Supernatural... But Better (Vol. I)

Chapter Three

I was sitting in my front room waiting for the hunter brothers to show up when my phone rang. It was a number I didn't recognize, but with everything going on, I picked it up anyway.

"Hello?"

"E-Evelyn?"

I furrowed my brows. "Yeah. Who is this?"

The girl on the other end sniffled. "I-It's Charlie. They— they found Jill's body. She d-died... the same way Donna's dad did. H-Her eyes—"

Rising to my feet, I gently shushed her. "Okay, okay, look, where are you?"

"In th-the park."

I nodded. "Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can be, alright? Just hold on."

Hanging up, I looked out the window, seeing an old car just pulling up in front of my house. Grabbing my stuff, I walked out the door, making sure to lock it behind me, and went to their car.

Sam got out of the passenger side, smiling at me. "Ready to go?"

I waved my phone. "Apparently, we've got another victim."

Immediately, his face crumpled into an expression of concern. "Who?"

"One of Donna's friends," I informed him. "Look, I can't go to Indiana to talk to the detective, I promised her I'd meet her in the park."

He nodded, glancing away, clearly thinking. "Okay, then— then I'll come with you, and Dean can go talk to the detective without us."

I raised an eyebrow. "I don't need a babysitter. I'm perfectly capable of handling this by myself."

Sam shook his head, taking a step towards me. "I wasn't implying that you couldn't. I just meant— well, it'd be better to have more people here in case something else happens, than going to talk to some detective, right?"

His logic made sense, I supposed, but I still didn't like it.

He turned around, leaning back into the car, presumably to inform his brother of the new plan. After a moment, he stepped back, and Dean pulled out, driving off to Indiana.

Turning back to me with his hands in his pockets, he raised his eyebrows at me. "Alright, then. Where's this park?"

Ten minutes later, we were sitting on a bench with Charlie.

"And they found her on the bathroom floor. And her— her eyes. They were gone," she explained, almost numb to the whole situation.

Sam put his hands in his pockets, catching her gaze. "I'm sorry."

She looked at me then. "And she said it. I heard her say it. But— it couldn't be because of that. I'm insane, right?"

I made eye contact with Sam as I put what I hoped was a comforting hand on her shoulder. In my eyes was a question, and he nodded slowly at me.

With his permission, I shook my head at the girl. "No, you're not insane."

Immediately, her eyes widened, and she hunched over, burying her face in her hands. "Oh God, that makes me feel so much worse."

"Look," Sam called gently. "We think something's happening here. Something that... can't be explained."

"And we're gonna stop it, but we just need a little more time," I added, brushing her hair back from her face. "I promise you. No one else is going to die."

Charlie nodded, her face red and trusting. I almost felt bad for assuring her of that, but I was quite confident it would come to be true.