Laurel | A Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter 15

Laurels POV

"How the hell are we gonna find out who the ghost is?" I asked. I looked at Sam who was sitting across from me at the table. His small computer screen lighting up his face. He looked so tired. "Sammy, go to bed. You're not gonna miss anything important if you get a few hours of sleep."
He shook his head. "I should keep researching."
"No, you shouldn't!" I reached across the table and closed his laptop. "It is one in the morning. Sleep."
After a few minutes of the back and forth bickering, he gave in. I watched him lay across the bed, his body relaxing. The snoring started soon after. I smiled and continued my research. I couldn't find anything on a relative or friend close to Andrew that died. Maybe this was something different. As I opened a new tab, the door of the motel room flew open and Dean ran through.
"Guys!" He ran towards me almost falling in the process.
"Dean? What's wrong?"
He put his hands on his knees and took a few deep breaths.
"Dean?"
I looked behind me and saw Sam walking towards us.
"Dammit! You're supposed to be sleeping."
"I'm okay, Laurel. Really." Sam put his hand on my shoulder and gave me a reassuring smile. He then turned his attention back to his brother. "What's going on, Dean?"
Dean stood up and stared at us. "Okay, so I was at the bar having a few drinks, and the place was clearing out. People were heading home. I was about to leave when guess who, walked in?"
"Who?" I asked. I hated guessing.
"Jake." Dean said.
"James' brother?" Sam asked. Dean nodded.
"He sat a few stools down from me. But he wasn't alone." Dean continued. "There was a... I don't know, a girl with him."
I stared at Dean. "You don't know if it was a girl? Dean! That's rude!"
"No no no, that's not what I mean. She was pale. Very scary. Long black hair, possibly Japanese? But it was like I was the only one that could see her."
"Jake wasn't talking to her?" Sam asked.
"I don't think he could see her. I think she was a ghost. What if that is what killed the two boys?" Dean sat on the bed and sighed. He wasn't really drunk, maybe a bit tipsy, so I knew it wasn't him making stuff up.
"Well, that doesn't explain why you could see her and nobody else could." I sat back in the chair at the table. Sam sat in the one across from me.
Dean shook his head. "I don't know what's going on but we have to figure it out or someone else is going to die."
"I will head back to the library when it's open but for now we can use the Internet." Sam said as he turned his computer back on.
We sat in silence for hours trying to find anything we could on something you could control.
"Nothing. There is nothing anywhere about whatever this stupid thing is." I said annoyed. "How do we know it's still not a ghost?"
"Well, there isn't a death in any family of anyone that is involved that would give a good reason to kill them. It just wouldn't make sense." Sam said.
"And the way they kill them, tearing the
open... m.o. doesn't fit." Dean added. He stared at the dim light of his computer screen. "But yeah, I'm lost too."
It was quiet until Sam spoke again. "Dean, did you say the girl looked Japanese?"
Dean thought for a second and then nodded.
"Laurel, that box that you found in Andrews office... wasn't the writing Japanese?"
I grabbed Deans phone and pulled up the picture he took, showing it to Sam. "Do you think it means something?" I asked.
Sam shrugged. "It could. We need to get it translated."
"How?" Dean asked. It was hard to use the Internet for something like that. Especially when you're in a motel room at three in the morning with very limited access to it.
"There was a food place close to where Andrew lives. One of the workers the was standing outside on break was Japanese." I said quickly, feeling like we finally got somewhere.
"What if he doesn't know it?" Dean asked. I never even thought of that.
"We better just pray he does." Sam said.
"I'll go see him in the morning and tell you what I find out." Dean closed his laptop. "Right now, we should all try and get some sleep."
I nodded in agreement and walked towards the bed. I grabbed a pillow and threw it on the floor, throwing myself after it. "Dean, if I wake up in the bed tomorrow and you're on the floor, you are gonna wake up with a knife in your eye."
"Yes Ma'm." Dean said. He laughed and got in the bed. I'm glad he didn't argue with me. I have slept more in the past three days than they have combined, and I only got maybe seven hours of sleep.
I listened to the sound of their breathing as they drifted off. I was tired, but I couldn't seem to fall asleep. I stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours when I finally started to drift off. The last thing I remember is a pair of strong arms wrapping around me, and the soft cushion of a mattress as I was set back down.