Chapter 16

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Sams POV

I sat at the table with my laptop open, doing more research. Dean went out about a half hour ago to try and find that worker. I looked over at the bed and saw Laurel slowly sitting up. Her hair was covering her face. She reached up and movies it back, running her fingers through it.
"I'm gonna stab Dean." She said.
I laughed. "Can you wait until he gets the box translated?"
She nodded. "I guess. But I'm not happy about it." She grabbed a new pair of clothes and walked into the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on shortly after.
I clicked on a link to a website and began reading when I heard Laurels voice fill the room again. She was singing. It was a sound I rarely heard, but I liked it. She sounded... happy. I looked up and saw Dean walk in.
"I found the-" he stopped and listened. "Is that Laurel?"
I nodded. A smile spread across his face. "Not bad. Who knew she could sing?"
I shrugged.
Dean stared at the bathroom door. "I wanna scare her."
"Dean, no."
"You ruin all the fun." He said, sitting at the table.
A few minutes later Laurel walked out of the bathroom.
"Oh, you're back." She said. She threw her stuff on the bed and sat at the table. Water droplets fell from her still wet hair onto the few papers sitting in front of her.
"Yeah, and let me tell you. I have never heard of this before." Dean began. I stopped my typing and listened. "He said the box read 'What you took shall be taken from you' or something along those lines."
"What does that mean?" Laurel asked.
"No idea." Dean said. "But, it's a Shojo."
"A what?" I asked.
"A Shojo. It's a Japanese ghost. I don't know much about it because the man at the restaurant had to leave, but that's what the Internet is for, right?" Dean said.
I nodded. "Exactly."
Within minutes Laurel, Dean, and I had all found various bits of information about the Shojo.
"A Shojo is said to realm where there's lots of alcohol. There's lore saying that, back in the old day, if you were plastered enough, you could see one skulking around the breweries in Japan." I read.
"So you have to be drunk to see it?"
I nodded.
"It says here that the spirit is usually seen around its master at certain points, but can also be seen around its next victim." Dean said.
"Can the victim only see it if they're drunk?" Laurel asked.
"I think it can be seen when drunk, like playing games with your mind, but you can see it once you're about to die." Dean finished reading the short excerpt on the website.
"You think Andrew has a buddy hanging around?" I asked.
"There's only one way to find out." Dean said. He stood up and grabbed his jacket.
"Woah woah woah. We can't just ask him." Laurel pointed out.
"We aren't going to. He had cameras in his office. Let's go do a little breaking and entering and see what we can find." Dean smiled and walked out the door. Laurel was quick to follow.
"You know, this isn't the stuff you guys should be teaching me."
I smiled. "It is when you're a Winchester. And anyways, you already know how to pick a lock. We aren't even teaching you." I said.
"No, but you're condoning it."
We laughed and piled in the car. We arrived at Andrews and much to my surprise, nobody was home.
"They make it so easy!" Dean said as he ran to the door.
I walked into the house after Dean picked the lock. We walked down the hallway and into the office we were at before. I picked up two stools and set them next to the office chair that Dean was sitting in. Laurel sat on his right and started fidgeting with the toys on the desk.
"I got the tape." Dean said. He pulled up a recording of the same room we were in. Andrew walked in and sat at his desk.
"Fast forward." I said.
Dean sped up the tape and we watched as Andrew worked, stopping shortly to have a few drinks. He unlocked the drawer and took out the box with the Japanese writing on it. He opened the box and pulled out the alcohol inside, drinking it straight from the bottle.
"Damn. He might be worse than I am." Dean said.
I shook my head. "Not even close."
Dean elbowed me and started the tape over, then paused it.
"Looks like we gotta break out the alcohol. Sam, grab me the whiskey off the shelf."
I picked it up from behind me and poured two glasses, one for me and one for Dean.
"Woah! What about me? I'm not missing out on this. This is the coolest hunt ever." Laurel said.
I nodded. "She's right. And one of us needs to drive anyways."
"I can drive though." She said.
"I know, but it will probably be easier if I stay sober. You can't drag both Dean and myself back to that motel room on your own." I slid my glass to Laurel. "Have fun." I laughed, feeling a bit of relief that I didn't have to drink. It never really was my thing.
Laurel and Dean drank one after the other. The taste seemed to bother Laurel at first, but she got used to it the more she drank.
"Psst."
I looked over at Laurel who was leaning across Dean. She pointed at me and waved her hand, motioning for me to get closer.
"Yeah?" I asked, leaning forward.
"I love you, Sammy." She smiled and put her hand on my shoulder. Her face was pressed against Deans back, who was leaning forward on the desk. I laughed and took her hand.
"I love you too, Laurel."
"Do you think..." She slurred her words and drifted off, thinking about something else. "How come we don't have a dog?"
"Too hard to take care of when we are away." I smiled.
"Let's get a dog. We will bring it with us." She said.
"No dogs in the Impala." Dean said.
Laurel leaned back, almost falling off the stool, and stared at Dean. "Why are you so bossy?" She whispered. She fell into a state of uncontrollable laughter that filled the room. Dean soon joined in, unaware of what she was laughing at, but thinking it was funny all the same.
"We should do this more often." Dean said.
"Probably not a good idea."
"No, no. He's right." Laurel said. "I'm gonna get another drink."
I put my hand around and her set her back down. "I think you've had enough."
"Are you sure? What if I can't see it."
"You'll be able to see it, Laurel."
"See what?"
This is not gonna be easy. I reached over Dean and pressed play, fast forwarding the tape until they showed a reaction. When Andrew opened the box, both Dean and Laurel let out a small gasp.
"What the hell is that?" Dean asked. "I think I saw it at the bar."
"It's the ho-ho." Laurel said, a look of worry and confusion across her face. She burped and closed her eyes, getting tired from the drinking.
"Shojo." I corrected.
"Are you sure? I thought you called it a ho-ho."
"We're killing Santa?" Dean asked.
I shook my head. "No. Just... watch the tape."
Dean and Laurel stared at the tape for a few minutes before exchanging glances.
"How do we kill it?" Laurel asked.
"I read that we need to use a sword with a Shinto blessing."
"I got a sword." Laurel said. "Well, the man in the store does."
I nodded. "Yeah, that's usually how it works. You kind of have to buy it."
"The antique place by the bar." Laurel whispered.
"Yeah, let's go to the bar!" Dean yelled.
"Hey, Dean. Wanna hear a joke?" Laurel asked.
Dean nodded, a goofy smile spreading across his face.
"A man... no, two of them, ducked into a bar. Uhhhh... the other one ducked." Laurel said. She smiled and laughed again, thinking it was right. Dean laughed with her, too drunk to realize her mistake.
"Let's get you two back to the motel."

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"Thank you." I said. The man smiled and walked back into the restaurant. I finally got the sword that Laurel was talking about and got it blessed by the man who had helped us before. I drove back to the motel to find Dean and Laurel sitting on one of the beds, a deck of cards sprawled out in front of them.
"I don't actually know how to play this game. But I think I'm winning." Laurel said. She threw down the cards in her hand. "Bingo!" She yelled.
Dean laughed. I could tell the alcohol had warn off of him a bit, he was able to think straighter, but he still wasn't all there. Laurel on the other hand, probably wouldn't get back to normal for a few days. She drank almost as much as Dean did, and for being so small, it affected her much differently.
"We are playing go fish, Laurel."
She nodded and picked up her cards again. She slammed them down once more and threw her hands into the air. "Go fish!" She yelled.
"Dean, you okay to do this?" I asked. He nodded and stood up.
"Hey, me too." Laurel scrambled off the bed and stumbled out the door, somehow managing to get into the Impala on her own.
"Let's go kill the sho-ho!" She screamed.
"Close enough."
I climbed in the Impala and drove to Jakes house. The ride was quick. We climbed out of the car and slowly made our way towards the house. Dean carried the sword, ready to swing when he saw something.
I knocked on the door and to my surprise, Jake answer. The second he swung the door open, Laurel and Dean gasped.
"Corner of the room." Dean whispered to me.
"Hey, you two are the feds from the other night." Jake said.
"Jake, we need you to listen to us. You are in danger." He stared at Dean and I and then looked at Laurel.
"Is she drunk?" He asked. Laurel was staring at her hands, focusing on the creases in her fingers.
"They both are. Look, the thing that killed your brother and his friend, it's after you too."
I worked quickly to explain things to Jake. He didn't believe me at first, but eventually let us in when Laurel started describing the Shojo. He said he saw it last night.
"It must be messing with you." Dean said.
We sat in Jakes house for hours, waiting for something to happen. I was about to suggest we try again tomorrow when Jake started screaming. I looked over and saw him staring at the wall.
Dean and Laurel stood up quickly, Laurel almost falling in the process. Dean held up the sword and swung. The sword flew out of his hands and over to me. Dean was thrown against the table, breaking it in half. Laurel ran towards it, but was thrown into the wall, knocked out cold. I raised the sword.
"Jake, where is it?" I yelled.
"Next to you!"
"Which side?"
"Right!"
I swung to my right. Nothing changed. Jake started screaming again. He was pushed back, landing on the ground. His head hit the table. I ran towards him, swinging at the air in front of me. The sword stuck into something, freezing mid swing. A pale Japanese girl with long dark hair and dark eyes appeared in front of me. A blue light appeared from where the sword stuck out of her chest. She began screaming, and in a flash of blue and white light, she was gone. The screams vanishing with her.
I stared at Jake, who assured me he was okay. I saw a small trickle of blood running down his face. After confirming it for myself, I managed to get my brother back into the car. I walked back inside and scooped Laurel into my arms. I laid her in the backseat of the car and turned around to see Jake standing behind me.
"Thank you." He said.
I nodded and gave him a small smile. I turned and walked towards the impala before Jake spoke again.
"So it's all real?"
I turned and stared at him.
"The... Monsters?" He continued.
I nodded. "Yeah, they are." I motioned towards the car. "But my brother and sister and I... We take care of it."
Jake nodded. "You're heroes, you know that?" He smiled. "Thanks again." He turned and walked back inside.
I walked to the drivers side of the Impala. Dean was doing a bit better but he was still pretty out of it. He had fallen asleep while I was walking him to the car. I sighed and stared at Laurel who was still passed out in the back seat.
My next case is to sober these two idiots up.

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