Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 10, 2016 22:46:38 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON FIVE. EPISODE TWELVE.
"Dean and Sammy Winchester." Donna Fletcher set a plate of cookies down next to the pitcher of lemonade on her coffee table in the den before taking a seat next to her teenage daughter Katie who was wrapped in a blanket, looking spooked. "How long has it been?" "The summer before 6th grade" Sam reminded her as the two boys took a seat on the opposite couch. "Mmm, I remember." Donna nodded with a smile. "You assigned yourself your own reading list." Dean snorted. "That's right, I forgot about that." He smiled teasingly at Sam. "Nerd."
Sam shot his brother a look and then turned to Katie. "Your mom happens to be the best babysitter we ever had." Katie looked up at her mother who smiled fondly. "Well, when I was a maid at the Mayflower, out on the interstate – long before you were even an idea – their daddy used to pass through town and leave the boys with me while he went off to... work. One time, he was gone for two weeks." "Two weeks" Katie echoed, looking surprised. "Mm-hmm." Donna turned his attention back to the boys. "Oh, he'd always come limping back. He loved you boys." Dean smiled tightly, feeling a squeeze in his lungs at the mention of their father. Katie looked from the brothers to her mother. "Did you know what he did all that time?" "Little Sammy kept trying to tell me." Donna smiled. "Of course, I didn't believe him." Her smiled faded. "Not at first, anyway." Katie looked to Sam questioningly. Sam cleared his throat. "Uh, Katie, our dad, um, happened to be an expert at getting rid of ghosts. And now, so are we." Dean nodded along with this.
"That's why I called them, sweetie" Donna explained. "They can help us." Donna's husband Bud entered the room with three suitcases. "Sounds like you guys got yourself a poltergeist" Dean concluded from what they'd been told on the phone. Bud nodded grimly. "Started a few months after we moved in." "Yeah, first it was, uh, just bumps and knocks and scratches on the walls" Donna picked up where her husband had left off. "And then it started breaking things." "And then it attacked Katie" Sam wanted to know, looking between all three Fletchers. "That was two nights ago" Bud informed them. And then Donna gave their daughter an encouraging smile. "Can you show them honey?" Katie untangled herself from the blanket, stood, and lifted her shirt partway. Carved into her stomach were the words "murdered chylde." Katie lowered her shirt and curled back up on the couch. "Katie, everything's gonna be fine" Dean assured her confidently. "I promise." Turning his attention on Katie's parents he gestured to the suitcases. "Why don't you guys take yourselves a little vacation, and, uh, we'll take care of it." Donna gave them both a grateful smile. "Thank you." After the family had left, the boys were all set to dig into the house's background. But there was one thing Dean needed first.
Food.
~~~
The Patriot Burger was a diner in town that they stopped in for lunch on their way to the motel. While Sam set up shop with his laptop at their table, Dean made his way up to the counter to retrieve their order. "Uh, bacon burger turbo, large chilli-cheese fry, two cokes, uh, and a Health Quake Salad shake?" The teenage boy behind the counter pushed the tray of food towards Dean, looking slightly baffled by the last item. A diner was not usually where one would go in search of a salad. Especially one in the form of a shake. "I know." Dean shrugged, making a face. "It's not mine."
He carried the food back to their table, handing Sam his salad shake and taking a large bite of burger with a blissful smile. Sam drizzled some dressing onto his salad, closed the lid and began to shake it forcefully. Dean stared. When Sam glanced up and caught his eye, Dean gave a dry smile. "Oh, you shake it up, baby." Sam rolled his eyes, opened the lid, stuck his fork in and speared a piece of lettuce. While he chewed, Dean changed the subject to an observation he'd made. "You know, poltergeist aside, Donna looked pretty good, don't you think?" Sam rolled his eyes again. "Dude, don't tell me you've still got the hots for our babysitter." "What?? No" Dean objected instantly, forcing a chuckle. "That would be weird. I'm just saying that she, you know, she – she's – she's doing good. You know, with her husband, her kid. This whole Amityville thing being thrown at them, and they're hanging tough." Sam ate another bite of salad, nodding. "Yeah." "You ever think that you'd want something like that" Dean wondered aloud after a beat. "Wife, rugrats, the whole nine?" He remembered when it had been number one on Sam's list of priorities in his quest for a normal life. But Sam simply shook his head without taking too much time to consider it. "No, not really my thing anymore." He sounded pretty genuine too. "Yeah..." Dean stared off into space, his thoughts lingering on the idea of a wife and children for maybe a millisecond more before snapping himself back to reality, gesturing to Sam's open computer. "What do you got?" "Uh, well, that house of theirs, it's old – really old" Sam explained, tapping a few keys to bring up another page. "Um, hundreds of years. And I found a legend. It’s unconfirmed, but still." Dean took a large bite of his burger, speaking with his mouth full. "Saying?"
"Supposedly, in the 1720s, the house was owned by a guy named Isaiah Pickett." He turned the laptop around so Dean could see the article as well. "Legend has it he hung a woman in his backyard for witchcraft – a woman named Maggie Briggs." "Ok..." Dean chewed his burger bite and swallowed. "So an angry ghost witch?" "If it's true" Sam reminded him, taking the laptop back. "And that still doesn't explain what "Murdered Chylde" means." "Or where the bitch is buried" Dean added, slurping down some of his soda next. "You know, I mean, it's a long way back, but I can see if I can find something in the town records" Sam suggested, poking at his salad with the fork. Dean took another chomp out of his burger.
"Worth a shot."
"Dean and Sammy Winchester." Donna Fletcher set a plate of cookies down next to the pitcher of lemonade on her coffee table in the den before taking a seat next to her teenage daughter Katie who was wrapped in a blanket, looking spooked. "How long has it been?" "The summer before 6th grade" Sam reminded her as the two boys took a seat on the opposite couch. "Mmm, I remember." Donna nodded with a smile. "You assigned yourself your own reading list." Dean snorted. "That's right, I forgot about that." He smiled teasingly at Sam. "Nerd."
Sam shot his brother a look and then turned to Katie. "Your mom happens to be the best babysitter we ever had." Katie looked up at her mother who smiled fondly. "Well, when I was a maid at the Mayflower, out on the interstate – long before you were even an idea – their daddy used to pass through town and leave the boys with me while he went off to... work. One time, he was gone for two weeks." "Two weeks" Katie echoed, looking surprised. "Mm-hmm." Donna turned his attention back to the boys. "Oh, he'd always come limping back. He loved you boys." Dean smiled tightly, feeling a squeeze in his lungs at the mention of their father. Katie looked from the brothers to her mother. "Did you know what he did all that time?" "Little Sammy kept trying to tell me." Donna smiled. "Of course, I didn't believe him." Her smiled faded. "Not at first, anyway." Katie looked to Sam questioningly. Sam cleared his throat. "Uh, Katie, our dad, um, happened to be an expert at getting rid of ghosts. And now, so are we." Dean nodded along with this.
"That's why I called them, sweetie" Donna explained. "They can help us." Donna's husband Bud entered the room with three suitcases. "Sounds like you guys got yourself a poltergeist" Dean concluded from what they'd been told on the phone. Bud nodded grimly. "Started a few months after we moved in." "Yeah, first it was, uh, just bumps and knocks and scratches on the walls" Donna picked up where her husband had left off. "And then it started breaking things." "And then it attacked Katie" Sam wanted to know, looking between all three Fletchers. "That was two nights ago" Bud informed them. And then Donna gave their daughter an encouraging smile. "Can you show them honey?" Katie untangled herself from the blanket, stood, and lifted her shirt partway. Carved into her stomach were the words "murdered chylde." Katie lowered her shirt and curled back up on the couch. "Katie, everything's gonna be fine" Dean assured her confidently. "I promise." Turning his attention on Katie's parents he gestured to the suitcases. "Why don't you guys take yourselves a little vacation, and, uh, we'll take care of it." Donna gave them both a grateful smile. "Thank you." After the family had left, the boys were all set to dig into the house's background. But there was one thing Dean needed first.
Food.
~~~
The Patriot Burger was a diner in town that they stopped in for lunch on their way to the motel. While Sam set up shop with his laptop at their table, Dean made his way up to the counter to retrieve their order. "Uh, bacon burger turbo, large chilli-cheese fry, two cokes, uh, and a Health Quake Salad shake?" The teenage boy behind the counter pushed the tray of food towards Dean, looking slightly baffled by the last item. A diner was not usually where one would go in search of a salad. Especially one in the form of a shake. "I know." Dean shrugged, making a face. "It's not mine."
He carried the food back to their table, handing Sam his salad shake and taking a large bite of burger with a blissful smile. Sam drizzled some dressing onto his salad, closed the lid and began to shake it forcefully. Dean stared. When Sam glanced up and caught his eye, Dean gave a dry smile. "Oh, you shake it up, baby." Sam rolled his eyes, opened the lid, stuck his fork in and speared a piece of lettuce. While he chewed, Dean changed the subject to an observation he'd made. "You know, poltergeist aside, Donna looked pretty good, don't you think?" Sam rolled his eyes again. "Dude, don't tell me you've still got the hots for our babysitter." "What?? No" Dean objected instantly, forcing a chuckle. "That would be weird. I'm just saying that she, you know, she – she's – she's doing good. You know, with her husband, her kid. This whole Amityville thing being thrown at them, and they're hanging tough." Sam ate another bite of salad, nodding. "Yeah." "You ever think that you'd want something like that" Dean wondered aloud after a beat. "Wife, rugrats, the whole nine?" He remembered when it had been number one on Sam's list of priorities in his quest for a normal life. But Sam simply shook his head without taking too much time to consider it. "No, not really my thing anymore." He sounded pretty genuine too. "Yeah..." Dean stared off into space, his thoughts lingering on the idea of a wife and children for maybe a millisecond more before snapping himself back to reality, gesturing to Sam's open computer. "What do you got?" "Uh, well, that house of theirs, it's old – really old" Sam explained, tapping a few keys to bring up another page. "Um, hundreds of years. And I found a legend. It’s unconfirmed, but still." Dean took a large bite of his burger, speaking with his mouth full. "Saying?"
"Supposedly, in the 1720s, the house was owned by a guy named Isaiah Pickett." He turned the laptop around so Dean could see the article as well. "Legend has it he hung a woman in his backyard for witchcraft – a woman named Maggie Briggs." "Ok..." Dean chewed his burger bite and swallowed. "So an angry ghost witch?" "If it's true" Sam reminded him, taking the laptop back. "And that still doesn't explain what "Murdered Chylde" means." "Or where the bitch is buried" Dean added, slurping down some of his soda next. "You know, I mean, it's a long way back, but I can see if I can find something in the town records" Sam suggested, poking at his salad with the fork. Dean took another chomp out of his burger.
"Worth a shot."
