omg I have one more week of GCSE'S (well this will be posted defo ages after and I've probably even gotten my results knowing me)
AND I CAN'T WAIT FOR 2 MONTHS TO DO A WHOLE LOAD OF NOTHING
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"Thanks a lot for that, Cass," Dean sharply, sarcastically said.
Moments before, they had their exchange with the shocking Banshee. She strode away from the car and straight up to the McCall home. Only a quick glance back before she hurried inside - barely opening the door wide enough before she slid through and disappeared.
Sam thought of how kind and passionate she looked. Knowing that it probably all came naturally, but then shattered as she was dragged into the supernatural (and Sam knew how life changing that could be). He truly wished they could have met under different circumstances, and in another realm.
"You are welcome, Dean," Castiel replied, "although, I am unsure as to what I have done."
"Uh-- oh God help me here, Sammy," Dean said. His palms were quick to his eyes, where he ferociously rubbed then. Squinting again when revealing them back to the light. "What do you think our next move is?"
"I honestly have no idea. I don't think we've had a case as deep as this before. We basically have all the reasoning and evidence against Liam, but something just feels... wrong, don't you think?" Sam shuffled his hands through a wad of paper he held in them; quickly scanning the words and numbers imprinted on the sheet, then onto the next. "I hacked into the Sheriff's Department's database, and, well first I got all the info they've gather for this case we're looking at," - he awkwardly hands the sheets to Dean, which he half's with Castiel - "but then I found all this about unsolved cases. They've got over seventy cases that have just been 'written-off'. But from autopsy's and more evidence, everything looks supernatural related."
"So..." Dean didn't seem the least bit bothered by Sam's findings.
"So, this shows there's so many more people involved with them than we thought. There's so much to this place than just any other town - they've got people on the inside covering up what we would come and cover up. Maybe Stiles was right; this place really is a beacon for the supernatural." During his epiphany, Sam had drawn out his mobile and swiftly dialled Bobby. Without even the first dialling tone to sound, Bobby's voice answered on the other line.
"Sam?" he questioned. "You finished up with them Werewolves in, er, what was it? Beacon Hills?"
"Well, Bobby, that's what I was calling about actually. Have you ever heard anything like someone dreaming about murdering someone, the murder actually happening, everything coming true from the dream, but it wasn't them?"
"Have you got evidence that it isn't them?"
"Erm, hold on a sec, Bobby," Sam replied. He frantically turned to Castiel and ripped the sheets from his Angelic hands. Castiel didn't put up much of a fight, he just rolled his eyes in irritation. "Erm, no," Sam spoke back into his device, "the only solid evidence proves that it is him, actually - apparently they found the guy's DNA all over the bodies."
"If you're so adamant that it isn't this guy that killed them, then, you idjits know what you got on your hands," the voice echoed from his phone, now loud enough for even Dean as a human could hear, and he finally pieced it together in that little mundane head of his.
"Demon." The word passed so fluently, yet disguised at it, from Dean's mouth. "How the hell didn't we think of that?" he said to no one in particular.
"Let me put you on speaker phone, Bobby." Sam ripped the gadget from his ear and held it parallel to the gound.
"But if what you're saying about the dreaming shit, then, sounds like some dark magic here. Not only that they've made him remember it, but hurting him the same too. Must be some kind of binding spell used. Get the kid on the phone and I'll try looking through this crap load of books and figure out what curse it is."
"Okay, Bobby. We'll call back later when we're with him," Sam replied.
"Are you sure you need to talk with him? Can we not figure this out on our own? C'mon, team human, am I right?" Dean tried joking as he said it, but deep down his serious nature was taking over.
"What are you talking about, Dean? Is the kid not human?" Bobby questioned.
A moment of silence filled the car as all were startled at the question. Sam was afraid to tell Bobby the truth, as he will most definately agree with Dean. "Um, no. The kid, Liam, is actually a Werewolf." Sam spoke as if it were a normal thing. "But, him and his Pack, they're harmless kids."
"Well, have they ever killed anybody?" Bobby asked.
"Probably," Dean muttered. Sam only gave a disappointed look before Bobby spoke again.
"Probably doesn't mean yes, Dean. Just because we hunt people like him, doesn't mean they're all always the same--"
"But Bobby--" Dean moaned and try to protest against him.
"Dean, sometimes you gotta' work with the bad guys to take down the even worse guys," he said. Bobby was the last elder figure he had left in his life. As Dean heard the words utter form the phone, his stomach churned. It came across to Dean in a different tone to if Sam or Castiel had said it. He knew it was the right thing and what he needed to hear.
"Okay," was the only word Dean could say, without hating himself anymore than he already does.
"Woah, really?" Sam said in astonishment.
"Yes, and don't make me say it again," Dean ordered, "Now, Bobby, we'll call back later. And you," - insinuating Sam - "get that Scott on the phone, and get them over here: pronto!"
"Okay. See ya' boys," Bobby said, before the three beeps sounded signalling the end of the conversation.
It was at that moment, almost as if was a sign of some sort, that Dean noticed the McCall front door left ajar. Could've sworn Lydia closed it behind her, Dean thought. The breeze gently knocked it back and forth; an open invite for him. "I think I might just go and check on Lydia," he stated, as he began emerging from the car.
"Why? You got some kind of crush on her?" Sam guffawed.
"Something seems wrong. And, dude, if anyone has a crush on her around here, it's you," Dean snapped back, as an animal would do with food.
"I'm coming with you, Dean," Castiel piped up. Before Sam could say that if something was wrong, so both of them shouldn't go in, Dean and Castiel had already evacuated the Impala and began trekking up the pathway.
Sam swiftly dialled for Scott, hoping to have a quick conversation so he could follow brother and Angel inside. "Hello?"
"Oh, Scott. Listen, we've got an update on this case and we think we might know what we're up against. Do you think you could meet us at your house. Wait, no, you'll be at home, doesn't matter." Sam pulled down into eye position, when he heard a bellowing Scott still on the line.
"Sam, wait! I know you guys think you're more skilled (which you are) is this area, but we've just been to the preserve and we're headed to the station. Some stuff we've gathered--" Scott rambled on as if he was trying to persuade Sam to understand and not get angry, but Sam couldn't listen properly. Something else was troubling his thoughts.
"Scott--," he interrupted, "so you're not at your house?"
"No, why? What made you so sure that I was?" Scott's voice jumped slightly too, as he knew Sam was worried.
"We just dropped your friend, Lydia, off at your house. She said she was coming to meet you?"
"We haven't heard from Lydia in a couple of hours, actually. And she didn't mention anything about coming over."
Sometime when Scott was explaining, Sam fell to his thoughts again. Oh my God... That wasn't Lydia. And Dean and Cass are inside. When he finally fell out of his trance, he yelled to Scott, "I'm going to call you back," and hung up before he gave any reasoning to Scott.
He ejected himself from the car and slammed it shut behind him. His heart missed several beats - thoughts whizzed round his head of what could possibly be going on inside: death, slaughter, chaos. He tried shouting for Dean to know his fate, but no words or sound formed. Hot air rushed out as he tried again to call from his brother, but it was no use. He had barely made one step away from the car when a cloth came from the back of him and gagged his mouth.
Being startled from this attack, he took a mouthful of whatever substance was sprayed onto the material. Dizziness overwhelmed Sam and he crashed to the floor as a tree would fall. His eyes kept drooping, but he prised them open for any vision he had left. One time when he opened them, a girl was sprawled across his body. A rasped breath coughed out through the cloth as he tried to say her name (but still couldn't).
Lydia.
"My, my Sam, you've lost your game. Look how easy it was for a senior girl to take you down," 'Lydia' condescendingly hissed. "But whatever are we going to do with you now you know my secret? Well, let's take this some where private, shall we?"
He tried scowling, but as his eyes narrowed to try and do so, they finally shut together. Physically felt like they were glued. Then all he knew was the abyss.
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HOT DAMN WHAT'S GOING ON?
anyone got theories??
-emma