Maddison Winchester: Journal 3 {Supernatural}

14 Long Distance Call: Part 4

Sam and Dean came back a little later, only for Sam to take off, saying that Lanie needed him.

As soon as he left, Dean grabbed his laptop and started working on it furiously. I sat next to him on the couch, trying to watch TV, but I kept glancing over at the phone, worrying she would start calling again.

Sam came back about an hour later.

"What's up?" Dean asked.

"That girl Lanie, her mom's ghost spooked her out pretty bad last night," Sam said.

Dean nodded. "That sucks."

"Yeah, it does. What are you doing?" Sam asked.

"I think Dad's right. I think the demon is here. Check it out." Dean stood up, handed Sam some papers, and walked over to his bag.

"What is this?" Sam asked, flipping through the papers. "Weather reports?"

"Omens. Demonic omens. Electrical storms everywhere we've been for the past two weeks," Dean said.

"Uh..." Sam shook his head. "I don't remember any lightning storms."

"Well, I don't remember you studying meteorology as a kid either." Dean shrugged. "But I'm telling you, that bastard's been tailing me... wearing some poor dude's meat."

"And it's following you because...?" Sam asked.

Dean shrugged. "I guess I'm big game, you know. My ass is too sweet to let outta sight."

Sam nodded. "Okay. Sure."

Dean snatched the papers away from Sam. "Don't get too excited, Sammy. Might pull something."

Sam sighed. "Dean, look, I wanna believe this man, I really do—"

"Then believe it!" Dean shouted. "If we get this sucker, it's Miller Time."

"Yeah, that's another thing. Dad rattles off an exorcism that can kill a demon? I mean, not just send it back to Hell, but kill it?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded. "I've checked it out. This is heavy-duty Dark Ages. Fifteenth-century."

Sam nodded cautiously. "Yeah, I've checked on it too, Dean. And so did Bobby."

"Okay, and?" Dean asked.

"Look. It definitely is an exorcism, okay, there's just no evidence it can kill a demon," Sam said.

Dean shrugged. "No evidence, it can't."

Sam sighed. "Come on, man—"

"Hey, as far as I'm aware, the only one of us who has actually been to Hell is Dad. And maybe he picked up a couple of tricks down there, like which exorcisms work," Dean said.

Sam shrugged. "Maybe it does. I hope it does too, but we gotta be sure."

"Why aren't we sure?" Dean asked.

"'Cause I don't know what's going on around here, Dean!" Sam shouted. "I mean, some guy blows his brains out, a little girl is scared out of her wits."

"Wow, a couple of civvies are freaked out by some ghosts. News flash Sam, people are supposed to be freaked out by ghosts!" Dean shouted.

They stared at each other angrily for a long moment. Sam sighed, and Dean dropped his head in frustration. I sat there awkwardly, twiddling my thumbs.

"Dad, tell you where to find the demon?" Sam asked.

"I'm waiting on the call!" Dean yelled.

Sam sighed. "I told Lanie I'd stop by."