Supernatural... But Better (Vol. I)

Chapter Thirty Two

So, there I was, staying in the motel room while they went and checked it out.

The drive was spent with me trying to convince them to let me come along, but they didn't budge. Finally, about halfway through, I realized I wasn't going to get through to them, so I gave up, instead choosing to silently mope in the backseat. That didn't do anything to convince them, but it did show them how upset I was, which was good enough.

The second we'd gotten to Lawrence, they'd unpacked the car, then immediately went over to their house. So, being alone and bored, I switched on the TV, lounging around on my bed until they got back.

After a little while, that got boring too, so I looked around for anything to do. The only thing around was a phone book in the drawer, so I pulled it out and began flipping through it— anything to avoid being bored.

One of the names on the businesses page caught my eye, under "psychics" — Missouri Moseley. My eyes paused on the name. I recognized it, but I couldn't figure out where. Tapping it, I searched my mind, trying to figure it out.

Suddenly, I got it. My mentor had mentioned her. Every time we saw anyone claiming to be psychic, he'd scoff and say they were all faking it, but Missouri, she was the real deal. I'd always been a little suspicious, but figured he was too smart to be taken for a fool.

Curious, I pulled out my phone, dialing up the number.

A kind voice greeted me on the other end. "Ah, Annabeth, I was wondering when I'd finally get to speak with you."

I breathed a laugh. "Oh? And why's that?"

"Well, I know for a fact that one of my best clients told you about me, and since you're in town, I figured it was only a matter of time," she explained.

Shrugging, I figured I'd treat her like she was a real psychic, even if she wasn't. "I assume you know why I'm in town."

"Oh, of course, honey. You're here with your friends, Sam and Dean, there's something wrong with their house— oh, dear, are you sure? Well, that's no good, but knowing you three, I'm sure you'll be able to fix it."

I rolled my eyes, leaning back against the headboard. "Yeah, if they ever actually let me help them."

She laughed. "They're not letting you help? Oh, I see... you hurt your hand while hunting, and now they're treating you like you can't do anything. Well, that won't help matters at all. They need you, dear."

"Thank you!" I exclaimed, glad that finally someone realized that. "Now, try telling them that."

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, they'll be coming here a little later today, so I will, dear. I have a feeling we'll be meeting in person quite soon, so see you then, honey!"

"Bye, Missouri."

When she hung up, I let the phone rest on my shoulder, thoroughly amused by our conversation. Well, it seemed my mentor was right, but what would really seal the deal was if she somehow got Dean and Sam to change their minds.

Setting the phone book aside, I returned to watching mindless TV. I still had a whole lot of waiting ahead of me.