Against Time (3rd book in Winchester Girl)

Talk About A Sandwich

Mary's POV
I was sitting on a bench with Ricky and Dean as we ate lunch I finished my hot dog along with the fries, I was eating. "Yep. I got it. Okay, bye." Dean said getting off the phone with Bobby . "So?" I asked as Sam and Kara walked out of the college. "So, the professor doesn't know crap." Sam said. "Shocking." Ricky said. "Pack your panties, guys, we're hitting the road." Dean said. "What? What's up?" Kara asked. "That was Bobby. Some banker guy blew his head off in Ohio and he thinks there's a spirit involved." Dean said. "So you two were talking a case?" I asked. "No, we were actually talking about our feelings. And then our favourite boy bands. Yeah, we were talking a case!" Dean yelled at me. "So a spirit, what?" Sam asked. "Yeah, the banker was talking about some sort of electrical problems at his pad for like a week. Phone was going haywire, computer was flipping on and off." Dean said. "Huh." Kara said. "This is not ringing your bell?" Dean asked. "Well, sure, yeah. But, Dean, we're already on a case." Sam said. "Whose?" Ricky and I asked. "Dean's." Kara said. "Right. Yeah. Well, you coulda fooled me." Dean said. "What the hell else have we been doing lately other than trying to break your deal?" I asked. "Chasing our tails, that's what. Guys, we've talked to every professor, witch, soothsayer and two bit carny act in the lower 48. Nobody knows squat! And we can't find Bela, we can't find the Colt. So until we actually find something, I'd like to do my job." Dean said. "Well there's one thing we haven't tried yet." Sam suggested. "No." Dean said. "We should summon Ruby and Crystal." Kara said. "I'm not gonna have this fight with you two." Dean said. "They said they know how to save you." Sam said. "Well, they can't." Dean said. "Oh really, you know that for sure?" Kara asked. "I do." Dean said. "How?" Ricky and I asked. "Because they told me, okay!" Dean said. "What?" Sam and Kara asked. "They told me. Flat out. They can't save me, nobody can." Dean said. "And you just somehow neglected to mention this to us?" I asked. "Well, I really don't care what those bitches think and neither should you guys." Dean said. "So what, now you're keeping secrets from us, Dean?" Kara asked. "You really wanna talk about who's keeping secrets from who?" Dean asked. Sam and Kara started walking away. "Now where you going?" I asked them. "Guess we're going to Ohio." Sam said. We were now in the house where the guy died. "I found him there." Mrs. Waters said. "Why don't you tell us everything you saw, Mrs. Waters." Ricky said. "You mean beside my dead husband?" Mrs. Waters asked us bitterly. "Just everything else you saw. Please." I said. "Blood. Everywhere. The phone was ripped from the wall, his favourite scotch on the desk, what else could you possibly want to know?" Mrs. Waters said shrugging. "Why was the phone ripped from the wall?" Kara asked. "I don't know." Mrs. Waters said. "You mind if I take a look?" Sam asked. "I already went over this with the other detectives." Mrs. Waters said. "We'll be out of your hair in no time, ma'am." Dean said. "Ma'am, what time did your husband die?" Sam asked. "Sometime after 11." Mrs. Waters said sighing. "What about strange phone calls? Receive any of those lately, weird interference, static, anything like that?" I asked. "No." She said defensively. "Mrs Waters, withholding information from the police is a capital offence." Dean said, no it wasn't. Sam loudly cleared his throat. "In some parts of the world I'm sure." Dean said. "A couple of weeks ago, uh....there was this..." Mrs. Waters said trailing off. "This what?" Kara asked. "I woke up one morning, I heard Ben in his study. I thought he was talking to a woman." Mrs. Waters said. "What made you think that?" Sam asked. "Because he kept calling her Linda. The thing is, I picked up the other line and nobody was there, Ben was talking to nobody." Mrs. Waters said. "There was nothing?" I asked. "Just static." Mrs. Waters said. "Did you ever speak to Ben about this phone call?" Ricky asked. "No. I should have but...no." Mrs. Waters said. "Did he ever say who Linda was?" Kara asked. "What difference does it make, there was nobody on the other end!" Mrs. Waters yelled getting upset we all shared a look. We were now in the motel I was reading Percy Jackson, it was really good. Ricky was reading Twilight again he thought Carlisle Cullen and Jasper Hale would both be hot and I couldn't disagree. "Linda's a babe. Or, was." Dean said. "Did you find her?" Kara asked. "Yeah, Linda Bateman. She and Ben Waters were high school sweethearts." Dean read. "So what happened?" Sam asked. "Drunk driver hit them head on. Ben walked away." Dean said. "So, what then? Dead flame calls to chat?" Ricky asked. "You would think, but Linda was cremated. So why's she still floating around?" Dean said. "Sounds like scammers." I said turning a page. "Mae could be right, what about that, uh, caller I.D?" Dean asked them. "Turns out, it's a phone number." Sam said showing us a thing that looked like a number back when phones had cranks. "No phone number I've ever seen." Dean said. "Yeah, 'cause it's about a century old, back from when phones had cranks." I said. "So why use that number to reach out and touch someone?" Ricky asked. "You got me, but we should put a trace on it." Kara said. "Well how the hell are we going to put a trace on something that's over 100 years old?" Dean asked. "Phone company." I said. We were now walking to the basement in the phone company. "We don't get many folks from HQ down here." The man said. "Yes well the main office mentioned that there would be a lunch." Kara said holding my hand pretending to be my older sister. "Well I'm sure we can arrange something. The man you wanna be speaking to is right this way. I know, sorry. We've got something of a hygiene issue down here if you ask me." Man said as I was swatting a fly away. We walked in an basement office. "Stewie? What did I tell you about keeping this place clean." The man said. A man at the computer, Stewie probably, was trying to close ads for porn sites. "Spam mail...spam mail..." Stewie said. "Stewie Myers. Mr. Campbell, Mr. Raimi, Miss. Hart, Olivia, and Mr. Kendrick." The man said. "I don't know how all this got here..." Stewie trailed off shocked. The man flicked the back of Stewie's head. "From headquarters?" The man questioned and Stewie turned around shocked in his swivel chair. "Give these gentlemen and ladies whatever they need." The man said. "Yeah." Stewie said. The man left. "So can I help you?" Stewie asked us. "Is that, ahhh, BustyAsianBeauties.com?" Dean asked smirking. "No." Stewie said quickly. "Oh, me so horny." A woman said and it was the site. "Maybe." Stewie said blushing. "A word to the wise? Platinum membership? Worth every penny." Dean said nodding. "Right, anyway. We're here to trace a number?" I asked handing Stewie the paper. "Where did you get this?" Stewie asked. "Off caller I.D." Kara said. "Oh no, that's impossible." Stewie said. "It hasn't been used in a few years, we know." Ricky said. "A few years? It's prehistoric. Trust me, nobody is using this number anymore." Stewie said. "Sure. Could you run it anyway?" Sam asked. "Sure. Why don't I just rearrange my whole life first." Stewie said snarky. The five of us shared a look and I leaned closer. "Listen, uh, Stewie. You got like six kinds of employee code violations down here, not to mention the sickening porn that is clogging up your hard drive. Now when my sister's partner says run the number, I suggest you run the number." I said and flashed my eyes purple scaring him. "Okay, whatever, jeez just please don't do that eye thing again." Stewie said and typed the thing in the computer. "Holy crap." He said seeing a long list. "What?" Sam asked. "I can't tell you where the number comes from, but I can tell you where it's been going." Stewie said. "What do you mean?" I asked and Stewie hit the print button and the list printed out. "Ten different number in the past few weeks, all got calls from the same number." Stewie said. "Thanks." Ricky said. "So, are we done here? Cause I was....sort of...busy?" Stewie said. "Right." Dean said smirking. I was with Ricky as we questioned an old lady. "So you've been having a phone conversation with your husband?" I asked as she set down cookie and some tea. "Yes it's as lovely as when we first married he still wants me after all these years." She said and then went into detail about the phone sex. "Thank you ma'am." Ricky said and we left as fast as we could. "I think I'm gonna be sick." I said. "Same." Ricky said his phone rang and he had it on speaker. "Yeah?" He asked. "What'd you two get?" Sam asked. "Dude, this thing has been calling people all over town." I said. "Yeah, tell us about it." Kara said. "Ricky and I just talked to an 84 year old grandmother who's having phone sex with her husband, who died in Korea!" I said. "Ew." The three of them said. "It redefined my understanding of the word Necrophilia." Ricky said once we were in a rental car. "So what the hell's going on here, guys?" Dean asked. "Beats us, but we'd better find out soon. This place is turning into spook central." I said. "Yeah. All right, we'll call you guys later." Sam said. "Kay." We said and hung up his phone rang again right away. "Yeah?" Ricky asked it on speaker. "Rick." I heard a male voice, I've never heard before, say but it looked like Ricky knew that voice. "Dad?" Ricky asked. I was shocked, Ricky's dad got killed on a hunt he helped my dad on. "Son it's good to hear you, I hear your working with the Winchester's." He said. "Uh yeah." He said. "Well I'll call you again." He said and hung up. Ricky and I looked at each other. "You can't be serious." I said. "I don't know Mae." He said. We got the motel and walked in. "Dean got a call from dad." Sam informed. "I got a call from my dad." Ricky said. "Dad? You really think it was Dad?" I asked Dean. "I don't know, maybe." Dean said. "Well what did he sound like?" Kara asked. "Like Oprah! Like Dad, he sounded like Dad, what do you think?" Dean said. "What did he say?" Sam asked. "My name." Dean said. "Mine said my name, and that he knew I was working with you guys." Ricky said. "Mine the call dropped out." Dean said. "Why would he even call in the first place, Dean?" I asked. "I don't know, guys. Why are ghosts calling anybody in this town? But I mean, other people are hearing from their loved ones, why can't we? It's at least a possibility, right?" Dean said. "Yeah, I guess?" Kara said. "Okay, so what if....what if it really is Dad and Ricky's dad? What happens if they call back?" Dean asked. "I'm not answering." Ricky said. "What do you mean?" Sam asked. "What do I say?" Dean asked. "Hello." I said. "Hello? That's what you come back with." Dean said to me. I shrugged. It was later and I was lying my head on Ricky's lap. "Find anything?" Ricky asked Sam. "After three hours I have found no reason why anything supernatural would be going on here." Sam said. "Well, you know, you think a Stanford education and a high school hook up rate of zero point zero would produce better results than that." I joked. "Hilarious." Sam said rolling his eyes but smiled at me. "Sammy, you're just looking in the wrong places, pal." Dean said walking in. "And what are the right places, Dean?" Kara asked. "Motel pamphlet rack." Dean said and I got up and looked at them. "Milan, Ohio. Birthplace of Thomas Edison." I read one. "Yeah, right. So what?" Ricky asked. "Keep reading." Dean said I flipped through and saw he tried communicating with the dead. "You're kidding?" I asked. He shook his head no. "Worth a shot." Ricky said. We were now at the museum. "And we're walking. And, here we have one of the museum's most unique and treasured possessions. Thomas Edison's spirit phone. Did you know that Mr. Edison, as well as being one of America's most beloved inventors, was also a devout occultist? Ooh! He spent years working on this, his final invention, which he was convinced could be used to communicate with the dead. Pretty spooky, huh? And we're walking. We are walking. We're walking. And we're not touching that. And we're walking. And stop." The lady said. We didn't follow, that lady was too perky for me. Sam took out his EMF meter. "Anything?" Dean asked. "Nothing." Sam said. "What do you think?" Dean asked us confused. "Honestly? It kinda looks like an old pile of junk to me." I said. "It's not even plugged in." Ricky commented. "Maybe it didn't work like that." Kara said. "Okay. Maybe it's like a radio tower, broadcasting the dead all over town." I said. "Could be." Sam said. "You know, this caller I.D. is 100 years old, right? Right around the time this thing was built." Ricky said. "Yeah, but why would it all of a sudden start working now?" Dean asked. "Don't know. But as long as the mouldy are calling the freshers around here it's the best reason we've got." Ricky said. "Yeah, maybe." Sam said. "So maybe it really is Dad." Dean said. "I doubt it, the man barley called when he was alive why now does he chat when he's dead." I said. It was now the next day I went with Sam to see this girl, Lanie, who is having a computer conversation with her dead mom. "Lanie this is my little sister." He said. I waved. "Hi." Lanie said she explained what happened and I calmed her down and told her everything will be fine. We walked back in the motel room and Ricky was eating animal crackers and drinking apple juice, Kara was trying to stop Dean who was typing quickly on the laptop. "What's up?" Ricky asked. "That girl Lanie, her Mom's ghost spooked her out pretty bad last night." Sam said. "That sucks." Kara said. "Yeah it does. What are you doing?" I asked Dean. "I think Dad's right. I think the demon is here. Check it out." Dean said showing us the laptop and we looked at what he found. "What is this, weather reports?" Sam asked. "Omens. Demonic omens. Electrical storms everywhere we've been for the past two weeks." Kara said. "Ahh... I don't remember any lightning storms." I said. "Well, I don't remember you studying meteorology as a little kid either. But I'm telling you, that bastard's been tailing me... wearing some poor dude's meat." Dean said. "And it's following you because..." Ricky trailed off not knowing what to say. "I guess I'm big game, you know. My ass is too sweet to let outta sight." Dean said. "Okay. Sure." Sam said. "Don't get too excited, guys. Might pull something." Dean said taking the laptop back. "Dean, look, I wanna believe this man, I really do." I said. "Then believe it! if we get this sucker, it's Miller Time." Dean said. "Yeah, that's another thing. John rattles off an exorcism that can kill a demon? I mean not just send it back to hell, but kill it?" Kara asked. "I've checked it out. This is heavy duty Dark Ages. Fifteenth century." Dean said. "Yeah, we've checked on it too Dean. And so did Bobby, Hades, and Persephone." Ricky said. "Okay, and?" Dean asked us. "Look. It definitely is an exorcism, okay, there's just no evidence it can kill a demon." Sam said. "No evidence it can't." Dean said. "Dean maybe you just need to think for a minute." I said. "Hey, as far as I'm aware the only one of us who has actually been to hell is Dad. And maybe he picked up a couple of tricks down there, like which exorcisms work." Dean said. "Maybe you should listen to the two rulers of hell." I said quietly so no one heard. "Maybe it does. I hope it does too, but we gotta be sure." Kara said. "Why aren't we sure?" Dean asked. "Cause we don't know what's going on around here Dean! I mean, some guy blows his brains out, a little girl is scared out of her wits." I said. "Wow, a couple of civvies are freaked out by some ghosts. News flash Mae, people are supposed to be freaked out by ghosts!" Dean said. "Dad tell you where to find the demon?" Sam asked. "I'm waiting on the call!" Dean yelled. "I told Lanie I'd stop by." Sam said. "I'll go with you." I said. "Oh, good yeah. No you go hang out with jail bait. Just, uh, watch out for Chris Hansen. Meanwhile I'll be here getting ready to, you know, save my life. You're unbelievable, you know that? I mean for months we've been trying to break this demon deal. Now Dad's about to give us the freaking address and you can't accept it? The man is dead and you're still butting heads with the guy!" Dean said, okay he struck a nerve. I went up to my older brother and promptly punched him down shocking everyone in the room. "There is no proof that the Damn exorcism works and I don't want you getting killed the demon might not even be here." I said. Dean got up his nose bleeding and a bleeding lip. I walked out to the rental car and Sam got in and drove to Lanie's house we got out and Lanie let us in. "Have you told your father about any of this?" I asked. "And bother him at work? No. He wouldn't believe me anyway, he'd just chuck me into therapy." Lanie said. "So what did your mother say?" Sam asked. "She wanted to see me. So at first I thought I was supposed to go to the cemetery." Lanie said. "Did you?" I asked. "Nothing happened. But then she started asking me to do other things." Lanie said. "What other things?" Sam asked. "Bad things." Lanie said. "Lanie please. Tell us what happened, it's very important." I said. "Mom told me to go to Dad's medicine cabinet." Lanie said. "And?" Sam asked. "She wanted me to take his sleeping pills, take all of his sleeping pills." Lanie said. "She wanted you to kill yourself?" I asked shocked. "Why would my Mom want me to do that?" Lanie asked crying. "We don't know." Sam and I said in unison. "I mean, just so I could come to her?" Lanie asked. "What'd you say?" I asked. "She wanted me to come to her." Lanie said. "No, how'd she say it?" Sam asked. "Come to me. Like a million times." Lanie said. "Lanie. That's not your mother." I said. "Listen to me. Don't answer the phone. Don't use the computer. Don't do anything unless I say to, all right?" Sam said we were leaving but Lanie wasn't following. "Lanie." I said. "Where's Simon?" Lanie asked. I ran out and found him about to get hit by a truck I ran and tackled the kid to the other side of the road as the truck barreled past. "You Simon kid?" I asked. "Yes." He said. Lanie and Sam ran and were on the other side of the road. I took Simon's hand and we crossed the road safely and Simon cling to Lanie. "Thank you." She said. "No problem." I said moving a strand of blonde hair out of my face. Sam and I got in the rental car and I called Dean. "Dean, it's not Dad." I said. "Then what is it?" Dean asked. "A crocotta." I said. "Is that a sandwich?" Dean asked. "No, why would I talk about a sandwich." I said. "Some kind of scavenger. Mimics loved ones, whispers 'Come to me', then lures you into the dark and swallows your soul." Sam said taking my phone. "A crocotta, right, damn that makes sense." Dean said. "Dean, look, we're sorry man." I said. "Hey, don't these things live in filth?" Dean asked. "Yeah." Sam said. "Guys, the flies at the phone company." Dean said we hung up. "Let's go." I said. We saw Stewie going to his car and we ran behind him and Sam held his blade to his neck. "What the hell!" Stewie yelled. "We know what you are." I said. "Wait Miss and Mister." Stewie said. "And we know how to kill you." Sam said. "Please. Okay, wait, wait. If we're overcharging you for the call waiting or something I...I can fix that. I am your friend! Please. Please just don't kill me! Don't kill me, please!" Stewie said and I saw the manager going up behind Sam. I took out my lightning bolt blade and used my telekinesis powers to knock him back. "You bitch." He said and knocked me down and knocked Sam in unconscious. "Yeah! That's what happens when you mess with the phone company, dillweed! Thank you, Clark!" Stewie said. "Forget about it." Clark said and knocked out Stewie now I'm tied to a chair with Sam and Stewie. "I'm sorry, Clark. I'm sorry for whatever I did to you. I'm sorry...please." Stewie said. "Wait! Don't do it." I said as Sam came to. "You're not a killer Clark, no! There's a good man inside of you, I know it." Stewie said. "What do you think, Sammy and Mae, am I a good man?" Clark asked. "Let him go." Sam said. "I would. I really would. If only I'd had more than a salad for lunch. You see, I'm starving." Clark said and cut open Stewie. "No." Sam said. "My last call with Dean. That was you. You led me here." I said. "Some calls I make, some calls I take, but you have to admit, I had you fooled for a while. All that Edison phone crap." Clark said and went over to machines. "What are you doing?" Sam asked. "I'm killing your brother. Or maybe I'm killing another guy. We'll just have to see how it goes." Clark said. Clark went over to take a knife out of Stewie's chest. "You know, mimicking Dean's one thing. But our Dad. That's a hell of a trick." I said. "Well once I made five as hunters, it was easy. I found Dean and Ricky's number, then your numbers, then your father's numbers. Then emails, voicemails, everything. You see, people think that stuff just gets erased, but it doesn't. You'd be surprised how much of yourself is just floating out there, waiting to be plucked." Clark said. "Dean's not going to fall for this. He's not going to kill that guy." I said. "Then the guy kills him. Technology. Makes life so much easier. Used to be I'd hide in the woods for days, weeks, whispering to people, trying to draw them out into the night. But they had community, they all looked out for each other, I'd be lucky to eat one or two souls a year. Now when I'm hungry, I simply make a phone call. You're all so connected. But you've never been so alone. Clark said. Sam and I got out of our ties. Clark saw and got his blade out along with Sam and I. He charged at us and Sam hit him and Clark got a couple hits at Sam and I used a rolling filing cabinet hit Clark who looked at my glowing purple eyes. "Demigod." He growled came at me and I punched him and he punched me and kicked me I finally got my blade to cut off his head. Sam and I got back to the motel room and saw Kara, Dean, and Ricky pretty beaten up. "What happened to you three?" I asked. "We'd rather not say you two?" Ricky asked see us beaten up and me in having scratches. "Turns out it was a crocotta." I said. "That would explain the flies." Kara said. "Yeah it would. Hey, um...look I'm sorry it wasn't Dad." Sam said to Dean. "Nah, I gave you guys a hell of a time on this one." Dean said. "Yeah a man beat us up thinking we killed his daughter." Ricky said. "I'm scared guys I really am." Dean said. "We know." I said. "I guess I was willing to believe anything. You know, the last act of a desperate guys." Dean said. "There's nothing wrong with having hope, Dean." Kara said. "Hope doesn't get you jack squat. I can't expect Dad to show up with some miracle at the last minute. I can't expect anybody to, you know. I mean the only person that can get me out of this thing is me." Dean said. "And us." Sam said. "Deep revelation, having a real moment here, that's what you come back with? And us?" Dean asked. "Uh...do you want a poem?" Ricky and I asked. "The moment's gone." Dean said. We nodded and Sam turned on the tv and we watched it.

A\N:New chapter this book is sadly going to end and fun fact originally Ricky and Kara weren't apart of this story until I became friends with Chairwoman232 and we kinda made our books crossover.