Sometimes I think this cycle never ends [we start from top to bottom and we turn to climb again]
A few days after arriving in town Dean and I split up. Honestly, it was for the best. We had to follow the "demons in the basement" lead seperately. Actually, we had been in a diner and overheard the alleged family a few booths away. Dean decided to stay and finish his meal and then interrogate some local people in the diner. I was fine with it and that also meant that I got the Impala for the afternoon. Uhuh, my time with Impala, my music. So, Dean can just go shut his cakehole.
Not that I would ever make him do that. Well, not unless he really really annoyed me which, come to think of it, he did often. He tossed me the keys and I caught them with one hand which merited an eyebrow raise of approval from Dean. Yeah, aren't you just so surprised your brother has skills, Dean. He could be a real asshole. A real belligerent asshole. Before I left the diner I looked back as Dean was scarfing down the remains on his plate and shook his head. Someday he would find a woman who wouldn't vomit everytime he ate. But for now, he was forced to spend his life...with me, in search of our stubborn father and the demon that killed our father and maybe Jessica.
As the thought entered my mind it was more like a whisper. A whisper in my head that had no reason to go away. I hadn't thought of her in what, two hours, so why wasn't this a good time for her to pop into my head. No, pop wasn't the right word. She ... she appeared in my head from time to time...or really everytime I looked anywhere or did anything, she was there. Sometimes, she was in her nurse's costume and believe me, that was fun. What was terrible was when we were investigating a particular lead and her image just appeared in my head. I would have to fight to keep it at bay but that would only make it worse. I really just had to ignore it until it had gone away.
Yeah, that wasn't the fun part.
Besides the very vivid memories of Jess that I had to content with I also had to contend with the overwhelming feeling that I was different. I didn't mean different like Dean who hunts demons and the other things that went bump in the night but different because I...saw things. I got premonitions. Something was different about me and I had no idea what it was. I still didn't. Between Jess and the premonitions my life was a turbulent world of what I didn't say. We just went from town to town searching for dad and possibly mom's killer which could put any normal person in therapy but the thing was...I wasn't normal.
Neither me or my brother was.
Hopping into the Impala I turned my new CD up full blast just to see if I could piss Dean off through the diner window but that didn't work. Not like it would have. My part of the investigation would involve reconaissance around the house. I was supposed to watch for suspicious activity and then "report back" to him later. Yeah, because I reported back to my brother...
I parked across the street and turned the music down. The last thing I needed was attention drawn to me by my "shit chick rock" as Dean had called it before. I hadn't been on many stakeouts. College didn't really come with a stakeout course but it was pretty simple. Watch, take pictures when needed (if you have a camera), and drive away if found out. I opened the glove compartment and pulled my stakeout shades out as Dean had dubbed them and put them on. The house itself darkened as a house would from the tinted sunglasses and I sat back, watching.
An hour passed before I saw any movement. Someone had ran past the front window. It was quick but I caught it. Five minutes later the same person ran past again. I pulled out the binoculars and waited for the movement to occur again. Nothing happened. Placing the binoculars on the seat beside me I turned off the music and then the ignition before stepping out of the car. Looking both ways, which my father hadn't taught me (he taught me things like, shoot them square in the eye, and always check if they're dead) I walked across the street. I lowered my head and moved around the side of the house, trying to see inside. I realized I had forgotten my camera but it was too late for that now. Peering inside, I saw that the frantic movements I had witnessed was a childish game of tag between two children. Smiling, and shaking my head I turned around to go but found myself face to face with what looked like to be the father of the family.
"What the hell are you doing outside my house?" He had a stern, protective look on his face. Before I had a chance to answer he looked past me at his children, innocently running around. "Were you looking at my children?"
"No," I answered. "I wasn't. Look, sir, I used to live here. I hadn't been here in a long time and I drove by. I got nostalgic. I'm sorry." I put on my best nostalgic, sad, convincing face and looked into the man's eyes. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to-"
"No, that's okay." He looked behind him, obviously at the only car on the street and looked back. "Come inside." His total 180 confused the hell out of me but I complied and followed him inside the old house. Great, now I had to act like I had lived here. Fine, Sam, you lived here when you were younger. I looked around the old and modestly decorated house before coming across the two rascals who I had seen playing before.
"Hello," they both sang in complete chorus.
I looked up at the father and he just nodded once. "Uh..hi. I'm Sam." I smiled and looked back at the husband before walking over to an old mirror, looking at the room through it to try and not seem suspicious.
"Kids, why don't you go upstairs. Sam and I have some grown up things to discuss." I nodded in agreemant, though suspicious, as the children rushed up the stairs and left us alone. He gestured for me to follow him into the kitchen. "Gretchen and I, my wife, bought this house...oh, I can't even remember when. It was a long time ago." He went over to the table and picked up something in a baking pan before putting it into the oven. He flicked the switch to the right obviously trying to turn the oven light on. It didn't turn on. "Oh, shoot. Hey, would you mind heading downstairs and just grabbing a light bulb?" He turned to me then.
"Uhh..no, okay." I walked past the table and over to the open door leading down the dark steps. He turned the light on for me and gestured inside.
"The lightbulbs are on the shelf against the far left wall. Thanks a bunch." I nodded and turned back, ready to slowly traverse the stairs. If all I was grabbing was a lightbulb then this was no big deal but since people dissapeared in a basement I was quite suspiscious. I made it to the bottom step and that's when the door slammed shut. I headed back up the steps quickly and tried the door but it was stuck...or more likely locked. "Hey!"
The man's voice echoed through the door somehow. "Oh, it fell shut. The lock's broken. I'm gonna grab my tool kit. Sit tight!" I heard footsteps walk away from the door and tried to use force to shove the door down. That didn't work. Cursing myself for being so stupid I slowly took the steps downstairs. Obviously, he had locked me in here for a reason. As I reached the middle step of the staircase I felt a hand grasp my ankle and that's when I tumbled down into the wall.
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However long ago later I gained my senses back from my fall and reacted as the beast that looked like that leech from the one X-Files episode lunged at me. Why it had waited for me to come to, I have no idea but obviously it had some sort of weird honor code I didn't understand. Despite that, I kicked it away and it fell into some gas cans. "You've got to be kidding me." I used a potruding brick to pull myself up as the demon stood up again, this time full length. He must have towered over me at seven feet until he hunched over and lost an entire foot on him. "So, you're what's in this basement," I simply said, not that it did me much good...stuck in here with this thing.
I grabbed up a baseball bat that was leaning against the wall and got into a batting stance. "Well, batter up," I said in my most confident way. The thing went at me again but I hit it back into the stairs. It fell into them and broke the last seven leaving only half a staircase. "Shit." While the beast was distracted by the piece of wood sticking out of its' body I took advantage of the situation and ran over to the top basement window. As I attempted to force it open the beast started to pull the wood out. Finally, the window started to give and I opened it fully which still wasn't much. Using my strength I pulled myself up and climbed through almost making it before the beast who had finished being preoccupied with his wood grabbed my ankle, again. What was with this thing and ankles? I pulled hard and fell back onto the grass. The beast attempted to climb through but when it's claw-like hand hit the sunlight it recoiled and fell back down to the floor. "Oookay." I didn't waste any time though and scrambled back to the car, giving one last look at the house before speeding off.
As I examined the cut on my arm quickly I said to noone in particular, "Boy, Dean, do I have a lot to tell you." And I did.
Not that I would ever make him do that. Well, not unless he really really annoyed me which, come to think of it, he did often. He tossed me the keys and I caught them with one hand which merited an eyebrow raise of approval from Dean. Yeah, aren't you just so surprised your brother has skills, Dean. He could be a real asshole. A real belligerent asshole. Before I left the diner I looked back as Dean was scarfing down the remains on his plate and shook his head. Someday he would find a woman who wouldn't vomit everytime he ate. But for now, he was forced to spend his life...with me, in search of our stubborn father and the demon that killed our father and maybe Jessica.
As the thought entered my mind it was more like a whisper. A whisper in my head that had no reason to go away. I hadn't thought of her in what, two hours, so why wasn't this a good time for her to pop into my head. No, pop wasn't the right word. She ... she appeared in my head from time to time...or really everytime I looked anywhere or did anything, she was there. Sometimes, she was in her nurse's costume and believe me, that was fun. What was terrible was when we were investigating a particular lead and her image just appeared in my head. I would have to fight to keep it at bay but that would only make it worse. I really just had to ignore it until it had gone away.
Yeah, that wasn't the fun part.
Besides the very vivid memories of Jess that I had to content with I also had to contend with the overwhelming feeling that I was different. I didn't mean different like Dean who hunts demons and the other things that went bump in the night but different because I...saw things. I got premonitions. Something was different about me and I had no idea what it was. I still didn't. Between Jess and the premonitions my life was a turbulent world of what I didn't say. We just went from town to town searching for dad and possibly mom's killer which could put any normal person in therapy but the thing was...I wasn't normal.
Neither me or my brother was.
Hopping into the Impala I turned my new CD up full blast just to see if I could piss Dean off through the diner window but that didn't work. Not like it would have. My part of the investigation would involve reconaissance around the house. I was supposed to watch for suspicious activity and then "report back" to him later. Yeah, because I reported back to my brother...
I parked across the street and turned the music down. The last thing I needed was attention drawn to me by my "shit chick rock" as Dean had called it before. I hadn't been on many stakeouts. College didn't really come with a stakeout course but it was pretty simple. Watch, take pictures when needed (if you have a camera), and drive away if found out. I opened the glove compartment and pulled my stakeout shades out as Dean had dubbed them and put them on. The house itself darkened as a house would from the tinted sunglasses and I sat back, watching.
An hour passed before I saw any movement. Someone had ran past the front window. It was quick but I caught it. Five minutes later the same person ran past again. I pulled out the binoculars and waited for the movement to occur again. Nothing happened. Placing the binoculars on the seat beside me I turned off the music and then the ignition before stepping out of the car. Looking both ways, which my father hadn't taught me (he taught me things like, shoot them square in the eye, and always check if they're dead) I walked across the street. I lowered my head and moved around the side of the house, trying to see inside. I realized I had forgotten my camera but it was too late for that now. Peering inside, I saw that the frantic movements I had witnessed was a childish game of tag between two children. Smiling, and shaking my head I turned around to go but found myself face to face with what looked like to be the father of the family.
"What the hell are you doing outside my house?" He had a stern, protective look on his face. Before I had a chance to answer he looked past me at his children, innocently running around. "Were you looking at my children?"
"No," I answered. "I wasn't. Look, sir, I used to live here. I hadn't been here in a long time and I drove by. I got nostalgic. I'm sorry." I put on my best nostalgic, sad, convincing face and looked into the man's eyes. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to-"
"No, that's okay." He looked behind him, obviously at the only car on the street and looked back. "Come inside." His total 180 confused the hell out of me but I complied and followed him inside the old house. Great, now I had to act like I had lived here. Fine, Sam, you lived here when you were younger. I looked around the old and modestly decorated house before coming across the two rascals who I had seen playing before.
"Hello," they both sang in complete chorus.
I looked up at the father and he just nodded once. "Uh..hi. I'm Sam." I smiled and looked back at the husband before walking over to an old mirror, looking at the room through it to try and not seem suspicious.
"Kids, why don't you go upstairs. Sam and I have some grown up things to discuss." I nodded in agreemant, though suspicious, as the children rushed up the stairs and left us alone. He gestured for me to follow him into the kitchen. "Gretchen and I, my wife, bought this house...oh, I can't even remember when. It was a long time ago." He went over to the table and picked up something in a baking pan before putting it into the oven. He flicked the switch to the right obviously trying to turn the oven light on. It didn't turn on. "Oh, shoot. Hey, would you mind heading downstairs and just grabbing a light bulb?" He turned to me then.
"Uhh..no, okay." I walked past the table and over to the open door leading down the dark steps. He turned the light on for me and gestured inside.
"The lightbulbs are on the shelf against the far left wall. Thanks a bunch." I nodded and turned back, ready to slowly traverse the stairs. If all I was grabbing was a lightbulb then this was no big deal but since people dissapeared in a basement I was quite suspiscious. I made it to the bottom step and that's when the door slammed shut. I headed back up the steps quickly and tried the door but it was stuck...or more likely locked. "Hey!"
The man's voice echoed through the door somehow. "Oh, it fell shut. The lock's broken. I'm gonna grab my tool kit. Sit tight!" I heard footsteps walk away from the door and tried to use force to shove the door down. That didn't work. Cursing myself for being so stupid I slowly took the steps downstairs. Obviously, he had locked me in here for a reason. As I reached the middle step of the staircase I felt a hand grasp my ankle and that's when I tumbled down into the wall.
~~~
However long ago later I gained my senses back from my fall and reacted as the beast that looked like that leech from the one X-Files episode lunged at me. Why it had waited for me to come to, I have no idea but obviously it had some sort of weird honor code I didn't understand. Despite that, I kicked it away and it fell into some gas cans. "You've got to be kidding me." I used a potruding brick to pull myself up as the demon stood up again, this time full length. He must have towered over me at seven feet until he hunched over and lost an entire foot on him. "So, you're what's in this basement," I simply said, not that it did me much good...stuck in here with this thing.
I grabbed up a baseball bat that was leaning against the wall and got into a batting stance. "Well, batter up," I said in my most confident way. The thing went at me again but I hit it back into the stairs. It fell into them and broke the last seven leaving only half a staircase. "Shit." While the beast was distracted by the piece of wood sticking out of its' body I took advantage of the situation and ran over to the top basement window. As I attempted to force it open the beast started to pull the wood out. Finally, the window started to give and I opened it fully which still wasn't much. Using my strength I pulled myself up and climbed through almost making it before the beast who had finished being preoccupied with his wood grabbed my ankle, again. What was with this thing and ankles? I pulled hard and fell back onto the grass. The beast attempted to climb through but when it's claw-like hand hit the sunlight it recoiled and fell back down to the floor. "Oookay." I didn't waste any time though and scrambled back to the car, giving one last look at the house before speeding off.
As I examined the cut on my arm quickly I said to noone in particular, "Boy, Dean, do I have a lot to tell you." And I did.