The World You Thought You Live In 5/12
Chapter 5
They found Dean with a librarian - pretty little thing but barely legal - their heads stuck together and the girl giggling with blushed cheeks.
Before they left Victor noticed a piece of paper wandering into Dean's pocket. How many numbers could a man get in only a few hours? He briefly wondered if Dean intended to use one of those numbers but decided it was none of his business. However, when Victor spent the evening with Sam and piles of paper and no sign of Dean the answer to that question was clear.
"Which one do you think?" Victor broke the silence. The letters started to swim in front of his eyes.
"What?" Sam stopped typing and peered at him over his laptop.
"Your brother." Victor clarified. "Is he with the secretary from the sheriff's office or with the librarian?"
"Believe me, there are things out there you really don't want to know." Sam rubbed his eyes and shut the laptop. "I don't know about you but I'll hit the hay."
"Shouldn't we wait for Dean?" Under normal circumstances Victor wouldn't bother with another man's whereabouts but there was a homicidal something out there. Granted, Dean was not the killer's victim type but Victor couldn't help he felt a bit uneasy knowing Dean out there alone. Anything could happen. There was a whole world of scary things out there.
But Sam kept calm maybe because he was used to this shit.
"Don't worry." Sam shot him a knowing look. "He's a big boy. He'll be fine. Stumble in around three in the morning a loopy grin on his face and stinking like sex."
The next day Dean slept in. So it was in the early afternoon when they pulled into the barely visibly driveway of the Libbey's property. Apparently they were the first visitors in ages. Mother Nature had made a good job in taking her territory back. Twigs and branches scrapped along the car and with every sound Dean winced.
"That's it." Dean stopped the car. "We walk before I ruin the paintwork completely." He got out of the car and ran an apologizing hand over the hood of his baby. "It's OK, baby. I didn't mean to, I'll make it better as soon as we ganked this son of a bitch. I promise."
"So." Ignoring his brother Sam opened the trunk and handed Victor a duffel bag to hold open for their equipment. "If this Donald Libbey was the serial killer back in the seventies and he suddenly stopped ..."
"No serial killer just stops." Victor interrupted knowing very well that he was lectured or maybe tested. "They only stop when they are no longer able to murder like when they get injured, imprisoned or they die."
"Exactly." Sam snapped a shotgun and dropped it into the bag. Along with a canister of salt, some lighter fluid and two things he called EMF meters. "In our cases they most likely died. And the only way to get rid of them is to find the body and salt'n'burn it." With a grin he closed the hidden compartment.
"I really hope we'll find him in the house." Sam peered around the wilderness. "It'd be a pain in the ass to find a forty year old body in this boondocks."
"Amen to that."
It turned out that in the house would probably be a pain in the ass, too. When they entered the overgrown area which had been a lawn and a gravel parking space they stood a moment in silence.
"Awesome. Old school haunted house." Dean was the first who found his voice. "Think anybody's home?"
Not as big as the Overlook Hotel from The Shining but it got the same vibes. Victor shuddered when he stepped into the shadow of the house.
The door was locked which however was no problem for Dean and his lock pick. A minute later they stood in the lobby. Dry leaves scrunched under Victor's shoes - a window had been shattered - otherwise the room was still furnished as if the owner would be back any minute. He should come back with a big feather duster, though.
"Anne Libbey tried to sell the house a few times but when nobody wanted to buy it she just left it like it was." Sam informed them. He had dropped the bag and handed everybody a shotgun.
"Okay. You two search this level and I look around upstairs. Regroup in half an hour." With the gun in one hand and an EMF meter in the other Dean was half up the stairs before Victor even could think about to protest.
"Little bossy, isn't he?"
"And short." Sam added while he flipped the second meter on. Red lights flashed but leveled down to one or two. If they light all up they would be in trouble, Sam had informed him earlier. Which kind of trouble he hadn't been sure about not even if they were dealing with a ghost or not. But this was their best lead. So Victor took the meter and had an close eye on the lights. Not that the alarm sound wouldn't do the trick.
They would cover more ground if they separate but Victor had seen too many horror movies to even suggest it. He was the rookie here and he had no death wish. And in horror movies the black guy was always the first to die. So no, thank you.
Every time the lights flashed and the meter started to whine Victor startled but Sam was decent enough to not call him on that. Efficiently they swiped through one room after another. The house was build for a big family with a brigade of servants and there were way to many rooms for Victor's liking.
After three regroups Victor was covered in dust, cobwebs and dried mice shit and he had long lost every sense of direction.
"Another study." Sam announced after a quick look around. "Maybe we'll find something worth looking into."
Victor let out a sigh. The most interesting thing they had found so far where a hidden stack of Playboy magazines so old not even Dean found them appealing. So he said. However, he'd picked them up for further investigation.
While Sam went through the desk Victor stood guard his shotgun firm in hand.
"One of the drawers is locked." Sam's head disappeared behind the desk and Victor could hear him working on the lock.
They had no warning at all. One second all was boring silent the next second the meter whined, a woman appeared and Sam crashed into a bookcase.
"Sam!" Victor raised his shotgun and fired at the apparition but the woman flickered out of the line of fire. She was over Sam in a blink hands on his throat. Victor fired again and the woman vanished into thin air. In a second he was at the younger man's side helping him to sit up. Books lay around him but thankfully the shelf itself hadn't crashed down. "You OK?"
Catching his breath Sam gave him a thumbs up.
"So, that was a ghost." Victors brain finally caught up with what just had happened.
"Yeah, but for a Donald it looked a little to feminine." Sam got up and grabbed his shotgun. Somewhere in the house another gun was fired followed by a rumble like big furniture were thrown around.
"Dean!" Sam went of running but didn't even made it to the door. The ghost was back. She grabbed him mid-air and crashed him into the wall.
Despite the fact that she was two heads smaller than Sam she had no problem holding him tight both hands on his throat again. Victor couldn't see her face only her long red hair as she leaned forward to Sam. His defense was already weakening.
A disappointing click reminded Victor that he had already used his two shotgun shells and hadn't bothered reloading. Where was Sam's gun?
Victor dove for the gun Sam had dropped and fired in the general direction of the ghost without even aiming for it. His shot had an echo from the door.
The apparition hadn't fully vanished when Dean dashed through it to get to his brother. Like a rag doll Sam crushed to the floor but Dean was there to at least prevent his head from dashing against the wooden floor.
"Sammy?" The panic in his voice got right through Victor's heart. Sam coughed a few times but nodded reassuringly. Angry red marks blossomed on his skin.
"That was weird." He finally croaked.
Dean sat back on his heels and shook his head. "A ghost tried to choke you to death. Looked pretty normal to me. What's with the choking anyway? You got a kink you didn't tell me but every monster knows about?"
Sam shot him a glare of annoyance. "How many ghost have ever apologized for trying to kill you while they were trying to kill you?"
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