𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

044

The sun starts to set by the time Missouri gathers all the stuff we'll need for the bags back at her place. Dean and I are sitting across from each other at the table in her dining room, tying up cloths containing various different ingredients we had put into them. I was currently messing with him by nudging my foot against his under the table. He finally looks at me after I do it for about a minute, stopping what he was doing, irritation clear on his face.

"So, what is all this stuff anyway?" Dean asks Missouri, eyes still narrowed at me. I smile at him innocently before blowing a kiss in his direction. He shakes his head, silently chuckling as he goes back to putting dirt onto a new cloth.

"Angelic root, van van oil, crossroad dirt, a few other odds and ends." Missouri points to each item before going back to what she was doing.

"Yeah, what are we supposed to do with it?"

"We're gonna put them inside the walls, in the north, south, east, west corners, on each floor of the house." Missouri explains, setting down a box on the table. I hand Sam the bag I just made, silently asking if it looked good, and he smiles, taking it with a nod.

"Punching holes in the drywall, Jenny's gonna love that." Dean says sarcastically.

"She'll live." Missouri smiles at him slyly.

"And this will destroy the spirits?" Sam questions, moving to sit on the chair he's been resting his hands on as Missouri sits on the opposite one.

"It should. It should purify the house completely. We'll each take a floor, but we work fast." I kick Dean under the table again as Missouri speaks, this time a little harder, just before he can taste the van van oil that's on his fingers.

I spread my arms open, asking 'why' with my eyes, and he just shrugs like a sulking child. This time I'm the one shaking my head and silently laughing.

"Once the spirits realize what we're up to, things are gonna get bad."

It takes some convincing on Missouri and I's part to get Jenny to actually leave the house so that we could purify it without jeopardizing her or her children's safety. But eventually, she agrees and takes her kids before driving away.

Since there wasn't an attic, I share the floor with Dean, taking the kitchen while he goes to the living room. I move several appliances out of the way and use the butt end of a hammer Jenny let me borrow so I can find a hollow spot to create a hole. Just as I find a spot and make the hole in the wall I hear the sound of something whooshing in the air. I whip around and feel something lodge right into my hip.

"Ow! Fuck!" I shout in pain. I drop to the floor just as I hear another whooshing in the air. I quickly flip the table over just as multiple knives fly in my direction and land deep into the wood of the table.

"Jenny!?" I hear Dean call out worriedly.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow." I wince, hand hovering over the knife that's deep in my skin.

"Jennifer!" I turn my gaze to him, hold out a bloody hand to stop him, and shake my head.

"Check on, Sam." I tell him firmly. The knives are no longer being thrown in my direction so Dean keeps walking towards me. Then I hear a thump coming from upstairs. "Dean!" I hiss. I know he heard it because he looks up at the ceiling. I can tell he's torn on who to help. "I'm fine. Hurry!" I wave him away quickly, wincing at the movement. He groans in frustration but listens nonetheless and runs out the room to get Sam. The table I was hiding behind flings across the kitchen and then I'm next. Getting thrown against the China cabinet, I cry out at the feeling of the knife digging deeper as a result from the collision.