SuperPotter 2

Chapter 20 What Is And What Should Never Be

Dean is driving the Impala down a dark road. His cell phone starts to ring.

'Yeah?' He asks as he answers the cell phone.

'There is a cop car outside,' Sam responds from the motel room he and Hermione were in.

'You think it's for us?'

'I don't know,'

'I don't see how. I mean we ditched the plates, the credit cards,'

Dean hears Sam breathe out. 'They're leaving. False alarm,'

'Well, see. Nothing to worry about,'

'Yeah, being fugitives? Frigging dance party,'

'Hey man, chicks dig the danger vibe,'

'No, they don't,' Dean hears Hermione in the background. He chuckles.

Sam is standing in front of a couple of books. All the books are about a specific demon called Djinn, and on top of them is John's journal, open on the same subject. Hermione walks over towards him.

'So you got anything yet?' Sam asks over the phone.

'Are you kidding me? How could I? You got me sitting through like 50 square miles of real estate here,' Dean responds.

'Well, that's where all the victims disappeared,'

'Yeah well, I got diddly-squat. What about you?'

'Just one thing. I'm pretty sure of it now,' Sam pulls one book closer. 'We're hunting a Djinn,'

'A freaking genie?'

'Yeah,'

'What? You think these suckers can really grant wishes?' Dean asks.

'I don't know. I guess they're powerful enough. But not exactly like Barbara Eden in harem pants. I mean, Djinn have been feeding off people for centuries. They're all over the Koran,'

'My God. Barbara Eden was hot, wasn't she? Way hotter than that Bewitched chick,'

'Are you even listening, Dean?' Hermione asks.

Dean clears his throat. 'Yeah. So uh, where do the Djinns lair up?'

'Ruins usually. Uh. Bigger the better—more places to hide,' Sam answers.

'You know, I think I saw a place a couple of miles back. I'm gonna go check it out,'

'Wait—no, no,' Sam starts.

'No Dean. Come pick us up first,' Hermione ads.

'You two are starting to sound like a married couple. But I am sure it's nothing. I just wanna take a look around,' He hangs up the phone. Sam lowers his hand with the phone in it and sighs.

Dean drives over towards an abandoned factory. He pulls the car over. Dean enters, with a flashlight, swinging open a creaky door. He walks through what appears to be an abandoned office, with a typewriter and file cabinets. There is a dripping water sound, but otherwise, it appears empty to him. Dean looks back and forth in it a few times, and then starts walking back in the same direction he came from but this time in the hall. On his right among all the old things and such a figure is watching him. Dean doesn't see it and walks on. Suddenly it attacks him, pinning him against the window wall. Dean drops the flashlight and the Djinn slams Dean's right hand up against a wall, forcing Dean to drop his knife. The Djinn is bald with curling blue tattoos all over its face. It opens its left hand, which begins to glow in blue, at the same time that the Djinn's eyes begin glowing. The Djinn puts its glowing hand on Dean's forehead and Dean's eyes roll up, and take on a faint blue hue.