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literal-fand0m-trash · 7 years

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Psychic War Part 10. No Exit Part 1.

Note: I do not own any of the Supernatural characters or stories, but I do own Dakota Winchester. Please leave comments and let me know if you want to be tagged.

Summary: Sequel to Dakota Elizabeth Winchester

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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Dakota was sitting on the hood of the Impala outside of the Roadhouse while her brothers packed up the trunk.

“So, what’s in L.A.?” Dakota asked, referring to the case Dean was looking into.

“A young girl’s been kidnapped by an evil cult.” Dean said.

“Yeah? Girl got a name?” Sam asked.

“Katie Holmes.” Dean said as he closed the trunk and walked towards the driver's door.

Dakota jumped off the hood, “You’re hilarious. Truly.” She said.

“That’s funny, and, for you, so bitchy.” Sam said.

Dakota perked up all of a sudden as she felt a cloud of anger coming on, “Uh oh.” She whispered.

“I’m going.” She heard Jo yelling from inside the Roadhouse.

“Over my dead body!” Ellen responded.

“What’s all that?” Dean asked, but Dakota didn’t answer, just started walking to the bar.

Dakota walked in as Ellen yelled, “I am your mother! I don’t have to be reasonable!”

Ellen and Jo were standing on the raised platform the housed the pool tables. In true Ellen fashion she was still clearing tables and picking things up as they fought. “You can’t keep me here!” Jo stamped her foot.

“Don’t you bet on that, sweetie!” Ellen snapped.

“You gonna keep me chained in the basement?” Jo sassed.

“You don’t want to stay, fine, don't-go back to school,” Ellen said. Dakota pinched the bridge of her nose, they had been fighting over Jo dropping out of college all weekend.

“I don’t belong there! I was the freak with the knife collection!” Jo argued. Dakota walked over to a table and sat down.

“Getting yourself killed on some dusty back road- that’s where you belong!?” Ellen snapped then turned to the three Winchesters, “Bad time!”

“Yes ma’am.” Sam responded immediately.

“We rarely drink before ten anyways.” Dean said.

“I want to know what you think about this.” Jo said walking over to them.

“I don’t think we want to get involved.” Dean said.

“Trust me, you don’t.” Dakota agreed.

The wall phone started ringing and Ellen and Jo stared at it, as though willing it to catch on fire.

“Jo wants to start hunting and dropped out of school.” Dakota whispered to her brothers.

Ellen finally gave in and went to grab the still ringing phone and Jo grabbed a file off the bar counter.

“Three week ago, a young girl disappeared from an apartment in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.” She said holding the file out for Dean, who just looked at it, “Take it. It won’t bite.”

“But your mom might.” Dean argued. Dakota reached up from her seat and grabbed the file.

“She wasn’t the first. Over the past 80 years six women have vanished. All from the same building, all young blonds.” Jo explained as Dakota flipped through the file of police reports and maps, “It happens every decade or two, so the cops never eyeball the pattern. So we’re either dealing with one very old serial killer…”

“Who put this together? Ash?” Dean asked and Dakota looked over to see her brothers reading over her shoulders.

“I did it myself.” Jo stated standing up straighter.

“Pretty good.” Dakota muttered.

“I’ve got to admit, we’ve hit the road for a lot less.” Sam pointed out.

“Good. If you like the case so much, you take it.” Ellen said walking over to them.

“Mom!” Jo whined.

“Joanna Beth, this family has lost enough. I will not lose you too. I just won’t.” Ellen said calmly.

……….

Several hours later they pulled up to the apartment building and Dakota went to talk to the supervisor about letting them tour the place, which he gladly agreed to. He let them into the apartment then went back down stairs to front desk, telling them to head back down when they were done.

“I feel kinda bad, snaking Jo’s case.” Sam confessed as they walked into the livingroom.

“Don’t feel too bad, Sammy, they have been having that fight for years now.” Dakota said as she pulled out her EMF detector.

“Well, maybe she put together a good file, but could you see her out here working on of these?” Dean asked.

“She’d be a great hunter, but Ellen’s never going to let her.” Dakota said.

“You two getting anything?” Dean asked.

“No, not yet.” Sam said, then a moment later, “What is that?”

Dakota turned and saw that Sam was staring at the wall, she walked over to where he was standing and saw that he was studying the lightswitch.

Sam reached forward and swiped his finger across the light and came away with black goo.

Dean followed in suit, “It’s ectoplasm. Well, I think I know what we’re with. It’s the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man.”

“Who ya gonna call?” Dakota sang.

“Can you two please take this seriously? I’ve only seen this stuff like twice.” Sam commented.

“Well, you have to be one major pissed out spirit to make this stuff.” Dakota pointed out.

“Let’s find this badass before he snags anymore girls.” Dean said.

They walked out of the apartment and started making their way down the hallway when they heard the supervisor's voice.

“It’s a great building.” He said.

“Yeah, I love the furnishing.” A familiar voice said and Dakota’s eyes widened.

She rounded the corner s fast as she could and saw Jo walking towards them, talking to the supervisor.

“Ah, Miss. Moore. You didn’t tell me your roommate was stopping by as well.” He said smiling at Dakota.

“Yeah, well, that’s Dakota for you. She’s such a scatter brain sometimes.” Jo laughed and Dakota glared, “Did you guys already see that place?”

“Yeah, it was great. The boys seemed to like it too.” Dakota grumbled crossing her arms.

“If your brothers approve, it must be good. We’ll take it.” Jo said pulling out a wad of cash and shoving it at the supervisor.

……….

All four hunters sat in awkward silence in the livingroom, no one willing to start the conversation.

“...So who wants the couch tonight?” Dakota finally asked.

“Does your mother know you’re here.” Dean asked turning to look at Jo.

“I told her Dakota and I were going on a girl’s trip to Vegas.” Jo shrugged.

“Two things. One, why did you have to drag me into this? And two, do you really think she bought that?” Dakota asked.

“I got Ash to lay a credit-card trail all the way to the casinos.” Jo explained.

“Well then let’s wrap up here and have a girls’ weekend in Vegas!” Dakota said.

“You shouldn’t lie to your mom. And you shouldn’t be here.” Dean scowlded.

“Well, I am, so untwist your boxers and deal with it.” Jo said.

“Where did you get all that money from anyways?” Sam asked.

“Working at the Roadhouse.” Jo explained.

“Hunters don’t tip that well.” Dean said.

“Yeah, they don’t play poker that well either.” Dakota said, “I mean, that’s how I get all my money.”

“What money?” Sam and Dean asked.

“The money I have hidden away for emergencies.” She elaborated.

Dakota’s phone started ringing and she grimaced as she saw that it was Ellen.

“Hi Aunt Ellen!” She answered cheerfully.

“Is she with you?” Ellen snapped, “She left a note saying you two were going to Vegas and I don’t believe it for a moment.”

“We are heading there right now. The boys think they caught wind of an unrelated demon case in California so they are dropping us off on the way. We’re at a gas station in the middle of nowhere right now.” Dakota lied.

“Okay, thanks hon.” Ellen said before hanging up.

Dakota turned and glared at Jo, “I hate you.”

“I know.” Jo teased, “Now, let’s talk the case.”

Dean walked over to their bags and grabbed the file Ellen had given them earlier and started unfolding the papers on the kitchen table they were sitting around. Jo sat down and grabbed the knife she kept with her at all times and began twirling it between her fingers as she went over the facts.

“The place was built in 1924. It was originally a warehouse, converted to apartments a few months ago.

“What was here before 1924?” Dean asked.

“Nothing. Just an empty field.” Jo answered.

“So, most likely scenario, someone died bloody in the building and now he’s back and raising Hell.” Sam said.

“I already checked, in the past 82 years zero violent deaths.” Jo explained, “Unless you count a janitor who slipped on a wet floor. Would you please sit down?” She snapped at Dean.

“Have you checked the police reports, county death records?” Dean asked as he sat down.

“Obituaries, mortuary reports, and seven other sources. I know what I’m doing.” Jo continued.

“The jury’s still out on that one.” Dean sassed, “Would you stop messing with that knife?” Jo slammed it down on the table.

“How far back did you look? I mean, Pennsylvania is an old state, maybe something went down in that empty field.” Dakota pointed out.

“It could be a cursed object. We would have to scan the whole building.” Sam said.

“Great. Jo and I will take the top two floors, you two take the bottom.” Dean said.

“Why not just each take a floor? It’s faster if we split up.” Dakota said.

“Because this guy is after young blonds who live in this apartment, so maybe the two young blondes living in this apartment shouldn’t go off on their own.” Sam said.

“Everyone gear up. We’re out in five.” Dean said.

Dakota walked up behind Jo, grabbed her arm, and dragged her into one of the bedrooms.

“What are you doing?” Jo asked.

“I’m going to give you a big-sister-little-sister talk full of advice that you are going to ignore, but I won’t feel guilty because I have given you this knowledge.” Dakota said sitting down on the bed and patting the seat next to her. Jo rolled her eyes, but sat down anyways, “Jo, I don’t care that you want to hunt. Your mom hunts, your dad was a hunter, and you’re eighteen with money so you can do whatever the Hell you want. But, you shouldn’t go behind your mom’s back to do it. And you should never just leave in the middle of the night with nothing more than a note. That’s what I did when I left my dad and came to stay with y’all and I didn’t see him again for almost two years. I never even got to apologize. If you want to stay out on the road, stay out on the road, but call home and visit every once in awhile; your mom wants what’s best for you and if that means letting you go then you have to tell her.” Dakota said wrapping her arm around Jo’s shoulders.

“...Can we be done now?” Jo asked.

“Yep. That’s all I got. Let’s kill this sicko and go to Vegas.” Dakota said.

“You know I didn’t plan on us actually going?” Jo admitted.

“Yes, but now you’ve talked me into this so you and I are going to get drinks by the pool while the guys go do something else.” Dakota said opening the bedroom door and motioning for Jo to head back into the livingroom where Sam and Dean were waiting with their EMF readers.

……….

The next morning after a semi-successful search, Jo and Dean found a chunk of bloody blond hair and Dakota and Sam found EMF everywhere on the ground floor, Dakota woke up from sleeping on the tiny reading chair and looked around the room. She saw Dean and Sam still curled up ridiculously small on the two couches framing the sofa that Jo was currently sleeping on. Dakota sat up and popped her shoulder and back, then stood up and quickly went and got dressed in ripped jeans and a baggy sweater then fishtailed her long blond hair before grabbing Dean wallet and walking to the coffee shop down the street.

On her way back to the apartment building, arms ladened with coffee and pastries she sent a few texts to Andy letting him know what she was up to and inviting him on a possible weekend trip because, Jo or no Jo, now her heart was set on going to Vegas.

The moment she opened the door, Dean grabbed her and pulled her into a hug, nearly knocking over all the drinks in her hand.

“Whoa! Careful!” Dakota said, untangling herself.

“Where the Hell have you been!? We’re working a case where some sick son of a bitch abducts young blonds and you think you can just leave before any of us are awake!” Dean shouted.

Dakota looked down at the bag of pastries in her hand and held it out to him, “I got you a bear claw, De.” She said sweetly.

Dean looked at the bag, “If one of those drinks is a black coffee I might forgive you.

Sam groaned and sat up, “Ugh! Hey Jo, how did you sleep on that nice big sofa?”

“I only went to sleep at four. I’ve been going over everything.” She said and Dakota turned to see Jo at the kitchen table going through all the papers and spinning her knife.

Dean grabbed his bag from off the ground and started fishing through it until he pulled out a machete and handed it to Jo.

“Here, this will work a lot better than that pigstick you’ve been twirling around.” Dean said.

Dakota groaned and dropped down on the couch next to Sam who grabbed a drink from her, “The knife’s important isn’t it?” He whispered.

“It’s her dad’s. William Arthur Harvelle. He died on a hunting trip when she was a kid.” Dakota answered quietly as she turned to see Jo explaining that to Dean and giving him back the bigger knife.

Sam stood up and walked over to the window and Dakota saw him tense up.

“Sam?” She asked.

“There are cops outside.” He answered.

“Did another girl go missing?” Dakota asked.

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 3 years

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OC Halloween Challenge

Day 4: Buzzfeed Unsolved — Elizabeth Winchester

"There aren’t a lot of records on the life of Elizabeth Winchester. No birth records, very few records throughout her life, nothing really until her death certificate when she was seventeen.”

“How did she die?”

“That’s... unclear. The coroners couldn’t find an obvious cause of death. Apparently there were all sorts of occult markings left on her body, but she’d died before bleeding out. They ended up calling it heart failure, but even they don’t seem convinced about that.”

“Maybe we should ask her ourselves.”

“Are you suggesting a seance?”

“No, but we were just tagged in a picture of her outside of a diner in South Dakota, supposedly taken and posted only a few hours ago.”

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endless-oc-creations · 3 years

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UPDATED: 02/26/2022

In alphabetical order & Pinterest links!

Name: Elijah Mills

Title: Chaos Walking

Faceclaim: Brenton Thwaites

Love interest: Sam Winchester

Pinterest Board: Link

Summary: More To Be Added...

Name: Elizabeth Winchester

Title: A Sister’s Love{Series}{Vol 1: Back in Black}Coming soon}

Faceclaim: Ali Larter

Love interest: Gabriel

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Summary: A sister’s love can be described as a fierce and never-ending type of love. That is exactly what type of love Elizabeth Winchester holds for both her brothers. When Liz was only two years old her mother had killed by the demon Azazel and spurred the events of being raised with her brothers to become hunters of the supernatural. Elizabeth, prefers to be called Liz for short. If you are not Dean or Sam and call her Lizzy, you will most likely get punched in the nose for it because only her brothers are allowed to call her that. Being the middle child can have some struggles involved in life, but being a Winchester it could become more difficult. Liz feels like sometimes she’s forgotten and always put in the middle of situations she hates, especially when it involves arguments between her siblings. However, Liz is entirely protective of them and they are the only reason why Liz stays in this life style so she can protect them. Mary and John Winchester didn’t just have two boys, they also had a daughter they named Elizabeth, who would become a force to be reckon with if the lives of her brothers were threatened.

Name: Evelyn Singer

Title: The Sins of the Wicked

Faceclaim: Dakota Johnson

Love interest: Castiel

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Summary: More To Be Added...

Name: Harper Harvelle

Title: Devil’s Tomb

Faceclaim: Kristen Bell

Love interest: Dean Winchester

Pinterest Board: Link

Summary: More to be added...

Name: Oliver Harvelle

Title: Tears in their Beers

Faceclaim: Chris Hemsworth

Love interest: Dean Winchester

Pinterest Board: Link

Summary: More to be added...

Name: Sandie

Title: Man’s Best Friend

Breed: A German Shepard

Owners: Sam and Dean Winchester

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Summary: A loyal canine named Sandie who was adopted by Sam Winchester. She dedicates her life to protecting the Winchester brothers, saving people and hunting things.

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anewdirection-ff · 6 years

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What are all of the characters full names? Im just wondering what there middle names are

So a few of them don’t have middle names (at least their creators didn’t put any). If you created any of them, but forgot to put a last name feel free to hit me up and I’ll update this.

Hazel Camellia Aria

Emilia Calliope Delaney

Arcelia Mari Cortez

Kalyani Jaya Khan

Tobias Charlie Blake

Elizabeth Stella Barrington

Dakota Vasko

Katrina Ebony Faust

Brielle Donahue

Winchester Sylvers

Iris Victoria Phan

Franklin Thomas Foster Jr.

Levi Aaron Sanders

#questions

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realmsofdragons · 4 years

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My V.I.P Book MC :

The Unexpected Heiress: Rose Hayes & Francis Somerset ❤❤❤

Hot Couture: Bea Moon & Travis Mckenzie ❤❤❤

A Very Scandalous Proposal: Elizabeth North & Ava Montjoy ❤❤❤

With Every Heartbeat: Valentine Woods & Dakota Winchester ❤❤❤

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goalhofer · 6 years

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2018 U.S.A. Olympic Roster

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Stacey Cook (Mammoth Lakes, California)

Breezy Johnson (Victor, Idaho)

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Resi Stiegler (Jackson, Wyoming)

Lindsey Vonn (Vail, Colorado)

Jacqueline Wiles (White Pass, Washington)

Bryce Bennett (Squaw Valley, California)

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Biathlon

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Bobsleigh

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Curling

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Speed Skating

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Mia Manganello (Crestview, Florida)

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John-Henry Krueger (Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

Thomas Hong (Laurel, Maryland)

Aaron Tran (Federal Way, Washington)

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Hockey

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cluelessrebel1988 · 7 years

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A video I made of all the canon characters and OCs currently in @theconvergenceroleplay. The song is “Marching On” by OneRepublic

The Characters are as follows:

Supernatural

Naomi (Amanda Tapping)

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Shane Burciaga (Adam Lambert)

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Jay (Booboo Stewart)

Ben (Mitchell Hope)

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Twilight

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Carlisle Cullen (Peter Facinelli)

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Psychic Wars Part 11. No Exit Part 2

Note: I do not own any of the Supernatural characters or stories, but I do own Dakota Winchester. Please leave comments and let me know if you want to be tagged.

Summary: Sequel to Dakota Elizabeth Winchester

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Masterlist

“Theresa Ellis, apartment 2F. Her boyfriend reported her missing around dawn.” Dean said walking into the livingroom where Sam, Jo, and Dakota were spread out on the floor looking through the information Jo had collected, again.

“How was her apartment?” Jo asked.

“Cracks all in the plaster-ceilings, walls, all of it.” Dean answered.

“Between that, the ectoplasm, and chunk of hair, I’d say the sucker’s coming from the walls.” Dakota said.

“Yeah, but who is it? The building’s history is totally clean.” Dean said.

“Maybe we’re looking in the wrong place.” Jo guessed. “Check this out.” She said handing them a photo.

“It’s the field where the building was built.” Dakota pointed out.

“Take a look at the one next door.” She smirked.

Sam leaned in closer to the paper, “Bars on the windows.”

“We’re next door to a prison?” Dean asked.

……….

Jo stepped out of the room to call Ash and get some information, leaving the three Winchesters to flip through the papers. Jo came back into the room a few minutes later with a spring in her step.

“Moyamensing Prison. Built in 1835, torn down in 1963.” Jo explained.

“Let me guess, 1835, executions in the field?” Dakota guessed.

“Hangings.” Jo confirmed.

“Alright, we need a list of all the people executed in that field.” Sam said.

“Ash is already on it.” Jo said.

Half an hour later, Ash sent them the list and they started looking through it on Sam’s laptop.

“157 names?” Dakota asked in shock.

“We gotta narrow that down or else we’re gonna be digging up a Hell of a lot of stiffs” Dean said.

Sam continued scrolling through then stopped on one name, Herman Webster Mudgett.

“Wasn’t that H. H. Holmes’ real name?” Sam asked.

Dakota sighed and dropped her head.

“You gotta be kidding me.” Dean said.

Sam switched to a new screen and quickly searched it, “Yep. Holmes was executed at Moyamensing May 7, 1896.” He read.

“H. H. Holmes himself.” Dean whispered to himself.

“Come on. I mean, what are the odds?” Dakota asked.

“Who is this guy?” Jo asked.

“The term, ‘multi-murderer’-they coined it to describe Holmes. He was America’s first serial killer before anyone knew what a serial killer was.” Dean explained.

“He confessed to 27 murders, but some put the toll at over 100.” Sam added.

“And his victim flavor of choice, pretty, petite blonds.” Dakota continued.

“He used chloroform to kill them, which is what I smelled in the hallway last night.” Dean said.

“At his house they found bone fragments, and long locks of bloody blond hair.” Sam said.

“So, we just salt and burn the bones, right?” Jo asked.

“That’s the problem. His body is buried in town, but it’s encased in a couple tons of concert.” Dakota explained.

“What? Why?” Jo asked.

“The story goes, he didn’t want anyone mutilating his corpse, ‘cause, you know, it’s what he used to do.” Dean said.

“You know something? We might have an even bigger problem than that.” Sam said standing up and leaning over the papers.

“Why? Just, why?” Dakota sighed.

“Holmes build an apartment building in Chicago. They called it Murder Castle. The whole place was a death factory. They had trap doors, acid vats, quicklime pits. He built these secret chambers, inside the walls and kept them locked in there for days so they’d suffocate. Others, he’d let starve to death.”

“So, Theresa might still be alive. She could be in these walls.” Jo said.

“We need sledgehammers, crowbars.” Dean listed. “We need to smash all these walls, anywhere thick enough to hide a girl.”

With that Jo and Dean walked out the door, presumably to get supplies.

“Am I the only one who sees a problem with randomly smashing walls in an apartment complex?” Sam asked.

“No, I see the problem here, too.” Dakota nodded. Taking a sip of her now cold coffee.

……….

Sam and Dakota went to check the Southeast wall on Teresa's floor. Luckily, because of the cracks everywhere in her apartment it was fairly easy to knock a part of the hallway wall down. The space was claustrophobically small, Dakota had to turn sideways to shuffle through with her flashlight in front of her and her EMF reading in her other hand.

They came across a section of piping in the wall that took up half the space and Dakota sighed, “Do we turn back?” She asked.

“I guess.” Sam said and he pulled out his phone to text Dean and Jo.

Dakota judged the small space in front of them, “I can fit through there.”

“What? Are you crazy? You are not going into the walls alone with a serial killer who likes tiny blonds on the loose!” Sam scolded.

“You got a better idea?” She sassed.

As she squeezed through the small space, Sam pulled out a make of the building they had found. Dakota walked along the narrow walkway and turned a corner, cautiously stepping over more piping.

“Where are you now?” Sam called.

“By the south wall.” She answered.

She came to a dead end at the end of the walkway and went to turn back, until she saw a hole in the floor that she could fit through. Realizing she was too far to yell to Sam she pulled out the walkie talkie Dean had given them.

“I found some sort of air duct. I’m going down.” She told him.

“No. No. Stay up here.” Sam instructed.

“We have to find this girl and you can’t fit through her, so I’m going.” She replied.

Sam sighed over the walkie, “Okay, I’m heading to you the long way around.”

Dakota took a deep breath and climbed into the air duct and grabbed onto the ladder that was attached to the wall.

She pulled her flashlight out of her pocket and started walking through the dusty, cobweb covered tunnel until she came to a place where to pipes blocked the path. Grumbling she tried to make herself same enough to fit through, then froze when she smelled something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

She looked at the wall in front of her and saw ectoplasm leaking through the cracks.

“Shit!” She whispered harshly to herself, grabbing the walkie talkie and screaming Sam’s name into it as the world went black.

……….

Dakota woke up to the sound of water dripping and something creaking; she immediately sat up and smacked her head on something causing her to groan and lay back down. After rubbing the new forming bump on her forehead she careful felt out to the sides and realized she was in some kind of box or, God forbid, coffin. She wiggled her hand down with the limited room she had to the extra flashlight in her jean jacket pocket and turned it on.

She shined the light at the ceiling and saw that whatever she was in was made of metal and there were fingernail scratches everywhere causing her to shutter. She looked over to the side and saw some kind of door with two small slits in it that was unsurprisingly locked.

“If I look out this right now is something going to jump out at me?” Dakota asked herself quietly. She leaned toward the “window” as much as she could and saw that there was similar metal container across from her.

Suddenly a door opened and Dakota quickly laid back down.

“Hello?” A girl whispered softly.

“Is anybody there?” Another asked quietly.

“Are you Teresa?” The first voice asked.

“Yes.” Teresa answered.

“Wait? Jo?” Dakota whispered.

“Kota? Are you here, too?” The first voice, Jo’s voice asked.

“Yes. Teresa, this won’t make you feel better, but Jo and I are here to rescue you.” Dakota said.

“We’re normally better at our job than this.” Jo promised.

Teresa let out a quiet sob, “Oh God, he’s out there. He’s going to kill us!” “No he won’t! We’re getting out.” Jo said.

“My brothers are looking for us.” Dakota added.

“Quite!” Teresa commanded and Dakota shut her mouth in time to her footsteps coming towards them.

Dakota held completely still until a hand shot into her box and grabbed on to her hair causing her to scream and thrash until a chunk of her wavy blond hair came out in his hands. She bit her lip as she cradled the part of her head that was now bleeding, listening to Jo scream as her hair was ripped out too.

Soon H. H. Holmes showed back up infront of her box and started whispered, “You’re so pretty. So beautiful.”

“Go to Hell.” Dakota said as she slowly reached down to grab her iron knife she keep in her shoe.

A hand slowly reached into the box and Dakota shoved herself as back as she could, but the arm still reached her and began to caress her arm and once it got down to her hand she pulled the knife and sliced the hand making it disappear.

“How do you like that! Lined with iron you creepy-ass son of a bitch!” Dakota yelled.

“Is he gone?” Teresa asked.

“I don’t know. Jo, if you can reach your knife keep it out and ready.” Dakota instructed.

Jo screamed and then it was suddenly muffled and Dakota realized Holmes must have her.

“Leave her alone you bastard!” Dakota yelled.

“Hey!” A voice Dakota instantly recognized as Dean called out and she breathed a sigh of relief as a gunshot fired.

“Guys! We’re in here! Me, Teresa, and Jo! We’re all here.” Dakota called out.

She heard two of the doors creak open before her door was opened and light shined in her face from Dean’s flashlight.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She promised.

“Let’s get the Hell out of here before he comes back.” Jo said.

“Actually, I don’t think we’re leaving just yet.” Dean said.

“Please tell your not planning what I think you’re planning.” Dakota said looking at Sam who shrugged as he held up a weak looking Teresa.

“Remember when I said being bait was a bad plan?” Dean asked rhetorically, “Now it’s kind of the only one we got.”

“Why can’t Dakota do it!” Jo said.

“Hey!” Dakota cried out.

“If we just use one of you, he might come from the other and we can’t risk that.” Sam explained.

………..

Dakota and Jo sat back to back in the center of what Sam and Dean had explained was a sewer system.

“Kota.” Jo whispered and Dakota turned her head to see Holmes standing in the shadows.

“Down.” Dean yelled and Dakota and Jo ducked as the guys fired at the ceiling letting bags of salt fall in a perfect circle around them. Holmes started screaming and Dakota and Dean raced out the door slamming it behind them.

“Scream all you want, there’s no way you’re stepping over that salt!” Jo yelled as they turned to the tunnel that would lead them out of the sewers.

Once they were back on ground Dakota and Jo were sitting on the ground while Sam stood nearby; Dean had run off to grab something very secretly.

“So, is the job as glamorous as you thought it would be?” Sam asked.

“Well, except for all the pee-your-pants terror, yeah.” Jo answered, “But Teresa’s going to live a life ‘cause of us. It’s worth it, isn’t it.”

“Yeah. Sometimes it is.” Dakota nodded.

“Hey, what if someone finds that sewer down there, or a storm washes the salt away?” Jo asked.

“Both very fine points which is why we’re waiting here.” Sam answered.

“For what?” Dakota asked as a beeping noise started behind them. She turned around and saw a cement truck backing up towards them.

“How?” Dakota asked as Dean got out of the truck and Sam started lowering the spout into the entrance to the tunnel.

“I’ll give it back.” Dean promised.

“You ripped off a cement truck?” Jo asked and Dean shrugged.

……….

The car ride back to Nebraska was incredibly uncomfortable, both due to the fact Sam, Jo, and Dakota were all squished in the back seat and also because a very pissed off Ellen was sitting in the passenger’s seat. Sam and Dean had explained after returning the cement truck that Ash had flipped on them and that Ellen was flying out.

“Well, you-you really weren’t kidding about flying out, were you?” Dean tried to joke.

When he was met with silence Dakota saw him slowly lean over and try to turn on the radio, but Ellen smacked his hand away. Jo turned to Dakota and raised her eyebrows.

“This is going to be a long drive.” Dakota whispered.

When they got back to the Roadhouse the next morning Ellen physically grabbed Jo’s arm and dragged her in.

“Ellen, I’m sorry. It was my fault. I lied to you and I’m sorry. But Jo did amazing out there.” Dakota said.

“I think her dad would be proud of her.” Dean added and Dakota’s eyes widened.

“Don’t you dare say that! Not you!” Ellen snapped. “I need a moment with my daughter, alone.”

“Actually, I think it’s best if we head out now. Tell Ash ‘hi’ for us.” Dakota said before grabbing the boys by their arms and leading them out.

“What was that about?” Sam asked.

“Jo’s dad had a pretty strict policy about not working with other hunters, but one day this friend of his really needed his help, so Jo’s dad, Will, let this other hunter use him as bait in their trap and Will didn’t make it. The other person he teamed up with was Dad. Ellen barely spoke to me for a year after that and Dad wasn’t allowed back in the Roadhouse. I don’t think Ellen ever forgave him, and by association us.” Dakota explained.

“But you two seem fine now.” Dean pointed out.

Dakota sighed, “After y’all took off for Stanford and to hunt on your own I stuck around with Dad for maybe six months before...something happened and I took off. I had no idea where you was so I found myself at the Roadhouse and Ellen took me in. I stayed with them for six months before meeting back up with Dean and then it was only another six-seven months till we got Sam.” Dakota explained.

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Psychic Wars Part 9. Simon Said Part 2

Note: I do not own any of the Supernatural characters or stories, but I do own Dakota Winchester. Please leave comments and let me know if you want to be tagged.

Summary: Sequel to Dakota Elizabeth Winchester

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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Dean led them to the warrior-princess-polar bear van that was parked a few blocks away. Dakota walked around to the back and knocked on the doors then waited for them to open, but they never did.

“Let’s have a look.” Dean said pulling out a pry bar and shoving it under the doors to pop them open. The doors swung open and Dakota laughed at what she saw. They were blankets all over the back of the car, with a disco ball hanging from the roof and a large portrait of a tiger hanging on one wall of the van. There was a lingering smell of alcohol and weed coming from the car.

“I love it.” Dakota smiled.

“This is magnificent. That’s what this is.” Dean grinned and Dakota saw Sam roll his eyes.

“It’s pretty bitchin’, but it’s not a serial killer lair.” Dakota pointed out.

“Maybe a lady killer lair.” Dean joked.

“Okay, seriously, y’all suck!” Sam complained as he reached into the van and picked up a few novels lying on the ground, “Hegel? Kant? Wittgenstein? That’s some pretty damn heavy reading.”

“So, he has a cool van and has great taste in classic literature.” Dakota summarized.

“I’m more interested in the Moby Dick bong.” Dean said pulling a three foot long bong out of the car. “I’m starting to like this guy.”

Dakota thought she might be starting to like him too.

……….

They were staked out in the Impala waiting for Andy to come back to his van, eating one of the most disgusting burgers Dakota had ever had the misfortune of consuming.

Dean threw his burger down and sighed, “You know, one day I’d love to just sit down and eat something that I didn't have to microwave at a minimart.”

“Hell, I’d settle for it not being completely soaked in grease.” Dakota said abandoning her burger.

“What I don’t get is the motive.” Sam mumbled from the front seat.

“...The motive for not wanting to eat crappy food, or have we switched back to the Andy thing?” Dakota asked.

“Andy. The doctor was squeaky clean. Why would Andy waste him?” Sam asked.

“If it is Andy.” Dean said and Dakota nodded.

“The doctor was mind-controlled in front of a bus. Andy just happens to have the power of mind control.” Sam argued.

“I don’t know, he just doesn’t strike me as a killer and where’s the motive?” Dakota pointed out.

“How the Hell would you know? Why are you two bending over backwards to defned him?” Sam snapped.

Dean was quiet for a moment, “Because I don’t think you are right about this.”

Whatever he was going to stay next was interrupted by Andy bending down next to her open window.

“Hey! You think I haven’t seen you three following me?” He snapped.

Dakota opened her mouth to say something, but ended up just staring at him, “Um…”

“Well, we’re lawyers. A relative of yours has…” Sam started.

“Tell the truth!” Andy snapped.

“That was the truth.” Dakota said said shaking herself out of her daze.

“We hunt demons.” Dean confessed without batting an eye. “Demons and spirits.”

“Dude!” Sam exclaimed.

“ Things your nightmares wouldn’t even touch. Sam’s my brother and Dakota is my sister.”

“Oh my God stop talking!” Dakota said putting her hand in her hands.

“I’m trying.” Dean apologized, “They’re both psychic like you. Well, not really like you. Sam thinks you’re a murderer and I think Dakota thinks you’re cute. Anyways, Sam’s afraid he’s afraid he’s going to become a murderer too because you’re all part of something that’s terrible. And I hope to Hell he’s wrong, but I’m starting to get scared dhe might be right.”

“Dean!” Sam and Dakota snapped.

“Okay. Stop talking! Just leave me alone!” Andy said before standing up and walking away.

Dakota and Sam got out of the car and started following Andy, while Dean stayed rooted to his seat, “What are you doing? I said, leave me alone.”

“No.” Dakota said crossing her arms and continuing to walk towards Andy.

“Get in you car, start driving, and never stop. Please.” Andy said.

“It doesn’t seem to work on us Ady.” Sam said. Dakota heard the car door open and close and heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

“You can make people do things, can’t you? You can tell them what to think.” Sam said and Dakota held up a hand to stop Dean from coming closer.

“That’s crazy!” Andy gave a humorless laugh.

“This all started a year ago, didn’t it? Right after your 22 birthday?” Dakota asked.

“It was little stuff at first, then you got better at controlling it.” Sam continued.

“How the Hell do you know all this?” Andy asked putting his hands on his head.

Dakota took a step closer to him, “‘Cause the same thing happened to us, Andy. Our mom died in a fire, too. We have X-Men powers, too.”

Andy cracked a little smile, “‘X-Men powers’?”

“Shut up.” Dakota mumbled, blushing.

“Did you tell the doctor to walk in front of the bus?” Sam asked before closing his eyes and scrunched his face.

“Wow, he is okay?” Andy asked as Dean ran up and grabbed Sam’s shoulders.

“He’s having a vision.” Dakota explained as Sam started falling and Dean lowered him to the ground.

“A woman. A woman burning alive.” Sam said.

“Did you get anything else?” Dean asked still kneeling next to Sam.

“She’s at a gas station. A woman is going to kill herself.” Sam explained, his eyes still shut tight.

“What does he mean ‘going to’?” Andy asked. “Shut up!” Dean snapped.

“Sam’s visions are of the future.” Dakota explained.

“She gets triggered by a call on her cellphone.” Sam continued.

“When?” Dakota asked.

“I don’t know.” Sam said.

“Well, as long as we don’t keep our eyes off this son of a bitch, he can’t hurt her.” Dean said.

“Hey! I didn’t hurt anyone!” Andy said.

“Okay guys…” Dakota started, but she was cut off by a fire truck and ambulance driving down the street with sirens blazing.

“Dean, go. Kota and I’ll wait with Andy.” Sam said.

Dakota sat down on the ground and Andy sat next to her while Sam paced the parking lot they were in.

“I don’t know that I ever caught your name.” Andy said.

Dakota smiled a little and looked down at her hands in her lap, “Dakota Winchester. But, you can call me Kota.”

“Your last name is Winchester? Wow, you must be a real pistol.” Andy said blushing slightly.

Dakota smirked, “Winchester makes rifles, but since your attempt and flirting is cute I will allow you to continue.” Dakota said.

“Oh well, thank you, my lady.” Andy said giving an overly dramatic bow and Dakota laughed.

A few minutes later Andy and Dakota were in a deep and dramatic conversation about which Harry Potter book was the best when Sam jogged back over to them.

“She’s dead. The woman from the gas station. Just a few minutes ago.” Sam said.

“But you just had the vision.” Dakota pointed out.

“I can’t control them.” Sam argued.

“Can someone explain this vision thing to me?” Andy asked.

……….

“You get premonitions about people about to die? That’s impossible.” Andy said after Dakota and Sam explained everything.

“You have the power of mind control. I think a lot of people would say that was impossible.” Dakota said.

“Death visions. Dude, that sucks.” Andy shakes his head. “When I got my mind thing, it was like a gift. It was like I won the lotto.”

“But you still live in a van.” Sam pointed out.

“I like the van.” Dakota said and Andy bumped his shoulder with hers.

“But you could have anything you ever wanted.”

“Yeah, but I’ve got everything I need.” Andy smiled. Dakota smiled, she loved that kind of ideology.

“So, you’re really not a killer.” Sam said.

Andy laughed, “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”

“That’s good.” Sam said.

“Yeah, it means there’s hope for our asses after all.” Dakota smiled.

The low rumble of the Impala sounded and Dakota turned to see their car pulling up. Dean stepped out of the car and walked up to them.

“The victim's name is Holly Beckett. 41. Single.” Dean said.

“Who is she?” Sam asked.

“Never heard of her.” Andy shrugged.

“I called Ash on the way over here. He came up with a little something. Apparently Holly Beckett gave birth when she was 18 years old, back in 1983, the same day you were born Andy.” Dean explained.

“Were you adopted?” Dakota asked Andy.

“Yeah, why?” Andy asked.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Dea asked.

“It never came up. I never knew my birth parents, and like you said, my adopted mom died when I was six months old.” Andy said. “Do you think this Holly woman could be my mom?”

“I don’t know. Tried to get a copy of the birth certificate, but they’re sealed by the county office.” Dean said.

“Well screw that.” Andy smirked.

……….

“I probably shouldn’t have let you kids in here.” The clerk from the county office said as he let them into the record room after very little “convincing” from Andy.

“No. It’ll all be fine, alright. Go grab a cup of coffee.” Andy promised as Dakota walked over to one of the bookshelves and grabbed a box of files as the man left the room, “These aren’t the droids you’re looking for.” Andy said in his best Obiwan impression and Dakota burst out laughing.

“Awesome.” Dean smiled.

“I can’t believe you said that.” Dakota said breathlessly.

“I can’t believe you laughed at that!” Andy laughed along.

“I can’t believe what lovesick puppies you two are.” Sam said as they walked over to one of the tables.

Dakota took the top off of the box and they started looking through it until Sam stopped them.

“Guys. I found it. Andy, Holly Beckett was your birth mother.” Sam said.

“Wow...does anyone have a Vicodin?” Andy asked.

Dakota pick up a paper and skimmed it, “Dr. Jennings was her doctor, too. He oversaw the adoption.”

“Andy, you have a solid connection to both of them.” Sam said.

“Yeah, but I didn’t kill them.” Andy said.

“We believe you.” Dean promised.

“But, who did?” Andy asked.

“I think I got a pretty good guess.” Sam said.

“Really? ‘Cause I got nothing.” Dakota said.

“Yeah, well, the birth records show that Holly Beckett gave birth to twins.” Sam said.

Andy sat back in his chair, “...I have an evil twin.”

“So do I. It’s not that bad.” Sam said.

“You wanna know what, jackass.” Dakota snapped.

“Holly put you and your brother up for adoption and you went to the Gallagher family and your brother went to the Weems family upstate.” Sam read.

“Andy? How you doing? You still with us?” Dean asked and Dakota leaned over and put her hand on top of Andy’s.

“Um...What’s my brother’s name?” He asked.

“Ansem Weems.” Sam answered. “He’s got a local address.”

“He lives here?” Andy asked breathlessly.

“Let’s get a look at him. Got his picture coming over from the DMV now.” Dean said standing over the printer. Dean stared at the paper in his hand and slowly walked towards the table, “Hate to kick you while you’re freaked. Take a look at that.”

Andy grabbed the paper and Dakota looked over his shoulder at it, “Isn’t that the waiter from the diner?”

……….

They all loaded up into the Impala and drove full speed towards the diner.

“So, what do you know about this Webber guy?” Dakota asked.

“I don’t know much. Webber shows up one day eight months ago, acting like he was my best friend in the world. He’s kinda weird, like trying too hard, ya know?” Andy said.

“He must have known you two were twins.” Dean said.

“Yeah, but why change his name? Why not tell you the truth?” Dakota asked.

Sam threw his head back dramatically and groaned.

“Sam?” Dean and Dakota asked.

“Dean stop the car!” Dakota commanded and Dean pulled over and raced to Sam’s side of the car with Dakota and Andy behind him. Dakota knelt down in front of Sam as soon as the door was open.

“What did you see?” Dakota asked putting her hands on his shoulder.

“A dam, Webber, the woman from the diner.” Sam said.

Andy directed them in the direction of the dam and Sam quickly recognized the stretch he had seen in his vision. They pulled the Impala over in a wooded area and climbed out. Dakota watched Andy get out of the backseat, then looked over at Dean who was opening the trunk.

“Hey, Dean? Maybe you should wait here.” She suggested.

“Fine by me. I’ve had my head screwed with enough today.” Dean said handing out some hand guns.

“I’m coming with you guys. That’s Tracy out there, and I’m coming.” Andy said standing his ground. Dean nodded and handed him a gun.

“Do you know how to use that?” Dakota asked.

“No, but you do. So I’m trusting you to do the actual work while I stand there and look cool while holding a gun.” He smiled weakly.

“Okay, let’s do this.” Sam said.

They walked quickly towards the dam, Dakota giving Andy a quick lesson on how not to kill them by accidentally firing until they came across a car.

“That’s Tracy’s car.” Andy whispered.

Dakota and Sam nodded at each other and rounded either side of the car, using the butt of their guns to slam on the front windows, shattering them. Dakota was on the passenger’s side and immediately looked in and saw that Tracy wasn’t cut by any glass, but she was by no means okay if her tears and half unbuttoned dress were any indication. Andy ran up next to Dakota and pulled Tracy out of the car, giving her a quick hug before Dakota grabbed him and dragged him to where Sam had Webber pinned on the ground. She slapped a piece of duct tape over his mouth while Sam sat on his chest and Andy on his legs.

“I swear to God I will kill you!” Andy yelled at his twin before lunging forward and Sam grabbed him and dragged him off of Webber, leaving Dakota holding him down.

Unfortunately, Dakota was small and skinny and Webber almost instantly flipped her off of him. She hit her head hard on the ground and twisted her knee falling. She laid on the ground holding her head before rolling over and seeing Sam holding his head, probably because Tracy was swinging a tree branch at him.

“How did you do that?” Dakota asked out loud when she realized that Webber was still controlling Tracy.

“Practice makes perfect.” Webber smirked and turned to Andy, “Sometimes you don’t even need to use words. Sometimes all you need is your mind. The headache is almost worth it.”

“You sick twisted son of a bitch!” Andy screamed lunging for his brother.

“Andy stop!” Dakota yelled as she climbed back onto her feet, still holding the back of her head.

“You don’t want to do this Andy, otherwise Tracy’s gonna do a little flying.” Webber threatened as the brothers locked their hands around each other’s neck. Dakota looked and saw that Tracy was standing on the edge of the dam and she started rushing towards her as fast as she could on an injured knee.

“I won’t do that if I were you.” Webber threatened and Dakota stopped and turned back to look at them.

“Okay, okay. Just...please don’t hurt her.” Andy said releasing Webber and taking a step back.

“Don’t be mad at me, okay? I know. It’s all wrong. I didn’t mean for this to happen. It’s just that Tracy was coming between us. I’m your best friend, not her!” Webber snapped.

“You’re insane.” Andy whispered.

“She’s garbage! Man, they all are! We can push them. We can make them do whatever they want!” Webber declared.

“You’re out of your mind!” Dakota said taking a step closer to Andy.

“Are you really this stupid?” Is it-you learn you’ve got a twin, you call him up, you go out for a drink. You don’t start killing people!” Andy argued. Dakota turned around and looked at her own twin, Sam was still on the ground from being hit with a branch, but was slowly getting into a sitting position.

“I wanted to tell you for so long, bro, but...he didn’t let me. He said I had to wait until the time was…” Webber started.

“Wait. Who’s ‘he’?” Dakota asked.

“The man with the yellow eyes.” Webber said as though that was a completely normal thing while Dakota felt her stomach turn and her ears start ringing.

“What are you talking about?” Andy asked.

“You don’t want to know.” Dakota promised, but Webber spoke over her.

“He came to me in my dream. Said I was special. He said he had big plans for me.” He said.

“And all the children like you, right?” Dakota asked and Webber nodded before he turned back to talking to Andy. Dakota looked over her shoulder at Sam who nodded that he had heard the whole thing.

Dakota felt emotions all of a sudden outside of hers and Tracy’s. She looked into the treeline at the same time as Webber, who apparently could sense Dean as well.

“Bye-Bye.” Webber commanded.

“No!” Dakota and Sam yelled as a gunshot went off.

Dakota watched Webber drop to the ground then looked over at Andy who’s hands were shaking, still holding the gun.

……….

The sun was rising as the police and ambulance showed up, Andy quickly “telling” them what had happened. Dakota sat against the side of the dam with an ice pack on her knee the paramedics had insisted on giving her while Sam had one for his head. Andy came and sat down next to her and her brothers.

“Look at you. You’re getting pretty good a t that.” She smiled.

“She won’t even look at me.” He whispered looking at his feet. Dakota looked over to the ambulance Tracy was sitting in, getting treated.

“She’s pretty shaken up.” Dakota pointed out.

“No, this is different. I’ve never used my mind thing on her before last night. She’s scared of me now.” Andy said and Dakota noticed a shadow crossing over them.

“Hey, I hate to do this, but we got to get out of here.” Dean said above them.

“Okay.” Dakota pouted.

“Kota, why don’t I give you my number. I’m new to this whole mind thing, maybe we could help each other out over drinks sometime.” He said and Dakota smiled and blushed before handing over her phone. He quickly typed it in and handed it back to her, smiling as widely as she was before grabbing her in a hug.

“That’s enough. Break it up.” Dean said, physically grabbing Dakota by the back of her flannel and pulling her up, Andy following in suit. She turned to look at him and placed a quick kiss on his lips before turning and following her brothers to the car.

“Andy and Kota sittin in a tree…” Sam sang and Dakota punched his arm, “And for the record, I was right. Andy is a killer after all.”

“Yeah, and you’re a freakin’ mood killer.” Dakota glowered.

“Sam, get over yourself. Andy just saved our asses.” Dean said.

“Bottom line, last night he waste someone.” Sam said.

“We waste people all the time.” Dakota said.

“He’s not a foaming at the mouth psycho.” Dean said.

“Sam, what do you want us to say. You’re trying really hard for us to say ‘yes, you’re destined to be a killer’, but I don’t know why. You are fine. We are fine. Let this go, for the sake of my sanity.” Dakota begged.

“Dean is scared of us!” Sam argued as they reached the Impala.

“As he should be. We could easily kick his ass.” Dakota said opening the door, but not getting in yet.

“That was mind control! That’s like being roofied, it doesn’t count.” Dean argued. “I’m calling a do-over.”

“What are you, seven?” Sam asked.

“Doesn’t matter, we just keep doing what we’re doing, find that evil son of a bitch and kill it.” Dean said as Dakota’s phone started ringing.

“Hey Aunt Ellen, what’s up?” She asked once she answered.

“Something’s wrong. You need to get here.” She said sharply.

“Okay. We’re leaving right now.” Dakota promised.

……….

They made it to the Roadhouse in record time and rushed inside to find the place completely empty except for Ellen. They sat down at the bar and she handed them three beers.

“So, you want to tell me about this last hunt of yours?” She asked putting her hands on her hips.

“Um...I thought Kota said something was wrong and we needed to get here as soon as possible?” Dean asked and Ellen shut him up with a look.

“It’s kind of a family thing.” Sam vaguely explained..

“Not any more.” Ellen said pulling a huge stack of paper from under the bar and dropping it in front of them, “I got this stuff from Ash. Andrew Gallagher’s house burned down on his six month birthday. Just like your house. You think it was the demon both times, don’t you?” Ellen asked. All three Winchesters remained silent, “Dakota, no lies, no half-truths. Something big is coming and it’s not your war, it’s a war and all we have are us, together.”

“There are people out there, like Andy...like Sam and me, and...we all have some kind of ability. A psychic ability. Sam has visions, like premonitions, and I’m an empathy so I can feel people’s emotions. Andy has mind control and there was this kid, Max, who was a telekinesis. The demon said he had plans for us and the children like us.” Dakota explained.

“What kind of plan?” Ellen asked.

“We don’t know.” Sam said.

“And these other psychics, are they dangerous?” Ellen asked and Dakota dropped her head in her hands and groaned.

“No!” Dean said violently.

“Not all of them.” Sam argued.

“How many are there?” Ellen asked.

“We’ve been able to track a clear pattern so far. They’ve all had house fires the night of the kids six month birthday.” Dean said.

“That’s not true.” Sam muttered.

“What?” Dakota and Dean asked.

“Webber or Ansem Weems or whatever- I looked at his file, there was no house fire.” Sam explained.

“Correction: We have no clear pattern, no way to find them, no idea where the demon is or the Cult, and we don’t know why we have abilities.” Dakota groaned.

“So, if there are any others like him, there would be nothing in the system, no way to track them all down.” Ellen summarized.

“And so , who knows how many of them are really out there.” Dean said.

“Jo, honey. Why don’t you break out the whiskey.” Ellen called out.

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Psychic Wars Part 8. Simon Said Part 1

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Summary: Sequel to Dakota Elizabeth Winchester

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Dakota and Dean were sitting in a booth at a run down diner in the middle on nowhere when Sam came back to their table clutching his head.

“You okay?” Dean asked.

“It happened again.” Sam said, standing next to the table. They didn't have to ask what he meant. He had had another vision.

“Let’s go.” Dakota said standing up and throwing a few bills on the table before walking out to the car.

“Don’t you think we’re overreacting just a little. Why don’t we just chill out and think about this?” Dean said after an hour of silence in the car, except for the quiet rock music playing from the radio.

She looked up her brothers as Sam glared at Dean, “What is there to think about?”

“Just don’t know if going to the Roadhouse is the smartest idea.” Dean said.

“Really?” Dakota sassed.

“Dean, it’s another premonition, I know it. This is going to happen.” Sam explained.

“Yeah, and Ash is the man with the answers. He can tell us where.” Dakota said.

“Plus, it could connection with the demon.” Sam added.

“Kota, how did you meet these people again?” Dean asked.

“Dad used to leave me there when I was in my early teens and then I crashed with them for a few months while I was looking for you.” Dakota explained and Dean nodded in understanding.

“Why were you looking for Dean?” Sam asked and Dakota waved him off.

“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you later.” She shrugged.

“Look, my point is that there are going to be hunters there and I don’t know announcing that you two are some kind of Supernatural freaks with demonic connections is the best idea.” Dean explained

Dakota felt a pang in her chest as Dean called her and Sam freaks, “So now we’re freaks?” Sam asked.

“You two have always been freaks.” He smiled trying to play it off like he was just talking about them as siblings, but at that moment Dakota knew that Dean saw her as something other than human. Something to be feared.

……….

They pulled up to the Roadhouse later that night and the minute Dakota walked through the doors Ellen swept her up in a tight hug. Ellen and Jo pulled her over to an open table where they caught up as the boys went to grab Ash from his room.

“How’s school?” Dakota asked Jo who rolled her eyes. Dakota knew that Jo didn’t want to be in college, but Ellen was making her.

“Don’t start that again Johannah Beth. Do you know how badly this girl wanted to be in your shoes?” Ellen said pointing at Dakota who threw her hands up in surrender.

“Mom!” Jo whined and Dakota looked around for her brothers, desperately trying to find a way out of another family feud over higher education.

“I think the boys are calling me.” Dakota said, excusing herself from the conversation and quickly jogging over to where she had seen her brothers.

Ash was sitting at one of the tables with his laptop out with Sam sitting next to him while Dean grabbed some drinks from the bar. Dakota grabbed a chair and sat next to Ash.

“Hey Dr. Badass.” Dakota said, knowing that was what he liked to be called while he was “geniousing” as he called it.

“Hey kid.” He said not looking away from the computer, “I found that symbol you were looking for Sam. It’s the logo for Blue Ridge bus line in Guthrie, Oklahoma.” Ash read.

“Okay. Do me a favor, check for signs of demonic omens or around there.” Sam said.

“You think your demon is there?” Ash asked as he started typing and Dakota looked over his shoulder.

“Maybe.” She muttered.

“Why would you think that?” Ash asked as Dean walked up and set four beers on the table.

“Just check it, alright?” He said.

Ash typed for a moment before sitting back in his chair, “No, sir. No demon. No nothing.”

“Can you do me another favor. Search Guthrie for a house fire. It would have been around 1983.” Sam said and Dakota leaned further over Ash’s shoulder.

“Nothing. Anything more specific?” Ash asked.

“The origin of the fire would have been the baby’s nursery the night of the kid’s six-month birthday.” Dakota specified.

“Okay, that is just weird, girl. Why the Hell would I be looking for that.” Ash asked.

“‘Cause there’s a PBR in it for you if you do.” She promised.

“Give me fifteen minutes.” He said turning back to the computer.

The Winchester’s sat around sipping their drinks for a while before R.E.O. Speedwagon started playing and Dean had to go start a fight with Jo over her music choice.

“And there’s a match.” Ash said leaning across the table and grabbing the beer Dakota had promised him.

“I’ll go get Dean. Can you print this out?” Dakota asked standing up and walking towards Jo and Dean, “We gotta go.” She said. Dean nodded and started heading for the door while Dakota grabbed Jo in a hug, “I’ll call you soon. Have fun at school. Don’t give your mom too much of a hard time.”

……….

“So what have we got?” Dean asked once they were on the road.

“Andrew Gallagher. Born in ‘83.” Sam read.

“Like us.” Dakota said leaning forward so she could talk to her brothers.

“Lost his mother in a fire when he was six months old.” Sam continued.

“Also like us.”

“You think the demon killed his mom?” Dean asked.

“Sure looks like it.” Dakota said.

“How did you even know to look for this guy?” Dean asked.

“Every premonition I’ve had, if they're not about the demon, they’re about the other kids the demon visited. Like Max Miller, remember him?” Sam asked. Dakota remembered that vividly, it was rather hard to forget that she one time stopped a bullet using her mind.

“Yeah, but Max Miller was a basic little psycho.” Dean pointed out.

“Point is her was killing people and I was having the same type of visions about him. And now it could be happening all over again with this Gallagher guy.” Sam said.

“How do we find him?” Dean asked.

“We wait for Sam to have another vision, or we try to find the one person in town who’s emotions I can’t read.” Dakota joked.

“That might be our only option. No current address. No current employment. He still owes money on all his bills.” Sam read off.

“Collection agency flag?” Dakota asked.

“Not in the system.” Sam said.

“What?” Dakota asked.

“They just let him take a walk?” Dean questioned.

“Seems like it.” Sam shrugged. “There’s a work address from his last W-2 about a year ago.”

“I guess we’re starting there.” Dakota said.

……….

Early the next morning Dakota was sitting in her FBI clothes in a diner with her brothers talking to the head waitress.

“You won’t get anything out of Andy. I’m sorry, but they never do.” She smiled sweetly, her voice had a thick southern accent to it and her blond hair was loose around her shoulders.

“‘They’?” Sam asked.

“You’re debt collectors aren’t you?” She asked setting the coffee pot down, “Once in awhile they come by. I don’t know what Andy says to them, but they never come back.”

“Actually we’re lawyers representing his great aunt Lita. She passed- God rest her soul- left Andy a sizeable estate.” Dean said.

“Yeah. Are you a friend of Andy’s do you know where we could find him?” Dakota asked.

“I used to be. I don’t see much of Andy anymore.” The waitress said looking down at her hands.

“Andy? Andy kicks ass man.” A server said coming up next to them and leaning on the counter.

“Is that right?” Dean asked.

“Yeah. He can get you into anything. He even got me backstage at Aerosmith once. It was beautiful.” The server said.

“I want to go backstage at an Aerosmith concert!” Dakota pouted.

“You don’t even like Aerosmith.” Dean pointed out.

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t say no to getting in backstage.” She said.

“She gets it.” The sever said pointing at Dakota.

“That’s great. How ‘bout bussing a table or two, Webber?” The waitress said and Webber sulked off, “Look, if you want to find Andy, try Orchard Street. Just look for a van with a barbarian queen painted on the side.”

“A barbarian queen?” Dean asked and Dakota felt her face scrunch in confusion.

“She’s riding a polar bear.” The waitress shrugged.

……….

A van with a barbarian queen riding a polar bear on the side of it was not something that was hard to miss and they found it parked on Orchard Street. Unfortunately it was empty so they sat in the Impala waiting for Andy to show up.

“I’m sorry, but I’m starting to like this dude. That van is sweet.” Dean said after a minute.

“How much are you willing to bet there is shag carpet in the back?” Dakota asked.

“Oh...five bucks. Sammy, you in?” Dean asked and Dakota turned to she a look of worry on Sam’s face.

“Dude, you look like you’re sucking on a lemon. What’s wrong?” Dakota asked.

“This Andy Gallagher, he’s the second guy like this we’ve found. The demon came to them when they were kids and now they’re killing people.” Sam said.

“We don’t know what Andrew Gallagher is. He could be innocent.” Dean said.

“The demon said he has plans for me and the children like me. Maybe this is his plan. Maybe we’re all a bunch of psychic freaks!” Sam said.

“Dude, I’m an empath. You have visions. That’s not really psycho psychic killer material.” Dakota said.

“How are you handling this situation so calmly?!” Sam asked turning around in his seat.

Dakota shrugged, “Demons lie. Maybe there is no plan for us and whatever happens happens. I haven’t started losing it and trying to kill everyone yet, so I’m not gonna worry about if I might one day.”

“Got him.” Dean said. Dakota turned and saw Andy walking out of a house and waving to a girl in the window who was wearing lingerie. She looked back at Andy who she had to admit was cute if not a little dorky, with his dark bed head, stubble, brown eyes, and a kimono on with sweats and a band tee shirt. He walked up street and stopped a man, had a short conversation, then took the man’s coffee before continuing as if nothing had happened. He walked up to someone else and shook their hand and Dakota saw Sam sit up.

“That’s him. The older guy, that’s the shooter.” Sam said.

“Okay, you two keep a watch on him. I’ll stick with Andy.” Dean instructed and they climbed out of the car before following the man as he turned down the street. They followed him all the way to the main street before he stopped and pulled out his phone, just like he had in Sam’s vision.

“We need to bet him to the gun shop.” Sam whispered and they ran across the street before the older man even got off the phone. Dakota stood outside the store while Sam went inside and not a minute later the fire alarm went off. Sam came out and stood next to her as the man approached, saw that the store was now closed and walked away right as some college age guy on a skateboard rode by and whistled causing Dakota to roll her eyes.

“Did that guy just whistle at you? With me standing right next to you?” Sam asked in shock.

“Welcome to the wonderful world of being a woman.” Dakota responded.

“But, I’m standing right next to you! For all that guy knows I could have been your boyfriend!” Sam exclaimed.

“Would you relax. Those boys don’t break my stride, plus if I’m in the mood it will not be with some dude who is whistling ‘cause he has nothing to say.” Dakota explained as a car drove by and honked at her and she rolled her eyes, “Or who’s honking at me from his Chevrolet.” She said pointing to the car that just drove by, “Wait. That’s our Chevrolet! That’s the Impala!!” She cried and she pulled out her phone.

“Dean. What the Hell?” She asked.

“Andy got the Impala.” He pouted.

“Yeah, I just saw him drive by. Again, what the Hell happened?” She repeated.

“He just sort of asked me for it and I let him take it, okay? He full-on Obi Wan-ed me. It’s mind control.” Dean yelled and then there were screams coming from behind her. Dakota turned around and saw that the man she and Sam had been following had been hit by a bus.

“I kept out of the gun store.” Sam whispered, his face going pale and Dakota put a hand on his shoulder, “I thought he was okay. I thought he was past it.”

Dean ran up to them a few minutes later and found them sitting on the curb while police swarmed the area.

“Come on. Let’s head to the diner and try to figure out what’s going on.” Dean said pulling Dakota and Sam to their feet.

They walked for twenty minutes before they stumbled across the diner and saw the Impala sitting unharmed in front of the store and Dakota smiled as Dean ran over to the car and practically hugged it.

“I’m sorry, Baby. I’ll never leave you again.” He promised his beloved car. Dakota looked in the front seat.

“Well, at least he left the keys in.” Dakota said.

“Yeah, real Samaritan, this guy.” Dean grumbled, “Looks like he can’t work his mojo just by twitching his nose. He’s got to use verbal commands.”

“The doctor had just gotten off his phone when he stepped in front of that bus.” Sam recalled and Dakota remembered someone at the scene saying the man had been a doctor of sorts, “Andy must have called him or something.”

“I just don’t know that he’s our guy.” Dean said.

“You had O.J. convicted before he even stepped out of his Bronco, and you have doubts about this?” Sam asked fixing Dean with a glare.

“I agree that he doesn’t seem like the stone-cold killer type, but he must be connected.” Dakota said.

“And for the record, O. J. was guilty!” Dean snapped.

“Either way, how are we going to track this guy down?” Sam asked.

Dean smirked then walked away, leaving Dakota and Sam to jog to catch up with him.

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Masterlist

Supernatural

Dakota Elizabeth Winchester series

Dakota Elizabeth Winchester

Psychic Wars

The Walking Dead

Georgia on my Mind

Imagines

Hamilton

Meet the Family (George Washington)

Two Turtles (John Laurens)

Project Runway (Hercules Mulligan)

Makeover (Lafayette)

Mardi Gras (Thomas Jefferson)

Drastic Measures (Alexander Hamilton)

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Psychic Wars part 7. Children Shouldn’t Play With Dean Things Part 2.

Note: I do not own any of the Supernatural characters or stories, but I do own Dakota Winchester. Please leave comments and let me know if you want to be tagged.

Summary: Sequel to Dakota Elizabeth Winchester

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

A/N: Look who finally got around to updating! Sorry it took so long.

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Dakota pushed the hair out of her face as she leaned against the wall of the grave they had been digging for the last hour. All three of them had shed their jackets and were panting by the time they finally reached Angela’s grave.

“Ladies first.” Dean said as he and Sam went to stand off to the side of the cabin.

Dakota groaned, “Y’all suck.” She complained as she reached down and threw the lid if the coffin open. It was empty.

“They buried the body four days ago.” Dean panted out and Sam reached for there bag by the tombstone and pulled out two waters.

“I don’t get it.” He said as he passed his water to Dakota. She didn’t take it, she was busy staring at the inside of the coffin.

“What is that? The fabric is all torn.” Dakota said shining her flashlight.

“Are those carvings?” Dean asked bending down to examine it. “Wait, I’ve seen these kinds of symbols before.”

……….

Bright and early the next morning they found themselves standing on the front porch of Dr. Mason’s house and Dean was banging on the door so hard he could probably break it.

“Dude!” Dakota exclaimed as he continued to knock.

“Take it easy.” Sam said.

Dean stopped knocking and took a step back, glaring at the door. Dr. Mason opened the door still in his robe and pajamas.

“You’re Angie’s friends, right?” He asked.

“Yes, sir, we are.” Dakota said. “Dr. Mason…”

“We need to talk.” Dean cut her off.

He looked at them like they were crazy, but opened the door wider all the same, “Please, come in.”

“Thank you.” Sam and Dakota said as they walked into the house.

“You teach Ancient Greek? Tell me, what are these?” Dean demanded, pulling out the copy of the carvings Sam had done last night.

“I don’t understand, I thought this had something to do with Angela?” He said accepting the paper.

“It does. Please, just humor me.” Dean said, toning down his anger a little. Dakota looked at the man sitting on the sofa as he examined the paper and she took a seat in one of the chairs across from him, trying to get a read on him, but all she felt was grief.

“They’re part of an ancient Greek divination ritual.” Dr. Mason said.

“Used for necromancy, right?” Dean asked, a bit of a bite coming back into his tone.

“That’s right.” He answered.

“See, before we came over here, we stopped by the library and did a little homework ourselves. Apparently, they use rituals like this one for communicating with the dead, even bringing corpses back to life. Full-on zombie action.” Dean spat and Dakota shot him a warning look.

“Yeah...I mean, according to the legends...What’s all this about?” Dr. Mason asked cautiously.

“I think you know.” Dean accused.

“Dean.” Sam warned.

“Look, I get it. There are people that I would give anything to see again, but what gives you the right?” Dean asked.

“Dean!” Dakota snapped. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed something behind Dean, a flower pot with beautiful living flowers in it.

“What are you talking about?” Dr. Mason asked.

“What’s dead should stay dead!” Dean yelled.

“What?” Dr. Mason asked.

“Stop it!” Dakota yelled and Sam walked over to Dean and put a hand on his shoulder.

“What you brought back isn’t even your daughter anymore! These things are vicious, they’re violent! They’re so nasty they rot the ground around them. I mean, come one! Haven’t you seen ‘Pet Sematary’?” Dean yelled.

Dr. Mason shook his head, “You’re insane. Get out of my house.”

Dean tried to fight, but Sam dragged him out.

“I’m so sorry, Dr. Mason. We won’t bother you again.” Dakota said walking out and closing the door behind her. She turned to look at Dean, “What the Hell was that?” She yelled as Dean stalked towards the car.

“My job!” He yelled.

“No you weren’t, if you had been you would have seen that all the plants in the house were alive.” Sam argued.

“Back off.” Dean grumbled.

“That man in there is innocent and grieving. He didn’t deserve that.” Dakota said.

“Okay, so she’s not there. Maybe he’s keeping her somewhere else.” Dean said.

Stop it! That’s enough, okay? Enough!” Sam said quickening his step to catch up with Dean.

“Sam, I know what I’m doing!” Dean said still walking down the street towards the car and Dakota walked quicker, trying to keep up with her big brothers long strides.

“No, you don’t...at all. I don’t scare easy, but you’re scaring the crap out of me, man.” Sam confessed.

“Don’t be overdramatic, Sam.” Dean said.

“You’re lucky this turned out to be a real case, cause if it wasn’t you would have just found something else to kill.” Sam said cutting in front of Dean to stop them from walking.

Recognizing where the conversation was headed, Dakota decided it was time to intervene. She stood on the garden wall of the house they were in front of so she was the same high as Sam and Dean and put her hands on her hips.

“You two need to knock it the Hell off! Sam, for the love of all things Holy stop trying to be Dean’s therapist and fix all our problems, you aren’t getting anywhere! Dean, I know you think everything is fine, but please find a way to deal with whatever crap is bottled up inside of you. Get a hobby, take up yoga, write a novel I don’t care. Figure it out! Now, if you two could please get your heads out of your asses we have a case her with a growing body count!” She snapped.

The boys were frozen in shock as Dakota hopped off the wall and walked to the car with her head held high.

……….

“So, you can’t just waste it with a head shot?” Dean asked once they were back in their motel room pouring over research.

“Dude, you’ve been watching way too many Romero films.” Dakota said.

“So, you’re saying there’s no lore on how to smoke them?” Dean asked pacing the room.

“No, Dean, I’m saying there’s too much lore.” Sam corrected, “There’s a hundred different legends on the walking dead, but they all have different methods for killing them. Some say setting them on fire. One says feeding their hearts to wild dogs.”

“That one’s my personal favorite.” Dakota interjected.

“Is there anything they all have in common?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, the vic is dead and back up and around.” Dakota said and Dean shot her an unamused look.

“A few say that silver might work.” Sam said.

“Silver’s a start.” Dean nodded.

“Yeah, but now we have to find Angela. How are we going to do that?” Dakota asked.

“We gotta figure out who brought her back.” Dean said

“Okay. Any ideas?” Sam asked.

“I think it might be that Neal guy. As much as I would like to think that a they can be opposite sexes and just be friends, but he probably has a crush on her.” Dakota said.

“If it’s not the dad, it’s probably Neal.” Dean agreed. “Plus I got Angela’s diary, ‘Neal’s a real shoulder to cry on. He so understands what I’m going through with Matt.’ And there’s more where that came from. This thing’s got unrequited duckie love all over it.”

“That doesn’t mean he brought her back from the dead.” Sam argued.

“Ture, but did I mention that he is Dr. Mason’s T.A.?” Dean asked sarcastically, “He has access to all the same books.”

“Let’s go pay Neal a visit.” Dakota said standing up and grabbing her jacket off the back of her chair.

They piled into the Impala and drove over to Neal’s house and by the time they pulled up it was dark outside and all the lights in the house were out. They quickly picked the lock and entered the house.

“Neal, it’s your grief counselors. We’ve come to hug.” Dean called out.

“Silver bullets?” Dakota asked as they started walking around the house. Dean pulled his gun out and checked the clip.

“Enough to make her rattle like a change purse.” Dean answered. They slowly walked into the kitchen and Sam pointed to the counter where there were several dead plants. They walked a little further until Dakota noticed that there was a huge iron lock on one of the doors that was very out of place. She grabbed Sam and Dean and nodded to the door.

“Unless it’s where he keeps his porn.” Dean joked in a whisper.

Dakota glared at him as Sam opened the door and Dean rushed in, pushing himself against the wall and aiming the gun down the stairs. Dakota went in next, followed by Sam.

Down stairs, in the basement, there was a small bed set up with a few blankets on it, it was fairly cold and most of the lights were off.

“This looks very zombie like to me.” Dakota commented.

“Yeah, an empty one. You think Angela’s gone after someone?” Sam asked walking further into the room, ducking down to avoid hitting his head on pipes.

Dean walked over to the far wall and Dakota looked over to see that the screen covering one of the windows had been taken off.

“No, I think she went out to rent ‘Beaches’.” Dean sassed.

“Really, Dean, ‘Beaches’? I know you think, but even I haven’t seen that one,” Dakota joked.

“Look smartasses, she might be out killing someone. We got to find her!” Sam said, Dakota was sure it was supposed to be menacing, but watching him scold them while ducking down to avoid hitting his head made Dakota suppress a laugh.

“Yeah. Alright, she clipped Matt because he was cheating, right? Well, it take two to, ya know, have hard-core sex.” Dean said and Dakota rolled her eyes.

“Does Angela have a roommate?” Dakota asked.

“Yeah, Lindsey. Why?” Dean asked.

“My money’s on Angela going after her roommate.” Dakota said.

They rushed back up that stairs, still trying to stay quiet and relocked the door on the way out like they were never there. Sam pulled up Lindsey and Angela’s apartment and they jumped out of the car racing to the back door and quietly sneaking in through the door. They heard yelling and objects breaking in the livingroom and they raced towards the noise and pausing in the doorway while Dean emptied two shots into Angela. She turned and glared at them before sprinting across the room and jumping out the open window, completely unaffected by the silver bullets.

“Feeding her heart to wild dogs is starting to sound less crazy.” Dakota said as Dean ran after Angela and she and Sa went to go comfort Lindsey who was crying and shaking.

“Don’t worry. We’ve got you.” Sam whispered

Dean climbed back through the window without Angela, “Damn. That dead chick can run.”

“I think we should go have a little chat with Neal.” Dakota suggested.

After calming Lindsey down the Winchesters loaded into the car and started driving.

“So, the silver bullets did something, right?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, something, but not enough. What else you got.” Dean asked.

“Okay we have, ‘nail the undead back in their grave bed’, ‘burn the corpse, and the dogs.” Sam said reading the list he had made.

“I vote nailing them in their coffin.” Dakota said holding her hand up as if they were actually voting on something.

“It’s mentioned a few times. It’s probably where the whole vampire-staking lore comes from.” Sam explained.

“Is that really what you spend your time thinking about?” Dakota asked.

“Their grave bed? You serious?” Dean asked, focusing their attention back on the case, “How the Hell are we going to get Angela back in that cemetery.

“We could try using Neal.” Dakota suggested.

“We need to find Neal first.” Dean said.

“If he wasn’t at home, maybe he’s at the college. You said he was Dr. Mason’s T.A., right?” Sam said.

When they pulled up to the college most of the doors were unlocked and they could see a faint amount of light pouring out of the frosted window that sled to Dr. Mason’s office. Dakota opened the door and walked in going straight to the desk where Neal was grading papers.

“You know, I’ve heard of some people doing some pretty desperate stuff to get laid, but you? You take the cake.” Dean said.

“Okay, who are you guys?” Neal asked setting his pen down as all three Winchester siblings stood in front of the desk.

“You might want to ask Angela that question.” Dakota said looking around the room to see if there were any plants alive or dead. In the corner of the bookshelf there was a wilting potted plant.

“What?” Neal asked.

“We know what you did. The ritual...everything.” Sam glared at the kid.

Neal scoffed at them, “You guys are crazy.”

“Your girlfriend’s past her expiration date, and we’re crazy?” Dean said putting his hands on the desk, “When someone’s gone they should stay gone. You don’t mess with this kind of stuff.”

“Angela killed Matt.” Dakota said bluntly.

“She tried to kill Lindsey.” Sam continued.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Neal said shaking his head.

Dean rounded the desk and grabbed Neal by the front of his shirt, lifting him off the ground, “Hey, no more crap, Neal! This blood is on your hands! Now, the three of us, we can make it right, but you gotta tell us where she is.”

Neal looked at the ground, “My house. She’s at my house.”

“Dakota?” Sam asked.

“He’s terrified of us and he’s lying. Also, there are dead plants in the corner.” Dakota said reading Neal’s emotions.

“Are you sure she’s at your house?” Dean asked Neal who nodded and looked over his shoulder a little. Dakota followed his line of gaze to what must have been a closet door.

“You know it doesn’t really matter where she is because there’s only one way to stop her. We’ve got to perform another ritual over her grave to reverse the ritual you did. We’re gonna need some black root, some candles, it’s very complicated, but it will get the job done. She’ll be dead again in a couple of hours. And I think you should come with us.” Dean rambled slowly backing away from the closet that must have Angela in it.

Dakota figure out where her brother was going with this and played along, “He’s right. You should leave. Now.”

“No.” Neal stuttered out, shaking his head and looking at the ground.

Sam walked over and put his hands on the desk before whispering so low that Dakota almost didn’t catch it, “Get out of here as soon as you can. No sudden movements. Don’t make her mad.”

They quickly walked out of the office and went to the car, hoping the lie would trick Angela into coming to the graveyard to try and stop the fake ritual. Once they got the the cemetery they grabbed shovels, their bag if guns, salt, and lighter fluid, and Dakota grabbed a handful of candles.

“Do you really think this is going to work?” Sam asked setting up the candles and lighting them as they hid behind the mound of dirt they had dug up last night.

“No, but it’s the only plan we got.” Dean said.

They heard a twig snap a little ways away and Dakota crossed her fingers that it was Neal or Angela and not the cops. The boys pulled their guns out and split up while Dakota waited by the grave with the coffin lid open, ready to trap Angela. She heard yelling and two gunshots go off and pulled out her gun, staying in position, but getting ready. She saw Sam run full speed towards the grave and watched him get tackled to the ground by Angela. She grabbed his neck, but was stopped when Dakota fired two shots at the girl from the far side of the six foot hole. Angela charged her, tripping and falling into her coffin in the process and Dakota immediately threw the top down and stood on it to hold it closed.

Dean ran over with a silver sword and Dakota jumped out of the hole lifting the lid so Dean could plunge the sword into Angela, pinning her to her deathbed and Dakota watched as the girl collapsed unmoving back into the white fabric of her coffin.

……….

They spent the rest of the night refilling the grave with dirt and the sun had been up for nearly an hour by the time they finished and started slowly walking back to the car.

“You know, the whole fake ritual thing to lure Angela back to the cemetary- pretty sharp.” Sam complimented.

“Thanks.” Dean replied with a small smile.

“But, did we have to use me as bait?” Sam complained.

“Well, I figured you were more her type. She seemed to have a crappy taste in guys.” Dean teased.

Dakota noticed Sam cradling his hand and raised an eyebrow, “You okay?”

“I think she broke my hand.” He pouted.

Dakota chuckled and Dean shook his head, “You’re just too fragile. We’ll get it looked at later.” He trailed off, looking behind them.

Dakota turned and looked and saw that their mother’s grave was in perfect line of sight.

“Do you want to stay for a while?” Sam asked.

Dean stared for a moment longer, “No.” He said before walking towards the car without looking back.

They started driving to an urgent care in the next town over when Dean pulled the Impala over on the side of a dusty road and got out, sitting on the hood. Sam looked back at Dakota who shrugged and got out as well, going to join Dean followed by Sam. They didn’t say anything, just waited for Dean to talk.

“I’m sorry.” He finally said.

“For what?” Dakota asked, genuinely confused.

“The way I’ve been acting.” He explained. It was quiet for another moment before he continued, “And for Dad. He was y’alls Dad too and it’s my fault he’s gone.”

“What are you talking about?” Dakota asked drawing her knees up and crossing her ankles.

“I know you’ve been thinking it, so have I. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. Back at the hospital I had a full recovery. It was a miracle. And five minutes later, Dad’s dead and the Colt’s gone. You can’t tell me there isn’t a connection. I don’t know how the demon was involved, i don’t know how the whole thing went down exactly...but Dad’s dead ‘cause of me. And that much I do know.” Dean confessed.

“We don’t know that. Not for sure.” Sam said.

“You two and Dad...You three are the most important people in my life. And now...I never should have come back. It wasn’t natural. And now looks what has come of it. I was dead and I should have stayed dead. You two wanted to know how I was feeling, well know you now. That’s how I feel. So tell me, what could you possible say to make that alright?” He finished with tears in his eyes.

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Psychic Wars Part 6. Children Shouldn’t Play with Dead Things Part 1.

Note: I do not own any of the Supernatural characters or stories, but I do own Dakota Winchester. Please leave comments and let me know if you want to be tagged.

Summary: Sequel to Dakota Elizabeth Winchester

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

“Come on guys. I’m begging you. This is stupid.” Dean said as they drove down in the road.

“Why? Why is this stupid?” Dakota asked resting her head on the front bench.

“Going to visit Mom’s grave?” Dean asked “She doesn’t even have a grave. There was no body left after the fire.”

“She has a headstone.” Sam said.

“Put up by our uncle, a man we have never met. You two want to pay your respects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger.” Dean complained.

Dakota groaned, “That’s not the point.”

“Then please enlighten me.” Dean said.

“It’s not about a body or a casket. It’s about her memory, okay?” Sam explained. “After Dad I just feel like it’s the right thing to do.”

“It’s irrational, is what it is.” Dean said.

“No one asked you to come.” Sam said.

“Why don’t we swing by the Roadhouse again? We haven’t heard anything on the demon lately. We should be hunting that son of a bitch down.” Dean suggested.

“That’s a good idea, you should. Sam and I’ll hitch a ride back and meet you there tomorrow. Tons of people go visit their loved ones graves. Sam and I didn’t get to know Mom and we just lost Dad, so we are going to Kansas and you are going to stop complaining.” Dakota snapped.

……….

Dakota and Sam stood over the tombstone of Mary Winchester in Lawrence, Kansas. She looked down at the headstone and felt strangely at peace. She loved her mom, even if she hadn’t known her in any other way than the stories she heard from her dad and Dean. She didn’t often feel sad about her mother’s death, if anything she felt sad for Dean and her dad who had to live with the memories and sadness that came with her death. Sam walked up and knelt down in front of the grave and reached into his pocket, pulling out their dad’s dog tags.

“Um...I think Dad would want you to have these.” He whispered before pulling out his knife and dug a small hole, burying the do tags next to their mother.

“I love you, Mom.” Dakota whispered.

This was good for her, she could tell. Even though she had put on a good act for her brothers, she was not handling her dad’s death very well, but putting his tags with her mom seemed to give Dakota at least some closure. She reached up for the necklace she was always wearing and felt her father’s wedding ring next to her mom’s engagement ring and smiled.

“Hey guys!” Dean called them over and they walked over to where he was standing, in a perfect circle of dead grass. He was talking to a man who seemed to work at the cemetery before walking over to them.

“Angela Mason. She was a student at the local college. Her funeral was three days ago.” Dean explained.

“And?” Sam asked.

“What do you mean ‘and’? In three days all the life in a five foot perfect circle around this girl’s rave died.” Dakota said raising an eyebrow at Sam.

“You don’t think that’s a little weird?” Dean asked.

“Maybe the groundskeeper went a little agro with the pesticides.” Sam suggested.

“No. I asked him, no pesticides, no chemicals. Nobody can explain it.” Dean answered and they started walking to the car.

“So, what are you thinking?” Dakota asked.

“I don’t know. Unholy ground, maybe.” Dean guessed.

“Really?” Sam sassed.

“Yes really. If something evil happened it could have easily poisoned the ground. Remember the farm outside of Cedar Rapids? It could be a sign of a demonic presence or the Angela girl’s spirit if it’s powerful enough.” Dean explained.

“If it was a demon there would be more evidence. I’ve never seen a spirit kill everything in a perfect circle, but it’s worth looking into her.” Dakota agreed.

Sam rolled his eyes and walked faster towards the car.

“Well don’t get too excited. You might pull something.” Dean said sarcastically.

“It’s just...stumbling onto a hunt, here of all places.” Sam said.

“So?” Dakota asked.

“So, are you sure this is about a hunt and not something else?” Sam asked as they reached the Impala.

“Really, that’s the angle you are going with?” Dakota sassed.

“What else would it be about?” Dean asked.

Sam sighed, “Just forget about it.” Sam said getting in the car. Dakota rolled her eyes and opened the back door.

“Believe what you want, Sam, but I let you two drag my ass out here. The least we can do is check this out. The girl’s dad worked in town, he’s a professor at the school.” Dean said getting into the car.

……….

They arrived at the local city college and went to Doctor Mason’s office. An older man opened the door, he had a receding white hair and dark bags under his eyes.

“Yes?” He asked answering the door.

“I’m Sam, this is Dean and Dakota. We’re friends of Angela’s. We wanted to offer our condolences.”

“Please, come in.” Dr. Mason said opening the door wider and motioning them in.

Dr, Mason pulled out a photo album he had in his office and handed it to Dakota, inside it was full of photos of Angela. He, Dakota, and Sam started flipping through it and talking while Dean subtly looked around the office.

“She was beautiful.” Sam said looking over Dakota’s shoulder.

“This is an unusual book.” Dean said pulling a book off of the shelf.

Dakota looked up and saw that Dean was holding a thick book covered in ancient looking symbols.

“Oh, it’s ancient Greek. I teach a course.” Doctor Mason explained and Dean put the book back.

“So, a car accident. That’s-that’s horrible” Dean said.

“Angie was only a mile away from home when…” Dr. Mason trailed off.

“It must be so hard. Losing someone like that.” Dakota said

“Unlike anything you could imagine.” He whispered. Dakota could imagine, she had lost her dad not long ago and could feel the grief coming off of this man in tidal waves.

“Yeah, sometimes it’s like they’re still around. Like you can sense their presences. You ever feel anything like that?” Dean asked.

Dr. Mason nodded, “I do, as a matter of fact.”

Dean raised an eyebrow at Sam who glared at him, “that’s perfectly normal Dr. Mason, especially with what you are going through.” Sam said.

“You know, I still phone her and the phone’s ringing before I remember that…” He trailed off, “Family’s everything, you know? Angie was the most important thing in my life and now I’m just lost without her.” He explained as tears formed in his eyes.

“We’re so very sorry.” Dakota whispered.

……….

“I’m telling you, there is something going on, we just haven’t found it yet.” Dean said from where he was sitting at the kitchen table of the motel room they had rented.

Dakota looked away from the tv show she was mindlessly watching as Sam walked out of the bathroom.

“Dean, so far you have got a patch of dead grass and nothing.” Sam said.

“Something killed those plants at the cemetery in a perfect circle.” Dakota said standing up.

“Kota’s right, something turned it into unholy ground.” Dean agreed.

“There’s no reason for it to be unholy.” Sam argued, “Angela Mason was a nice girl who died in a car crash. That’s not exactly vengeful-spirit material. You heard her father,”

“Yeah, well maybe daddy doesn’t know everything there is to know about his little angel. You do honestly think a college girl was openly telling her dad she was sneaking out, partying, and having sex?” Dakota sassed putting her hands on her hips.

“Why does it sound like you’re speaking from experience?” Sam sassed back, copying her stance, “You know what, we never should have bothered that poor man. We shouldn’t even be here anymore.”

Dakota took a step forward, but Dean got between them, “Knock it off. So, what Sam, we just bail without even figuring out what’s going on?”

Sam looked at the ground then back up, “I think I know what’s going on here.”

“Please don’t this.” Dakota begged, knowing her twin was going to bring up the sore subject of their dead parents.

“It’s the only reason I went along with this so far.” Sam continued ignoring Dakota who hung her head and sat back down on the bed.

“What are you talking about?” Dean asked.

“This is about Mom’s grave.” Sam said.

“Oh my God.” Dakota muttered and she leaned over and grabbed one of the pillows at the head of the bed so she could scream into it when the time came.

Dean scoffed, “It’s got nothing to do with it.”

“You wouldn’t step within 100 yards of it. Look, maybe you’re imagining a hunt where there isn’t one so you don’t have to think about Mom or Dad.” Sam said. Dean glared at Sam and Dakota didn’t need to be an empath to see the anger simmering under his skin, You want to take another swing? Go ahead, if it will make you feel better.”

“I don’t need this crap.” Dean said grabbing his jacket and the car keys and walking out

“Nice job, Sam.” Dakota said flopping her face down into the pillow.

Dakota went to take a quick shower and finished drying off and getting dressed at the same time Dean came home. Dean entered the room and Dakota exited the bathroom both to find Sam sitting in the bed watching some crappy Casa Exortic porno on tv.

“Dude!” Dakota exclaimed.

“Awkward.” Dean said as Sam quickly turned the television off.

“Where the Hell were you?” Sam asked.

“I was just working our imaginary case. And you were right, I didn’t find much. Oh! Except that Angela’s boyfriend died last night. Slit his own throat, but, hey, that’s normal. Uh, let’s see, what else? He was seeing Angela everywhere before he died. But, you know, I’m sure that is just me transferring my own feelings.” Dean sassed pulling off his jacket and tossing it on top of the television.

“Okay I get it.” Sam said throwing his hands up in surrender.

“Maybe next time you should just stick to law instead of psychology.” Dakota teased dropping down onto the bed across from Sam.

“Alright, maybe there’s something going on here.” Sam said.

“Maybe?” Dakota and Dean parroted.

“Sam, I know how to do my job, despite what you might think.” Dean snapped.

There was silence for a moment, “We should check out the guy’s apartment.” Sam suggested.

“I just came from there.” Dean confessed sitting down next to Dakota.

“You should have brought us with you.” Dakota said.

“There wasn’t much there. But there was a pile of dead plants, just like the cemetery. Hell, dead goldfish, too.” Dean said.

“I don’t think it’s unholy ground. It doesn’t seem to fit. Plus, I’m not getting that angry-spirit vibe from Angela.” Dakota said.

“Well, I have been reading this.” Dean said getting up and walking over to his jacket, pulling a book out of his jacket pocket.

“You stole the girl’s diary?” Sam asked.

“Yeah. And if anything the girl is a little too nice.” Dean said flipping through the pages.

“So what do you want to do?” Dakota asked.

“Keep digging, talk to more of her friends.

……….

“I didn’t realize the college employed grief counselors.” Neal said. The three had found the name of one of Angela’s best friends and went to visit him.

“The college tries to give students as many outlets as possible for you to succeed. You talk, we listen.” Dakota said.

“I think I’m okay. Thanks.” Neal said.

“Well, you heard about Matt Harrison, right? We just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Grief can make people do crazy thinking.” Sam said.

Neal looked at them like they were crazy, “Look, I’m sorry about what happened to him. I am. But if Matt killed himself, it wasn’t ‘cause of grief.” He said.

“No. Then why?” Dean asked.

“It was guilt. Angie’s death was Matt’s fault and he knew it.” Neal said.

“How was it his fault?” Sam asked.

Neal crossed his arms, “She really loved that guy, but the night of the accident she walked in on him with another girl. She was really torn up, that’s why she crashed.” He explained. “So...I gotta get ready for work, I appreciate the concern, but I’ll be fine.” He said walking into his house and closing the door.

“Hey, Sam? If you’re good friend died in a terrible crash would you be fine after a week?” Dakota asked and Sam shook his head as they walked off the porch.

“Well, my vengeful spirit idea is looking more likely. I mean, Hell hath no fury” Dean said.

“So, if Angela got her vengeance on Matt, do you think it’s over?” Sam asked.

“I’d burn the bones just in case.” Dakota said hopping off the sidewalk and rounding the car.

“Burn the bones? Are you high? Angela died last week. There’s not going to be any bones, there’s going to be a ripe, rotting corpse.” Sam exclaimed.

“And we are going to do our job and put this poor girl to rest.” Dakota said.

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