handed the lock pick over to Dean.
"Thank you," he turned towards me. I nodded. I got my knife ready within my boot.
"All right. I'm going to grab the chick, you get to Sam and Lee, and get them the hell out of here, kapishe?" he asked.
"Aye, aye, captain," I said, saluting him. He just shook his head at me.
We hid before going in. We saw one dead man, but then we spotted Sam and Lee tied to chairs. One woman who's name is Sally, I could see her name tag is standing next to the third man and Marlene who had driven the truck earlier is next to Lee. Sam was unconscious.
"Good thing we picked up a new one. This one's about tapped out. You want to finish him together?" Marlene asked.
"Sure. Love to," Dean grabbed a metal bar and hit Sally who fell to the ground. Then he drew his knife as Marlene advanced on him.
"Not so fast," she said as I quickly crawled around towards Lee and Sam. Dean swung at Marlene but she hit him and he dropped his knife. She slammed him against the metal cage and grabbed him by the throat.
"Sam?" I whispered. He woke up.
"Kaylee?" he asked in alarm.
"Yeah, shhh, I'm going to get you and Lee out of here," I said as I started to untie his bound wrists. Dean grabbed another metal bar and hit Marlene. She fell to the ground. Dean picked up a knife.
"Dad, hold on – I got you!" It was Krissy who had come out of nowhere. What the hell?! Dean and I shared a worried look across the room. She ran across the room but Sally grabbed her leg.
"No!" Lee cried out to his daughter.
Sally got up and pulled Krissy behind Lee and Sam. She kicked me down and I grimaced at the fall. Dean was holding a knife to Marlene's throat.
"Let her go... or Little Miss Sunshine here gets it,"
Sally's teeth began to transform. Dean took the knife away from Marlene's throat. She hurried over to stand behind Lee. Sally's eyes and teeth returned to normal.
"What were you thinking, bringing her here?" Lee demanded hotly.
Dean walked towards Sally and Krissy.
"Now drop the knife!" Sally yelled.
Dean put the knife on the ground.
"She's just a child. Let her go."
"Yeah, I don't think we'll be letting anyone go," Sally said giving me a dark look as if to dare me to move a muscle. I was frozen in my spot for Krissy's sake.
"Daddy..." Krissy said.
"It's okay, baby. Everything's gonna be fine," Lee said to her.
"All right. Enough with the family bonding. It's time for you to shut up," Marlene bit into Lee's neck.
"Daddy, no! Dean!" Krissy cried.
"He can't help you. No one can," Sally cooed.
Krissy pulled a knife out of her sleeve, spun around, and stabbed Sally. I was in pure shock.
"I guess I'll have to help myself, then," Krissy said. She twisted the knife. Sally's body turned grey and her teeth transformed. She fell to the floor now dead. Marlene advanced on Dean, who picked up his knife. Krissy cut the ropes off of her father and I cut the ropes off of Sam. Sam took my knife and stabbed Marlene as she turned from Dean. He twisted the knife in her stomach. Her body turned black as she died.
"Bad actress, huh?" Krissy asked. Sam handed me my knife back and I smirked at him.
"Yeah, I take it back," Dean said.
~*SPN*~
We walked down the hallway to the hospital the next day. Krissy was sitting outside her father's room.
"Yeah, I was hoping you'd stop by. I wanted to thank you," Lee said.
"It's no problem," Sam said.
"No, you saved my life. Krissy's, too," Lee stated.
"Actually, uh, she kind of saved ours," Sam said.
"Don't thank us. Quit. Your daughter's 14 years old. She's already a hunter with a-a kill under her belt. I'm not trying to be a dick, but what do you think that does to her life span? She could still be a regular kid," Dean said.
I was with him there.
"You know, I got into this for a reason," he said.
"I know. Your family. That's the same reason you should get out now," Dean said.
"I can't. You ever know anyone who left the life?" Lee asked.
"No. They all get killed first," Dean said to him.
"Well, uh... we should probably let you get some rest," Sam said.
"Yeah," he raised a farewell. We started to leave, but Krissy followed us.
"Dean! Thanks for saying bye, asshat," she said.
"Come on," Sam tugged on my sleeve and we walked over by the car to let them talk. I sighed and leaned against the car. "So, first hunt since…"
"Ellen and Jo died," I said. "And second one if you really wanna be precise."
"Second?"
"You were under a love potion with Becky Rosen?" I reminded him.
"Oh right. Well, anyway, how'd it feel?" Sam asked.
"Felt….strange," I said. "I don't know. Maybe I'm not exactly cut out for it either."
"What I've been telling you," Sam said. "So, did Frank give you a new identity?"
"He said and I quote if I went missing Dick would know, and he'd find me. I don't know, maybe I should just go on vacation or something," I shrugged.
"How long?" he asked.
"Forever?" I almost joked. "I hear London's nice this time of year."
"Then London it is," Sam said.
"What if Dick finds me…" I whispered.
"He won't. Use cash. No credit cards, they leave a trail," Sam said. "Look we won't let anything come to you, we promise."
"You can't promise this, Sam," I said. "No one can. I fear it's inevitable."
"Is that what your psychic thing tells you?" Sam asked. "Or are you just being paranoid."
"Sam….I'm serious. I don't think it matters where I go on the globe. Hell Crowley wants me too!" I said, waving my arms around. "I wouldn't be surprised if he and Dick fought over me. Dick was looking for a wifey material made candidate."
"Still, I think London's your best bet," Sam said. "That way we can check on you at all times, make sure, you're okay."
"Always did want to see London," I said. "But what about you, I mean I'm worried about you two, with the whole….Bobby thing…"
"We'll be fine. We're just going to…work," Sam said. "It's how we deal with things, trust me, we'll be fine, and so will you."
I frowned. I wanted to believe him. With a sigh, he gave me a hug and I hugged him back tightly, not wanting to let go.
I was going to London. It would be the safer route after all. I wouldn't have to be a distraction to the boys while they're on a hunt. I couldn't do that to them. They needed to focus and so did I. I just hoped London was the right answer.
~*SPN*~