Girl!Sam Season 1 Ep 7 Hookman
Well it's been a while, but I've finally finished the Girl!Sam Hookman episode. I'm not really happy with it, but I didn't much care for the episode anyway, so here it is.
Title: Girl!Sam Season1 Episode7 - Hookman
Author: jayneslilsis - Jen
Rating: Same as episode
Parings: None
Characters: Dean & Girl!Sam
Summary: Sam and Dean tackle the infamous Hookman legend.
AN: I've changed Sam to a girl keeping as much canon as possible. There are a few pics/manips, so dial-up users beware! Please comment if you read.
Theta Sorority, Eastern Iowa University
Lori walked into the bedroom wearing a short denim skirt and a long-sleeved button-up blouse. “Okay, what d’ya think?”
Her roommate, Taylor, looked up from the bed where she was reading a magazine. “Umm…”
Lori frowned. “Oh God…too Martha Stewart?”
Taylor jumped up and walked over to her dresser. She pulled out a red halter-top and handed it to Lori. “Here. Wear this.”
Lori held it up to herself and looked in the mirror. “Umm, I don’t know if this is really me…”
“Lori, there’s a hot chick buried somewhere in there-“
“Okay, okay.” Lori turned away and changed into the halter-top. She turned back to Taylor. “So?”
“Damn girl. He’s not gonna know what hit him.”
Lori smiled and looked in the mirror again. She took a deep breath. “Okay. I think he’s probably downstairs. I’ll see you later.”
Taylor lay back down on the bed and flipped the page of her magazine. Without looking up, she called out to her friend. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“There’s nothing you wouldn’t do.” Lori threw over her shoulder as she closed the door.
Taylor smiled to herself. “That’s true.”
Rich and Lori had been going out for a couple of weeks. She was beautiful, but rather conservative…borderline prudish actually, which wasn’t that surprising if you knew her father. So Rich had been pleasantly surprised by her outfit when he arrived to pick her up. He’d been taking things slow because she was worth the time and effort, but he was starting to get impatient. He stopped the car underneath the railroad tracks by 9 Mile Road.
“I thought we were going to the party.” Lori said as he put the car in park.
“Well, we can’t arrive on time.” Rich smirked.
“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you brought me here on purpose.” Lori teased.
Rich feigned shock. “What? I’m offended.”
“Yeah, I’m sure.” Lori said sarcastically. She leaned across the armrest and met Rich halfway for a kiss. Her cell phone rang, disrupting the mood. Lori reluctantly broke away and glanced at the caller ID. It read Dad Calling.
“You wanna get that?” Rich asked.
“Definitely not.” She turned the ringer off and smiled as Rich leaned back in for a kiss. He reached out and slipped his hand under her halter strap. She leaned back and pushed his hand away. “No.”
Rich smiled. “It’s okay.”
Lori was still a bit uncomfortable, but his smile won her over. He kissed along her jawline and put his hand back under her strap. She frowned and pulled away. “Hey, I mean it.”
They were interrupted by a sudden loud screeching noise. Lori looked around. “What was that?”
“I don’t know.”
They heard the sound again. It was like nails on a chalkboard, but worse…much worse.
Rich looked concerned. “What is that?” He opened the car door to get out.
Lori grabbed his arm. “No! Rich, no!”
Rich pried her hand away. “It’s okay. Just wait here.” To Lori’s horror, he got out of the car and shut the door. Rich walked to the front of the car and looked around. He heard the screeching sound again and turned to see a long scratch being made on the side of his car. “What the hell?”
Lori was really nervous now. “Rich, let’s go!” Just then, the back tire blew out. She screamed and twisted around in her seat as the back window shattered. “Rich?” She looked around, but Rich was not outside. “Rich!” She rolled up the windows and locked the doors. “Rich, where are you?”
Lori suddenly heard scratching and banging on the roof. She screamed and slid into the floorboard. After a minute or so, the noise stopped. Lori was breathing heavily. “Okay, okay.” She got out of the car and started to run down the road, away from the car. An odd feeling made her stop and when she turned around, she saw Rich. He was suspended from the railroad tracks, upside down, above his car. One hand dangled down to the roof of the car. Lori screamed.
Sam was on a payphone at an outdoor café. “Alright, thank you for your time.” She hung up and walked back to the table. Dean was working at the laptop.
“Your, uh, half-caf, double vanilla latte is gettin’ cold over here, sweetheart.” Dean teased.
Sam sat down across from him. “Bite me.”
Things were back to normal between them and Dean was very happy he didn’t have to use his Sammi-filter anymore. Teasing was only fun if it didn’t actually hurt the other person. “So, anything?”
Sam shook her head. “I had ‘em check the FBI’s Missing Persons Data Bank. No John Doe’s fitting Dad’s description. I even ran his plates for traffic violations.”
“Sam, I’m tellin’ ya, I don’t think Dad wants to be found.” Sam couldn’t help looking disappointed. “Check this out.” He showed her an article on the computer about Rich’s death. “It’s a news item out of Planes Courier. Ankeny, Iowa. It’s only about a hundred miles from here.”
Sam read the article aloud. “The mutilated body was found near the victim’s car, parked on 9 Mile Road.”
“Keep reading.”
“Authorities are unable to provide a realistic description of the killer. The sole eyewitness, whose name has been withheld, is quoted as saying the attacker was invisible.”
“Could be something interesting.”
“Or it could be nothing at all. One freaked out witness who didn’t see anything? Doesn’t mean it’s the Invisible Man.”
“But what if it is?” Dean argued. “Dad would check it out.”
Sam and Dean pulled up in front of the fraternity where Rich had lived. Some of the frat brothers were outside working on a car and looked up as they got out of the Impala.
Sam leaned toward Dean and whispered. “One more time, why are we here?”
“Victim lived here.” Dean whispered back. He walked up to the guys fixing the car. “Nice wheels.” They looked at him strangely. “I’m your fraternity brother…from Ohio. This is my sister. We’re new in town…transfers. I’m looking for a place to stay.”
A shirtless frat boy in yellow shorts was standing in front of a wardrobe mirror painting his face and body purple. Dean knocked on his open door.
“Who are you?”
“I’m your new roommate. And this is my sister.” He smiled and walked over to the guy.
The guy held the brush and paint can out to Dean. “Do me a favor? Get my back. Big game today.”
Dean pointed to Sam. “She’s the artist. Things she can do with a brush.” Sam glared at her brother but took the brush and can. Dean sat down in a chair and picked up a magazine. “So.” He looked at the name on the magazine. “Murph. Is it true?”
Murph had been discreetly admiring Sam in the mirror. “What?”
“We heard one of the guys around here got killed last week.”
Murph’s mood visibly damped at the reminder of his dead frat brother. “Yeah.”
”What happened?” Sam asked.
“They’re saying some psycho with a knife. Maybe a drifter passing through. Rich was a good guy.”
Sam tried not to think about what she was doing as she smeared purple paint across the back of Murph’s neck. “Rich, he was with somebody?”
“Not just somebody. Lori Sorensen.”
“Who’s Lori Sorensen?” Dean kept a straight face as he pointed at Murph and addressed Sam. “You missed a spot. Just down there...on the back.” Sam shot her brother another annoyed look and Dean grinned.
“Lori’s a freshman. She’s a local. Super hot. And get this: she’s a reverend’s daughter.”
“You wouldn’t happen to know which church, would ya?”
Rev. Sorensen addressed his congregation. “Our hearts go out to the family of the young man who perished. And my personal prayers of thanks go out as well because I believe he died trying to protect my daughter.” Lori looked embarrassed. “And now, as time heals all our wounds, we should reflect on what this tragedy means to us, as a church-”
Sam and Dean entered the sanctuary and the door slammed behind them. The congregation went silent and turned to look at them.
Rev. Sorenson continued. “…as a community, and as a family. The loss of a young person is particularly tragic. A life unlived is the saddest of passings.”
Sam and Dean sat down. Lori looked back at them, and Sam smiled weakly in apology.
“So, please, let us pray. For peace, for guidance, and for the power to protect our children.” The congregation all bowed their heads in prayer, except Dean. Sam nudged him with her elbow, and Dean, noticing everyone else, bowed his head as well.
Lori stood outside next to Taylor after the service was over. “I can’t. It’s Sunday night.”
“It’s just us girls.” Taylor argued. “We’re gonna do tequila shots and watch Reality Bites.”
“My dad makes dinner every Sunday night.” Lori reminded her friend.
“Come on, Lori. I know this has been hard, but you are allowed to have fun.”
“I’ll try.” Lori conceded.
Taylor rolled her eyes. “Okay.” They hugged and Taylor left.
Sam and Dean walked up to her. “Are you Lori?” Sam asked.
“Yeah.”
“My name is Sam. This is my brother, Dean.”
Dean waved. “Hi.”
“We just transferred here to the university.”
Lori smiled. “I saw you inside.”
“We don’t wanna bother you. We just heard about what happened and...” Sam trailed off as she couldn’t remember what she was supposed to say.
“We wanted to say how sorry we were.” Dean finished.
Sam recovered. “I kind of know what you’re going through. I-I saw someone...get hurt once. It’s something you don’t forget.”
Lori nodded slightly as Rev. Sorensen walked up to them. “Dad, um, this is Sam and Dean. They’re new students.”
Dean shook the reverend’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir. I must say, that was an inspiring sermon.”
“Thank you very much. It’s so nice to find young people who are open to the Lord’s message.”
Dean chuckled. “Listen, uh, we’re new in town, actually.” He led Rev. Sorensen away from Sam and Lori. “And, uh, we were looking for a, um, a church group.”
Sam turned back to Lori. “Tell me, Lori. What are the police saying?”
“Well, they don’t have a lot to go on. I think they blame me for that.”
“What do you mean?”
“My story. I was so scared…I guess I was seeing things”.
“That doesn’t mean it wasn’t real.” Sam replied.
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Title: Girl!Sam Season1 Episode7 - Hookman
Author: jayneslilsis - Jen
Rating: Same as episode
Parings: None
Characters: Dean & Girl!Sam
Summary: Sam and Dean tackle the infamous Hookman legend.
AN: I've changed Sam to a girl keeping as much canon as possible. There are a few pics/manips, so dial-up users beware! Please comment if you read.
Theta Sorority, Eastern Iowa University
Lori walked into the bedroom wearing a short denim skirt and a long-sleeved button-up blouse. “Okay, what d’ya think?”
Her roommate, Taylor, looked up from the bed where she was reading a magazine. “Umm…”
Lori frowned. “Oh God…too Martha Stewart?”
Taylor jumped up and walked over to her dresser. She pulled out a red halter-top and handed it to Lori. “Here. Wear this.”
Lori held it up to herself and looked in the mirror. “Umm, I don’t know if this is really me…”
“Lori, there’s a hot chick buried somewhere in there-“
“Okay, okay.” Lori turned away and changed into the halter-top. She turned back to Taylor. “So?”
“Damn girl. He’s not gonna know what hit him.”
Lori smiled and looked in the mirror again. She took a deep breath. “Okay. I think he’s probably downstairs. I’ll see you later.”
Taylor lay back down on the bed and flipped the page of her magazine. Without looking up, she called out to her friend. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“There’s nothing you wouldn’t do.” Lori threw over her shoulder as she closed the door.
Taylor smiled to herself. “That’s true.”
Rich and Lori had been going out for a couple of weeks. She was beautiful, but rather conservative…borderline prudish actually, which wasn’t that surprising if you knew her father. So Rich had been pleasantly surprised by her outfit when he arrived to pick her up. He’d been taking things slow because she was worth the time and effort, but he was starting to get impatient. He stopped the car underneath the railroad tracks by 9 Mile Road.
“I thought we were going to the party.” Lori said as he put the car in park.
“Well, we can’t arrive on time.” Rich smirked.
“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you brought me here on purpose.” Lori teased.
Rich feigned shock. “What? I’m offended.”
“Yeah, I’m sure.” Lori said sarcastically. She leaned across the armrest and met Rich halfway for a kiss. Her cell phone rang, disrupting the mood. Lori reluctantly broke away and glanced at the caller ID. It read Dad Calling.
“You wanna get that?” Rich asked.
“Definitely not.” She turned the ringer off and smiled as Rich leaned back in for a kiss. He reached out and slipped his hand under her halter strap. She leaned back and pushed his hand away. “No.”
Rich smiled. “It’s okay.”
Lori was still a bit uncomfortable, but his smile won her over. He kissed along her jawline and put his hand back under her strap. She frowned and pulled away. “Hey, I mean it.”
They were interrupted by a sudden loud screeching noise. Lori looked around. “What was that?”
“I don’t know.”
They heard the sound again. It was like nails on a chalkboard, but worse…much worse.
Rich looked concerned. “What is that?” He opened the car door to get out.
Lori grabbed his arm. “No! Rich, no!”
Rich pried her hand away. “It’s okay. Just wait here.” To Lori’s horror, he got out of the car and shut the door. Rich walked to the front of the car and looked around. He heard the screeching sound again and turned to see a long scratch being made on the side of his car. “What the hell?”
Lori was really nervous now. “Rich, let’s go!” Just then, the back tire blew out. She screamed and twisted around in her seat as the back window shattered. “Rich?” She looked around, but Rich was not outside. “Rich!” She rolled up the windows and locked the doors. “Rich, where are you?”
Lori suddenly heard scratching and banging on the roof. She screamed and slid into the floorboard. After a minute or so, the noise stopped. Lori was breathing heavily. “Okay, okay.” She got out of the car and started to run down the road, away from the car. An odd feeling made her stop and when she turned around, she saw Rich. He was suspended from the railroad tracks, upside down, above his car. One hand dangled down to the roof of the car. Lori screamed.
Sam was on a payphone at an outdoor café. “Alright, thank you for your time.” She hung up and walked back to the table. Dean was working at the laptop.
“Your, uh, half-caf, double vanilla latte is gettin’ cold over here, sweetheart.” Dean teased.
Sam sat down across from him. “Bite me.”
Things were back to normal between them and Dean was very happy he didn’t have to use his Sammi-filter anymore. Teasing was only fun if it didn’t actually hurt the other person. “So, anything?”
Sam shook her head. “I had ‘em check the FBI’s Missing Persons Data Bank. No John Doe’s fitting Dad’s description. I even ran his plates for traffic violations.”
“Sam, I’m tellin’ ya, I don’t think Dad wants to be found.” Sam couldn’t help looking disappointed. “Check this out.” He showed her an article on the computer about Rich’s death. “It’s a news item out of Planes Courier. Ankeny, Iowa. It’s only about a hundred miles from here.”
Sam read the article aloud. “The mutilated body was found near the victim’s car, parked on 9 Mile Road.”
“Keep reading.”
“Authorities are unable to provide a realistic description of the killer. The sole eyewitness, whose name has been withheld, is quoted as saying the attacker was invisible.”
“Could be something interesting.”
“Or it could be nothing at all. One freaked out witness who didn’t see anything? Doesn’t mean it’s the Invisible Man.”
“But what if it is?” Dean argued. “Dad would check it out.”
Sam and Dean pulled up in front of the fraternity where Rich had lived. Some of the frat brothers were outside working on a car and looked up as they got out of the Impala.
Sam leaned toward Dean and whispered. “One more time, why are we here?”
“Victim lived here.” Dean whispered back. He walked up to the guys fixing the car. “Nice wheels.” They looked at him strangely. “I’m your fraternity brother…from Ohio. This is my sister. We’re new in town…transfers. I’m looking for a place to stay.”
A shirtless frat boy in yellow shorts was standing in front of a wardrobe mirror painting his face and body purple. Dean knocked on his open door.
“Who are you?”
“I’m your new roommate. And this is my sister.” He smiled and walked over to the guy.
The guy held the brush and paint can out to Dean. “Do me a favor? Get my back. Big game today.”
Dean pointed to Sam. “She’s the artist. Things she can do with a brush.” Sam glared at her brother but took the brush and can. Dean sat down in a chair and picked up a magazine. “So.” He looked at the name on the magazine. “Murph. Is it true?”
Murph had been discreetly admiring Sam in the mirror. “What?”
“We heard one of the guys around here got killed last week.”
Murph’s mood visibly damped at the reminder of his dead frat brother. “Yeah.”
”What happened?” Sam asked.
“They’re saying some psycho with a knife. Maybe a drifter passing through. Rich was a good guy.”
Sam tried not to think about what she was doing as she smeared purple paint across the back of Murph’s neck. “Rich, he was with somebody?”
“Not just somebody. Lori Sorensen.”
“Who’s Lori Sorensen?” Dean kept a straight face as he pointed at Murph and addressed Sam. “You missed a spot. Just down there...on the back.” Sam shot her brother another annoyed look and Dean grinned.
“Lori’s a freshman. She’s a local. Super hot. And get this: she’s a reverend’s daughter.”
“You wouldn’t happen to know which church, would ya?”
Rev. Sorensen addressed his congregation. “Our hearts go out to the family of the young man who perished. And my personal prayers of thanks go out as well because I believe he died trying to protect my daughter.” Lori looked embarrassed. “And now, as time heals all our wounds, we should reflect on what this tragedy means to us, as a church-”
Sam and Dean entered the sanctuary and the door slammed behind them. The congregation went silent and turned to look at them.
Rev. Sorenson continued. “…as a community, and as a family. The loss of a young person is particularly tragic. A life unlived is the saddest of passings.”
Sam and Dean sat down. Lori looked back at them, and Sam smiled weakly in apology.
“So, please, let us pray. For peace, for guidance, and for the power to protect our children.” The congregation all bowed their heads in prayer, except Dean. Sam nudged him with her elbow, and Dean, noticing everyone else, bowed his head as well.
Lori stood outside next to Taylor after the service was over. “I can’t. It’s Sunday night.”
“It’s just us girls.” Taylor argued. “We’re gonna do tequila shots and watch Reality Bites.”
“My dad makes dinner every Sunday night.” Lori reminded her friend.
“Come on, Lori. I know this has been hard, but you are allowed to have fun.”
“I’ll try.” Lori conceded.
Taylor rolled her eyes. “Okay.” They hugged and Taylor left.
Sam and Dean walked up to her. “Are you Lori?” Sam asked.
“Yeah.”
“My name is Sam. This is my brother, Dean.”
Dean waved. “Hi.”
“We just transferred here to the university.”
Lori smiled. “I saw you inside.”
“We don’t wanna bother you. We just heard about what happened and...” Sam trailed off as she couldn’t remember what she was supposed to say.
“We wanted to say how sorry we were.” Dean finished.
Sam recovered. “I kind of know what you’re going through. I-I saw someone...get hurt once. It’s something you don’t forget.”
Lori nodded slightly as Rev. Sorensen walked up to them. “Dad, um, this is Sam and Dean. They’re new students.”
Dean shook the reverend’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir. I must say, that was an inspiring sermon.”
“Thank you very much. It’s so nice to find young people who are open to the Lord’s message.”
Dean chuckled. “Listen, uh, we’re new in town, actually.” He led Rev. Sorensen away from Sam and Lori. “And, uh, we were looking for a, um, a church group.”
Sam turned back to Lori. “Tell me, Lori. What are the police saying?”
“Well, they don’t have a lot to go on. I think they blame me for that.”
“What do you mean?”
“My story. I was so scared…I guess I was seeing things”.
“That doesn’t mean it wasn’t real.” Sam replied.
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