D stared at Samantha for a moment and said, “So you’re telling me that Sharon's family is being ganked par Sharon's ghost from our world?”
Samantha shrugged. “It’s the most plausible thing we could think of.”
“The most plausible?” a dit Dean. “What was the least?”
“Sammy,” D said, “come on, girl, you’ve gotta admit, this whole thing is pretty crazy. ‘Dingo ate my baby’ crazy.”
“So what do toi call this whole damn case?” her sister retorted.
D nodded reluctantly and conceded, “‘Dingo ate my baby’ crazy.”
Sam put in, “Yeah, it’s a stretch, but when toi look at all the facts, it’s the only thing that seems to make sense.”
Dean pursed his lips thoughtfully. “Okay,” he said, holding up his hands to signal for silence while his mind absorbed their proposition, “so let’s say this really is what’s going on. What can we do about it? We can’t even get our own asses out of here. How are we supposed to drag some freaking ghost back with us?”
“Maybe we don’t have to,” Sam a dit thoughtfully. “When we do get back, salting and burning the Bones should be enough to destroy the spirit, no matter where it is.”
“Yeah, well, there’s still that first hurdle toi have to jump,” D pointed out. “Getting back, I mean.”
Sam knitted his brows. “Yeah, I know.”
The lights flickered, threatening to go out entirely as a streak of lighting crackled overhead. A weird orange light filled the section of sky framed par the tiny window. “Wow,” D said.
“This is a weird storm,” Samantha commented.
Sam gazed out the window with a distant look in his hazel eyes. “Yeah, it is,” he said, his voice low and quiet. He clicked on a hyperlink.
“What are toi doing?” asked Dean, coming around to look at the screen. “If she’s from our world, it won’t do any good to look up her info here.”
“Well, maybe I could find something about this Sharon that, with a few changes, might make her a vengeful spirit,” Sam a dit hopefully.
“Phew!” Samantha said. “This should be about as much fun as looking for a needle in a stack of straight pins- it can be done, but not without great difficulty.”
“And a lot of pain,” Dean put in, “at least for that girl in the suivant room if we can’t save her.”
Sam stared at the screen in amazement. “What the hell…?”
Dean looked at him, somewhat offended. “Dude, that’s my line.”
Sam shook his head. “No, really, there’s something here that just doesn’t make any sense.”
His tone was so full of shock that even D came over and crowded her face in with the others to stare at the screen.
“There’s two profiles here for Sharon Walker,” Sam said.
D shrugged. “‘Sharon’ and ‘Walker’ are both pretty common names.”
“No,” Sam said, calling up both profiles in separate windows for a side-by-side comparison. “It’s the same girl. The same birthdate, same age, same height, weight, hair color, eye color- look, there’s even the same photo on her profile. Lives at the same address, in Iola, Kansas, and both attended the local juco- Allen Community College. Both graduated with an Associate’s Degree in Business Administration.”
Dean furrowed his brow. “What the hell…?”
“One major exception,” Sam said. “Uh, no… actually, there’s several. The Sharon Walker we know is shy and reclusive, has very few friends, usually doesn’t go out much, but studies hard and got a 4.0.”
“Sounds like a geek,” Dean said, smirking. “Just your kind of girl, huh, Sammy?”
“The other one’s plus your type, Dean,” Sam said, a grin crossing his face. “Party girl, lots of friends, stays out all night, drinks too much, and barely graduated with a 2.1.”
Dean’s smug grin slowly faded.
“So the two girls were radically different,” Samantha observed. “One of them must be from our world. But what happened to make them so different?”
Sam raised his eyebrows as he scrolled down on the profil for the Sharon from his world. “Oh, wow. Yeah, there’s a major change here. Sounds like our Sharon had a pretty bad life. Her father, Richard, died August 19 of last year. Sharon was actually glad for his death, saying that he had molested her when she was a child, and continuously beat her and her mother until the jour he died.”
Samantha gasped, “Oh, my God…”
“Poor girl,” D whispered.
“August 23,” Sam continued, “Emily Walker died. Sharon again seemed glad, and even a dit she felt free now that both her parents were gone. Oh… Emily was Sharon’s stepmother who adopted her in our world. In this one, Emily was her biological mother.”
“Does it say how Sharon’s real mother died?’’ asked D.
“Yeah, in a car wreck,” Sam answered. “Ten car pile-up.”
D breathed a sigh of relief. “Well, at least we’re not dealing with another Max Miller.”
“How did our Sharon die?” asked Dean, his possessiveness extending into his description of his and Sam’s accueil world and all its natives.
“Suicide,” Sam said. “Stabbed herself in the heart.”
“When was this?” asked Dean.
Sam scrolled down. “Ah… August 24 of last year, estimated around ten o’clock in the morning.” He caught what Dean was getting at, and the two of them exchanged worried looks.
Samantha also picked up on it and looked up at the clock. “That’s less than an heure from now.”
D looked back and forth between the other three. “Okay, what am I missing here?”
“Look at these dates,” Samantha said. “August 19, August 23…”
D nodded in acknowledgement. “Right, yeah, it’s the same for both Sharons. It’s like the ghost is mimicking last year’s murders. toi know, like that James Spader movie about the serial killer that imitated Jack the Ripper.”
Samantha nodded. “Yeah, all the murders were the same times, same dates, even the same types of girls.”
“Except in this case,” D said, “she’s reenacting her own murders.”
“Yeah,” Dean said, “but what I want to know is, why? I mean, Sharon- this Sharon-” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder towards the other hotel room where Sharon was. “-Had a happy life. What, is the ghost just jealous?”
Sam shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Hey, Sam,” Dean said, a new disturbing question filling his head, “how did toi manage to get both profiles, anyway?”
Sam looked even plus mystified than Dean. He hadn’t even stopped to ask himself this question. “I just did a chercher for Sharon Walker and found both of them.”
Samantha reached for the laptop. “Let me look something up, just for a sec, okay?”
Frowning, Sam reluctantly let her take his computer. He leaned over to see what she was doing.
Samantha ran a chercher for “Sam Winchester,” then another chercher for “Dean Winchester.” She stared at the screen in shock. When she looked up at Sam, his eyes were as wide as hers, and his mouth hung open just as far. “I don’t believe it,” Samantha said.
“Yeah, well, I don’t believe any of this,” D piped up. She was sitting on her bed.
“Could toi be a little plus specific?” Dean asked Samantha.
“Your profiles are in the system,” Samantha said, “along with my profil and D’s.”
D and Dean both just stared. “What… the… hell?”
“I don’t…” Samantha began, “it…” She shook her head, completely confused.
“I think…” Sam began. He squinted at the screen. “I think… maybe-”
Samantha looked into his clear, bright hazel eyes, which seemed to montrer that he had some idea of what might be going on. “What?” she asked.
The lights flickered again, and the four of them glanced up as a rumble of thunder shook the room. D looked out the window as a weird streak of purple lightning lit the sky. “Damn, this is one freaky storm! toi guys ever see anything like this?”
The other three crowded around the window and watched as another streak of purple lightning lit the orange sky.
“Yeah, I have, actually,” Sam answered. His voice was low and quiet, his mind quite some distance away. “I think I know what’s going on.”
The others looked at him expectantly.
“We’re sitting in the doorway between the two worlds.”
Samantha shrugged. “It’s the most plausible thing we could think of.”
“The most plausible?” a dit Dean. “What was the least?”
“Sammy,” D said, “come on, girl, you’ve gotta admit, this whole thing is pretty crazy. ‘Dingo ate my baby’ crazy.”
“So what do toi call this whole damn case?” her sister retorted.
D nodded reluctantly and conceded, “‘Dingo ate my baby’ crazy.”
Sam put in, “Yeah, it’s a stretch, but when toi look at all the facts, it’s the only thing that seems to make sense.”
Dean pursed his lips thoughtfully. “Okay,” he said, holding up his hands to signal for silence while his mind absorbed their proposition, “so let’s say this really is what’s going on. What can we do about it? We can’t even get our own asses out of here. How are we supposed to drag some freaking ghost back with us?”
“Maybe we don’t have to,” Sam a dit thoughtfully. “When we do get back, salting and burning the Bones should be enough to destroy the spirit, no matter where it is.”
“Yeah, well, there’s still that first hurdle toi have to jump,” D pointed out. “Getting back, I mean.”
Sam knitted his brows. “Yeah, I know.”
The lights flickered, threatening to go out entirely as a streak of lighting crackled overhead. A weird orange light filled the section of sky framed par the tiny window. “Wow,” D said.
“This is a weird storm,” Samantha commented.
Sam gazed out the window with a distant look in his hazel eyes. “Yeah, it is,” he said, his voice low and quiet. He clicked on a hyperlink.
“What are toi doing?” asked Dean, coming around to look at the screen. “If she’s from our world, it won’t do any good to look up her info here.”
“Well, maybe I could find something about this Sharon that, with a few changes, might make her a vengeful spirit,” Sam a dit hopefully.
“Phew!” Samantha said. “This should be about as much fun as looking for a needle in a stack of straight pins- it can be done, but not without great difficulty.”
“And a lot of pain,” Dean put in, “at least for that girl in the suivant room if we can’t save her.”
Sam stared at the screen in amazement. “What the hell…?”
Dean looked at him, somewhat offended. “Dude, that’s my line.”
Sam shook his head. “No, really, there’s something here that just doesn’t make any sense.”
His tone was so full of shock that even D came over and crowded her face in with the others to stare at the screen.
“There’s two profiles here for Sharon Walker,” Sam said.
D shrugged. “‘Sharon’ and ‘Walker’ are both pretty common names.”
“No,” Sam said, calling up both profiles in separate windows for a side-by-side comparison. “It’s the same girl. The same birthdate, same age, same height, weight, hair color, eye color- look, there’s even the same photo on her profile. Lives at the same address, in Iola, Kansas, and both attended the local juco- Allen Community College. Both graduated with an Associate’s Degree in Business Administration.”
Dean furrowed his brow. “What the hell…?”
“One major exception,” Sam said. “Uh, no… actually, there’s several. The Sharon Walker we know is shy and reclusive, has very few friends, usually doesn’t go out much, but studies hard and got a 4.0.”
“Sounds like a geek,” Dean said, smirking. “Just your kind of girl, huh, Sammy?”
“The other one’s plus your type, Dean,” Sam said, a grin crossing his face. “Party girl, lots of friends, stays out all night, drinks too much, and barely graduated with a 2.1.”
Dean’s smug grin slowly faded.
“So the two girls were radically different,” Samantha observed. “One of them must be from our world. But what happened to make them so different?”
Sam raised his eyebrows as he scrolled down on the profil for the Sharon from his world. “Oh, wow. Yeah, there’s a major change here. Sounds like our Sharon had a pretty bad life. Her father, Richard, died August 19 of last year. Sharon was actually glad for his death, saying that he had molested her when she was a child, and continuously beat her and her mother until the jour he died.”
Samantha gasped, “Oh, my God…”
“Poor girl,” D whispered.
“August 23,” Sam continued, “Emily Walker died. Sharon again seemed glad, and even a dit she felt free now that both her parents were gone. Oh… Emily was Sharon’s stepmother who adopted her in our world. In this one, Emily was her biological mother.”
“Does it say how Sharon’s real mother died?’’ asked D.
“Yeah, in a car wreck,” Sam answered. “Ten car pile-up.”
D breathed a sigh of relief. “Well, at least we’re not dealing with another Max Miller.”
“How did our Sharon die?” asked Dean, his possessiveness extending into his description of his and Sam’s accueil world and all its natives.
“Suicide,” Sam said. “Stabbed herself in the heart.”
“When was this?” asked Dean.
Sam scrolled down. “Ah… August 24 of last year, estimated around ten o’clock in the morning.” He caught what Dean was getting at, and the two of them exchanged worried looks.
Samantha also picked up on it and looked up at the clock. “That’s less than an heure from now.”
D looked back and forth between the other three. “Okay, what am I missing here?”
“Look at these dates,” Samantha said. “August 19, August 23…”
D nodded in acknowledgement. “Right, yeah, it’s the same for both Sharons. It’s like the ghost is mimicking last year’s murders. toi know, like that James Spader movie about the serial killer that imitated Jack the Ripper.”
Samantha nodded. “Yeah, all the murders were the same times, same dates, even the same types of girls.”
“Except in this case,” D said, “she’s reenacting her own murders.”
“Yeah,” Dean said, “but what I want to know is, why? I mean, Sharon- this Sharon-” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder towards the other hotel room where Sharon was. “-Had a happy life. What, is the ghost just jealous?”
Sam shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Hey, Sam,” Dean said, a new disturbing question filling his head, “how did toi manage to get both profiles, anyway?”
Sam looked even plus mystified than Dean. He hadn’t even stopped to ask himself this question. “I just did a chercher for Sharon Walker and found both of them.”
Samantha reached for the laptop. “Let me look something up, just for a sec, okay?”
Frowning, Sam reluctantly let her take his computer. He leaned over to see what she was doing.
Samantha ran a chercher for “Sam Winchester,” then another chercher for “Dean Winchester.” She stared at the screen in shock. When she looked up at Sam, his eyes were as wide as hers, and his mouth hung open just as far. “I don’t believe it,” Samantha said.
“Yeah, well, I don’t believe any of this,” D piped up. She was sitting on her bed.
“Could toi be a little plus specific?” Dean asked Samantha.
“Your profiles are in the system,” Samantha said, “along with my profil and D’s.”
D and Dean both just stared. “What… the… hell?”
“I don’t…” Samantha began, “it…” She shook her head, completely confused.
“I think…” Sam began. He squinted at the screen. “I think… maybe-”
Samantha looked into his clear, bright hazel eyes, which seemed to montrer that he had some idea of what might be going on. “What?” she asked.
The lights flickered again, and the four of them glanced up as a rumble of thunder shook the room. D looked out the window as a weird streak of purple lightning lit the sky. “Damn, this is one freaky storm! toi guys ever see anything like this?”
The other three crowded around the window and watched as another streak of purple lightning lit the orange sky.
“Yeah, I have, actually,” Sam answered. His voice was low and quiet, his mind quite some distance away. “I think I know what’s going on.”
The others looked at him expectantly.
“We’re sitting in the doorway between the two worlds.”
Dean stared at his car, his mouth wide open, unable to speak.
“What?” he a dit shocked. “Baby, what have they done to you?”
“Dean” Sam said, elbowing him and pointing at the entrance of the hospital. Meg came outside and walked towards.
“I saw toi two from the window” she explained.
“Why are toi wearing Cas’ clothes?” Sam asked.
“Long story” Meg replied.
“And what the hell did toi and Cas do with my car?” Dean demanded to know, though part of him wished she wouldn’t answer. Unfortunately she did.
“We fucked” Meg a dit smug. The look on Dean’s face was priceless. “And Cas bled on the front seat. Speaking of Cas, he’s fine. Thanks for asking”
Dean had the courtesy to look ashamed.
“Eh, yeah, I just wanted to ask” he mumbled.
“Follow me” Meg said. “I’ll explain everything inside”
“What?” he a dit shocked. “Baby, what have they done to you?”
“Dean” Sam said, elbowing him and pointing at the entrance of the hospital. Meg came outside and walked towards.
“I saw toi two from the window” she explained.
“Why are toi wearing Cas’ clothes?” Sam asked.
“Long story” Meg replied.
“And what the hell did toi and Cas do with my car?” Dean demanded to know, though part of him wished she wouldn’t answer. Unfortunately she did.
“We fucked” Meg a dit smug. The look on Dean’s face was priceless. “And Cas bled on the front seat. Speaking of Cas, he’s fine. Thanks for asking”
Dean had the courtesy to look ashamed.
“Eh, yeah, I just wanted to ask” he mumbled.
“Follow me” Meg said. “I’ll explain everything inside”
One week later.
Heather was sitting par Meg’s bed. A week had gone par and Meg hadn’t opened her eyes once. The doctor had told her she was not in a coma, but just fast asleep. She would live. It was just a matter of time before she woke up.
Cas was less lucky. Someone had tried to kill him again, but fortunately there was a camera in the room and so the doctors could interfere just in time. Heather couldn’t help but wonder if keeping Cas alive wasn’t just extension of execution.
She felt something soft and cold on her arm and she looked down to see Meg’s finger moving.
“Meg?” she said.
Meg’s eyelids moved and slowly, but surely she opened them.
“Welcome back” Heather sighed relieved.
Meg tried to sit up, but Heather gently pushed her down again.
“Careful” she said. “I’ll go get a doctor” She hurried to the door and walked outside to call a doctor.
Heather was sitting par Meg’s bed. A week had gone par and Meg hadn’t opened her eyes once. The doctor had told her she was not in a coma, but just fast asleep. She would live. It was just a matter of time before she woke up.
Cas was less lucky. Someone had tried to kill him again, but fortunately there was a camera in the room and so the doctors could interfere just in time. Heather couldn’t help but wonder if keeping Cas alive wasn’t just extension of execution.
She felt something soft and cold on her arm and she looked down to see Meg’s finger moving.
“Meg?” she said.
Meg’s eyelids moved and slowly, but surely she opened them.
“Welcome back” Heather sighed relieved.
Meg tried to sit up, but Heather gently pushed her down again.
“Careful” she said. “I’ll go get a doctor” She hurried to the door and walked outside to call a doctor.
Sam was waiting in line in a local snack bar. While he was waiting he watched the news, airing on a flat screen television, hanging on the ceiling.
“The thirty-five an old Zoey Allen has escaped the local hospital of château Rock, Colorado. Allen was brought into the hospital after she got stuck in a fire. Allen is extremely dangerous and wanted for several murders. She might be armed”
The news reader gave a number people could call if they had any kind of information.
Sam walked out of the snack bar and conjured his phone. He quickly dialed Dean’s number.
“Hello?”
“Dean, Zoey escaped” Sam a dit fast.
“What? I thought she was dead” Dean a dit disbelieving.
“Apparently not” Sam said. “Lock your door. Don’t let anyone in”
“I wasn’t going to” Dean a dit and Sam heard him lock the door.
“The thirty-five an old Zoey Allen has escaped the local hospital of château Rock, Colorado. Allen was brought into the hospital after she got stuck in a fire. Allen is extremely dangerous and wanted for several murders. She might be armed”
The news reader gave a number people could call if they had any kind of information.
Sam walked out of the snack bar and conjured his phone. He quickly dialed Dean’s number.
“Hello?”
“Dean, Zoey escaped” Sam a dit fast.
“What? I thought she was dead” Dean a dit disbelieving.
“Apparently not” Sam said. “Lock your door. Don’t let anyone in”
“I wasn’t going to” Dean a dit and Sam heard him lock the door.
