Chapter one Part two
Chapter 1 Part two
Alex, Sam and Dean headed back to their hotel. They conveniently were staying at the same one. Alex entered her room, Leo greeting her the second she got in. "Hey buddy," Alex patted his head. She looked around the room, realizing she didn't actually bring a change of clothes, never mind a work outfit to pretend to be FBI with the boys.
"Hmm." Alex hummed, spinning around, her worn out jeans and simple white tank top changing into a black pencil skirt and a white ruffled top. She smirked looking down at her new outfit. "Still need shoes though." Alex snapped and a pair of black heels appeared on her feet. Using the hair tie she always kept on her wrist, she tied her hair up into a professional bun then looked in the mirror to admire her new look.
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Dean opened the door to their hotel room, turning back to look at Sam, "You coming?"
"Ah.Yea. Hey, you think we can trust Alex?" Sam replied finishing tying his shoe and standing up, ready to leave.
"I dunno. She seems kinda suspicious." Dean said as the brothers left their hotel room and walked down the hall to get Alex. Just as Sam lifted his hand to knock on the door, it opened revealing Alex in her FBI costume. Sam and Dean were actually quite surprised at how well she cleaned up. "Do you smell dog?" Dean sniffed. I hate dogs.
"Ah...No. I don't. Shall we?" Alex glanced over to Leo who was standing by the door before exiting the room. The trio made their way down the hall in silence.
"Shit." Alex stopped.
"What is it?" Sam stopped too, grabbing Dean so he would as well.
"Ah I forgot my fake ID. I'll be right back." Alex started backing away. I don't even have a fake ID. But I can't just make one appear in front of them.
"Oh ok. We taking the same car?"
"If that's alright with you," Alex looked over to Dean, the owner of the beautiful Impala. Her only reply was a grunt. "Meet you there then" Alex sighed heading back to her room.
~At cleaning lady's house~
Alex adjusted her top uncomfortably as they pulled up to the orange and white house. "Alright," Dean started, getting out of the Impala and straightening his suit, "Let us do the talking."
Alex crossed her arms, "Fine." She sighed, "Let's go."
The three walked up to the house and Dean knocked on the door. They introduced themselves as FBI and jumped straight into questioning her.
"What did the room look like when you found it, Mrs.Curry?" Sam questioned.
"Well I already told the local boys," The woman said leaning against the door frame, the screen door still closed. "There was blood......everywhere."
"And Mr.Gibson," Dean pressed, "Where was he?"
"Everywhere." She replied simply. The trio exchanged a look. well.... Alex thought.
"How long have you been cleaning Mr.Gibson's house?" Sam asked, changing the subject.
"Hmm." The woman thought, "About 5 years." She nodded.
"So you knew him pretty well..?" Alex jumps in before Dean can say anything. She took the words right out of my mouth... He thought, giving her a look before turning back to the graying woman.
"Oh, not really well. He was real private." She said looking at Alex then back to Dean, "Not the easiest man. Not that I blame him."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked, a look of confusion on his face.
Mrs.Curry inhaled deeply, "His wife dies in childbirth, daughter hangs herself in the attic 20 years later. I'd be bitter too," She nodded again. "I think I got some pictures," she continued walking away.
Sam and Dean exchanged a look before she returned, "Here"
"Thanks," Dean took the pictures from her as she opened the screen door and stuck her hand out. "Can we keep these?"
"Suit yourself."
"Now, why'd the daughter kill herself?" Sam asked, looking at the pictures.
"Oh I don't know. That was before my time."
"Did you ever notice anything odd in the house when you were cleaning it?" Dean questioned. Ah there it is, Alex thought. Was waiting for them to start asking the real questions.
"Like....?"
"Like, you know, lights going on and off, things not being where you left them?" Yes Dean, just act like that's totally a normal question for a fed, Alex tried not to roll her eyes even though she didn't know how else he could have asked.
"No..." Mrs.Curry shook her head. "Well maybe there was one thing."
"What's that?" Sam narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Well sometimes I thought I heard like a....rustling in the walls." She looked up at Sam.
"Like a rat?" Dean offered.
"Yea."
"Must have been some big sons of guns out there huh?" Dean smirked a little.
"Wouldn't know. Never saw any." The woman shrugged.
"Would you happen to know where Mrs.Gibson and her daughter were buried?" Sam asked. Moose, you ask a lot of questions.
"Ah, they were both cremated."
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"Alright." Sam said as they walked back to Dean's car.
"So it wasn't the mom or the daughter." Alex commented.
"Then whose ghost was it?" Sam asked. So many questions Mr.Moose. Alex smiled, laughing at herself.
"I don't know," Dean answered. "But I say we give that place a real once over and see." Although I don't know if I want Alex tagging along.
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They all went back to the hotel and changed into normal clothes, Alex giving Leo a steak for dinner, before she joined the other two to head back over to the house that night.
"Crap," Dean muttered as they pulled up to the house to see a moving truck there with all the lights on in the house. "So what now?"
"We could tell them the truth?" You took the words straight from my mouth moose.
"Really?" Dean asked turning to his brother.
"No not really." Sam shook his head. Alex snorted.
They sat in silence until they heard a high-pitched scream from inside the house.
"Oh boy." Alex said jumping out of the car and running to the house, the two brothers following closely.
I knew this would happen. Dean thought as he pounded on the door. "We heard screams. What's going on?" He asked going inside the house, Sam and Alex following.
"Oh! You two! Did you touch my daughter?" The father of the house said angrily.
"What?! No." Dean defended himself.