You Are A What

Chapter 22~ I Don't Want Your Liquids!

Chapter 22

Dean's POV

We are all at the Roadhouse. Ellen had called after we got done after our case with Andy. "Jo?" Ellen says looking at her. "Hmmm?" She responds. "Go pull out another case of beer." Jo looks at her. "Mom." Ellen gives her a stern look. "Now. Please." Jo leaves to go get the beer. It leaves Arianna, Sam, Taylor, and I sitting in front of Ellen who is leaning on the bar. "So. You uh, you want to tell me about this last hunt of yours?" Ellen asked. Taylor looked over to Sam. "No. Not really. No offense, but it's sort of a family thing." I replied hoping she would drop the subject. "Not anymore." She said dropping a stack of papers on the bar. "I got this stuff from Ash. Andrew Gallagher's house burnt down on his six month birthday, just like your house. You think it was the demon both times, don't you? You think it went after Gallagher's family?" Sam looks to me then to Ellen. "Yeah, we think so." Sam says. What is he doing? "Sam."  I said making him look at me. "Why?" Ellen asked. "I really don't think this is any of your concern." Taylor spoke up looking to her. "You mind your tongue with me, girl. This isn't just your war, this is war. Now, something big and bad's coming and it's coming fast, and their side holds all the cards. Now, at best all we got is us. Together. No secrets or half-truths here." Taylor was about to respond, but Sam stops her and speaks. "There are people out there, like Andy Gallagher, like me. And um ... we all have some kind of ability." I roll my eyes feeling uncomfortable. "Ability?" She ask. "Yeah. Psychic ability. Me, I have, um, I have visions. Premonitions. I don't know, it's, it's different for everybody. The demon said he had plans for people like us. " Sam said. "Who is us? What plans?" Ellen was asking more intent than before. "So, far Andy, Me, and Taylor. If you count the living." Taylor's head snapped over to Sam. She gave him a feirce glare. "As for plans. We really don't know for sure." Sam finished. "These people out there, these psychics- they dangerous?" She questioned. "No. Not all of them." I say  easing her a little. "But some are. Some are very dangerous." Sam says. "Okay, how many of them are we looking at?" Ellen says. "We have some what of a pattern." Arianna says. She had been looking with Sam at all the research. "They've all had house fires on the night of the kid's six month birthday." I say after her. "That's not true." Sam says looking to me. "What?" Taylor's ask. "Weber? Or Ansen Weems, or whatever his name is-looked at his files, and there was no house fire. There's nothing out of the ordinary." Sam says looking at us all. "Which breaks pattern. So if there's any others like him, there'd be nothing in the system. No way to track 'em are really out there?" Ellen says. "And so who knows how many of 'em are really out there?" I ask. Ellen looks behind me. Turning around I see it is Jo. "Jo honey?" She ask. "Yeah?" "You'd better break out the whiskey instead.

TIME SKIP 

Taylor's POV
    I can't believe Dean, and Sam got us freaking arrested. "Now, Taylor we don't know how you are connected to the Winchesters-" I cut her off. "Why am I even here? I am not some nut case or murderer." I said turning away from the small, bar covered window. "We just want to hear  your side of the story. You seem to be close to the suspects." I rolled my eyes. "You say 'suspects', but never tell me what they are charged for." This woman is getting on my nerves. Like what even. I had a great 8th grade history teacher. I learned alot about laws and junk. Even got a pocket constitution. "Dean Winchester is a suspect for murder." Dean is a suspect for murder? They really need to tell me about their hobbies. "Murder? Dean Winchester murdering someone? That dude is soft like a teddy bear. Once he saved a kitten and named it Cuddles!" I exclaimed. Come on Taylor draw her in with your good looks, and charm. I can see the confusion on her face. "Well, it seems he has multiple charges against him. Credit card fraud, breaking and entering, and- Grave desecration. These don't even stack up against murder." She had files in her hand's flipping through them. "So, he has a bone fetish. Doesn't mean he killed someone." Come on Sam powers activate. Really could use your weird law mind. "I don't think you know how serious these charges are." I sit down on the chair leaning back, trying to play it cool. "There is one thing for sure. That is that you are wrong.  Now, take them files to your filing cabinet, and find someone else to feed your BS to." I smiled at the end of my sentence. She glared at me and walked out of the room. That is one point for me! I fist pump the air.

Sam's POV

    "He didn't kill anyone." Detective Ballard is trying to get me to talk. Go against, Dean. She smacks her hand on the table. "I heard the 9-1-1 call! Karen was terrified. She said 'someone was in the house'.

Flashback to When Karen Called 911 ( Third Person)

    Karen was sitting on the couch in her pajamas, crying. As she blows her nose, she hears a something pass by. She takes her glasses off rubbing her eyes;  she pauses then puts them back on. In a mirror across the room she see's a ghostly figure. Making a yelping noise, she runs and turns on the light. The figure is gone. Panicked she runs to the hallway, then goes into her bedroom shutting the door. Picking up the phone she calls 9-1-1. "Hello, emergency services." The operator says. "Hello? I think I saw someone in my house." Her voice shaking slightly. "What is your address?" The operator ask. "It's 421 Clinton Avenue. Please, can you-" A click sounds in the phone, the call is disconnected. "Hello?" She ask. The printer on her desk flicks on, shooting out papers with the same pattern on them 'danashulpsdanashulpsdanashulps'. Karen fumbles with a flashlight, and turns to see the ghost behind her. It's a young woman pale, with red eyes that dripped with blood. Karen screams.

Third person (In the police station)

    In the interrogation room Dean is muttering to himself, still handcuffed to the table. "Dana Shulps, Dana Shulps, Dana Shulps Dana, Dana Shulps." In another interrogation room Sam is writing Dana  Shulps in block letter, on a pad of paper. "Maybe it isn't a name. Maybe it isn't a name." Dean says still muttering. "Anagram, maybe?" Sam says. Her writes 'ANDA SH..' under the first line, then continues. Head down, Dean is still muttering to himself. Then a knocks sounds on the door. A middle aged man pokes his head in the door. Looking up Dean see's him. "Mr.Winchester?" He ask. "Yeah." Dean replies. "I'm Jeffrey Kraus. I'm with the public defender's office. I'm your lawyer." Dean deadpans. "Oh. Thank God. I'm saved." Kraus then proceeds to seat down beside Dean. "Hey, could I, uh, steal a pen from you? Some paper?" He ask looking toward the man. "Sure." Kraus replies handing some to him. "Uh, well, the police haven't found a weapon yet. So that's good. But, uh, they got your prints. And literally blood on your hands. And with your police record, uh-" Looking over he see's Dean is ignoring him. "Mr. Winchester? What are you doing?" Dean still scribbling on the paper says "I think it's a anagram." Kraus looks confused. "A what?" Dean looks up. "A anagram. Same letters, different word." The paper now reads:
DNA SHULPS
DAN SHULPAS
LAND PUSHAS
SUPASH LAND
PUSH LANDAS
PLUSH DANAS

    "Uh, do me a favor? See if you recognize any of these words, you know, local names, places, anything like that?" Dean ask turning the paper towards Kraus. "Do you understand how serious these charges are?" Kraus ask Dean. "I'm handcuffed to a table. Yeah, I get it. Humor me. Take a quick look." He says in a obvious tone. Kraus pulls the pad over closer to him. "Well, S-U-P, I don't know about that, but Ashland is a street name. Not far from here." He replies. "A street." Dean says to himself, then takes the pad ripping off the sheet, writing more on it. "Let's start with where you were the night Anthony Giles died?" Kraus ask Dean. He answers a question with a question. "Can you see my brother?" Kraus looks at him confused. "Mr. Winchester, you could be facing the death penalty here." He says. "Hey, thanks for the law review, Matlock. But. If you want to help me," He folds up the note he just finished holding it out to the lawyer. "I need you to see my brother." 

    Detective Ballard, is on her computer writing a email. Suddenly the repeated string of 'DANASHULPS' rolls across the screen. She looks around nervously. Meanwhile Arianna is sitting  in the waiting area of the police station. Her squeaky clean record had convinced them that she was in fact, not involved with the Winchesters. Pulling at her cardigan sleeves it felt cold in the station. "What should I do?" They will start to wonder why I am still here. Every Time a police officer passed she would duck her head a little more, so a wall of hair covered her face. 
    Sam, looked at the unfolded note Dean had sent him. It reads:
HILTS —
IT'S A STREET
ASHLAND.
-MCQUEEN
     Kraus is standing there looking between Sam and the note. "I hope that's meaningful. But I'd like to discuss your case now." Sam looks up to him from the note. "Sure thing, Matlock." Kraus looks at him surprised, taking a seat. "You two really are brothers, aren't you? Now. As you know, the DA might be interested in-" A knock on the door, is quickly followed by Ballard, who looks to Kraus. "We need you. With the other one." She says. 
    Taylor is now spinning a penny around on the table. A woman had brought in a cup of water, that she refused to drink saying 'I am not taking your liquids!' It had frighten the woman who ran away yelping. Which in turn got her hand cuffed to the table. The guard said that she had verbally assaulted a state employee. "Wow, tell someone that you don't want their freakin water gets you hand cuffed. This world is going down hill." She muttered.
    Several people have crowded outside the observation room where Dean was being held. A digital camera, set up in front of him. The male Detective Sheridan, was happy with himself. "Counselor? Your boy decided to confess." Kraus looked to Dean before saying "Mr. Winchester? I'd advise against that strongly." Sheridan dismissed Kraus then looked to Dean. "Talk directly into the camera, first stating your name for the record." Dean clears his throat, and leans forward looking straight into the camera. "My name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women. And I did not kill anyone. But I know who did. Or rather what did. Of course it can't be for sure, because our investigation was interrupted. But our working theory was that we're looking for some kind of vengeful spirit." Ballard looked at Dean appalled. "Excuse me?" She said. "You know, Casper the bloodthirsty ghost?" Dean said. The spectators started laughing. "Tony Giles saw it. I'll bet you cash money Karen did too. But see, the interesting thing is the word it leaves behind. For some reason it's trying to tell us something. But communicating across the vale, it ain't easy. You know, sometimes the spirits, they, they get things jumbled. You remember "REDRUM". Same concept. You know, it's, uh, maybe word fragments -other times, it's anagrams. See, at first we thought this was a name, Dana Shulps. But now we think it's a street. Ashland. Whatever's going on, I'll bet you it started there. " Dean spreads his hands, and smiles. "You arrogant b*stard. Tony and Karen were good people, and you're making jokes." Sheridan said getting angry. "I'm not joking, Ponch." He replies. "You murdered them in cold blood just like that girl in St. Louis." Sheridan still spitting mad. "Oh, yeah. That wasn't me either. That was a shape-shifter creature that only looked like me." Dean looked to the camera as if talking to an audience. Sheridan finally has enough and He hauls Dean up by the collar, slamming him against the wall. "Pete! That's enough." Sheridan looks to Ballard who had just yelled at him. "You asked for the truth." Dean says. "Lock his a*s up." Another cop takes over, roughly grabbing Dean's shoulder shoving him face first into the wall and handcuffs him. 
    Sheridan and Ballard walk to where they are keeping Sam. All that's left is the cup of coffee and note on the table. "What the hell? Where is he?" Sheridan says walking to the window, which is open. Looking out there is a four story drop, and no visible fire escape. Ballard sees the note, going over she picks it up. "These two guys." She says holding out the not to Sheridan. "Hilts and Mcqueen." He says confused. "Hilts is Steve McQueen's character in the Great Escape." Ballard replied. 
    Taylor had been informed by the lawyer that Sam had disappeared. "Yes, you go get 'em Simba." She whispered feeling proud.  After that she was alone. "Is this really what your life is,  Taylor. Going across the country, with two guys, and your best friend. I guess in the end it is all worth it. Like Dean says 'Saving People Hunting things' the only difference I chose this life. So, all I can do now is, fight. If I die I will go down fighting." She said wearing her signature crooked smile. 
    Ballard enters the police station bathroom, and the lights flicker. She sighs, then approaches the sink. All the faucets start pouring water, she recoils away from them. Steam rises, fogging the mirrors. In them the words 'DANASHULPS'. She wipes them away, to reveal the ghost. Her throat slit deeply, and eyes bloody red. She struggles to talk.
    Dean is handcuffed to another table when, Ballard enters the room nervous. "Can we make this quick? I'm a little tired, it's been a long day, you know, with your partner assaulting me and all." Ballard looked to Dean. "I want to know more about that stuff you were talking about earlier." Dean sighed "Time Life. Mysteries of the Unknown. Look it up." Ballard let out a breath of air. "Let's pretend for the moment you're not entirely insane." Dean hummed in response. "What would one of these things be doing here?" Ballard asked. "A vengeful spirit? Well, they're created by violent deaths. And then they come back for a reason, usually a nasty one. Like revenge on the people that hurt 'em." Dean replies explaining it. "And uh, these, they're capable of killing people?" She says rubbing her neck. While she doing that Dean notice something on her wrist. "Where did you get that?" He ask. She pulls up her sleeves to reveal bruises on her wrist, just like Karen's. "I don't know. It, it wasn't there before." Dean looked at her "You have seen it, haven't you? The spirit?" He ask. "How did you know?" She asked shocked. "Because Karen had the same bruises on her wrists. And I'm willing to bet that if you look at Giles' autopsy photos he's got 'em too, it's got something to do with this spirit, I-I don't know what." Ballard turns away looking into the mirror. "I know. You think you're going crazy. But let's skip that part, shall we? Because the last two people who saw this thing? Died, pretty soon after. You hear me?" Dean finished. "You think I'm going to die." She states. "You need to go to Sam. He'll help." Dean tells her. "You're going to give up your brother?" Ballard ask confused. "Go to the first motel listed in the yellow pages. Look for Jim Rockford - it's how we find each other when we're separated. Now you can arrest him if you want. Or you can let him save your life." 
    Sam and Arianna, are sitting at the motel desk going through files. There is a knock at the door. Sam opens it to see Ballard, he hesitates. Arianna has a worried look on her face. She shrugs then, comes in. She shows Sam and Ari her wrist. "These showed up after you saw it?" Arianna ask gentle examining the woman's wrist. "Yeah, I guess. " She replies looking at them both. "All right. You have to tell us exactly what you saw." Sam tells her. "You know, I must be losing my mind. You're a fugitive. I should be arresting you." She says looking at Sam. "All right. Well, you know what? You can arrest me later, all right? After you live through this. But right now you've gotta talk to me. Okay?" Sam says, She nods. "Now, what did this spirit look like?" Arianna ask letting Ballard sit at the desk, in her chair. "She was, um, really pale, and her throat was cut, and her eyes, they were like, this deep dark red? It appeared like she was trying to talk to me. But she couldn't. It was just - a lot of blood." Ballard says grimacing. "You know what? Here. I've been researching every girl that's ever died or gone missing from Ashland Street." Sam hands her the files of the girls. "How'd you get those? Those are from crime scenes, and booking photos." Ballard ask looking to Sam and Ari bewildered. "You have your job, We have ours. Here. I need you to look through these, tell me if you recognize anyone." Sam replies. Ballard starts flipping through the photos. On the third one she stops. "This is her. I am sure of it." She tells Sam and Ari. "Claire Becker? Twenty eight years old, disappeared about eight or nine months ago." Arianna said looking to Sam. "But I don't even know her. I mean, why would she come after me?" Ballard ask. "Well, before her death, she was arrested twice. For dealing heroin. You ever work narcotics?" Sam says answering a question with a question. "Yeah, Pete and I did. Before Homicide." She replies. "You ever bust her?" Sam ask.  "Not that I remember." Ballards says. "It says that she was last seen entering 2911 Ashland Street. Police searched the place, didn't find anything. Guess we gotta check it out ourselves. See if we can find her body." Ballard looks at Sam, weirdly. "What?" She ask as if He was crazy. "We salt 'n burn the bones. It puts her to rest." Ari replies. "Of course it is." Ballard says letting out a breath of air. 
    After arriving at Ashland 2911, Ballard saw Claire. That lead them to her body. "It's just, I mean, no vengeful spirit I've ever tussled with wanted to be wasted, so why the hell would Claire lead us to her remains? It doesn't make any sense." Sam says confused. By this time he had broken most of the wall were Claire had led them. "All right, here. Give me a hand." Arianna helps him take out a wrapped body. Pulling out a pocket knife, Sam cuts the rope holding it together uncovering Claire. Ballard holds out her wrist. "Her wrists. Yeah, they'd be bruised just like yours." Arianna says. Ballard notices the necklace on the corpse, and touches it cautiously. "That necklace mean something to you?" Sam ask. "I've seen it before. It's rare. It was custom made over on Carson street." She replies reaching into her neckline, showing one just like it. "I have one too. Pete, gave it to me." 
    Taylor was still in the interrogation room. "They could at least give me a book to read." She mumbles. Suddenly, Sheridan comes in the room hurriedly. Grabbing Taylor by the shoulder roughly dragging her to the door. "What the eff? Dude, I know I am irresistible , but calm yo tits." He doesn't say anything. "Well, this can't be good." She says looking towards the armoured van he was leading her too. Sheridan opens the door. Their is Dean. "Taylor?" He said looking at her in the dark van. "Dean. What the fudge did you do to this guy?" She ask trying to slip her hands out of the handcuffs. "Nothing. What did you do to get arrested?" Taylor looked at him feigning hurt. "What could I ever do to get arrested?" Dean gives her a look. "I sort of maybe not to nicely, say I didn't want any water." "How did you get arrested for that?" Taylor snorted. "I don't know. Something about insulting a state employee. You know they were not to nice to me either." She said pouting slightly. 
Ballard is driving Ari and Sam down a similar stretch of road, just finishing a call. "All right, thanks." She said closing the cell phone. "What is it?" Arianna asked. "Pete just left the precinct. With Dean, and your friend Taylor." She said. "What?" Sam asked. "He said the prisoner had to be transferred, and he just took him. Dispatch has been calling but he won't answer the radio." Ballard replied. "Radio? He took a county vehicle?" Sam ask. "Yeah." She answers. "Well, then they should have a lo-jack, you've just gotta get it turned on." Sam says. 

    The van pulls off the road into a clearing. "A pee break already?" Taylor ask. "You might wanna get your prostate checked." Dean says.  Sheridan gets out of the van, circling to the back. "Son of a biscuit." Taylor says looking to the van. Sheridan opens the van. "Hey, I'm cool in the van, you go do what you gotta do." Dean says scooting away Taylor following. "I am totes cool in the van." Taylors says still scooting she bumps straight into Dean. Sheridan grabs her throwing her on the ground. "Hey!" Dean says. Sheridan then hauls him from the van, throwing him in the same manner. "You're a cocky sons of a b*tches. You think those people in St. Louis are gonna buy that crap you're peddling? Here's the thing. You're not gonna make it to St. Louis. You're gonna die trying to escape." Sheridan says pointing the gun at Taylor, then to Dean. "Wait! Wait. Let's, let's talk about this. I mean, you don't want to do something that you're gonna regret later." Dean says trying to negotiate. Sheridan cocks his gun. "I think he does Dean!" Taylor says.  Then Ballard, Sam, and Arianna arrives. "Pete! Put the gun down." She says pulling her own gun on him. "Diana? How'd you find me?" He ask. "I know about Claire." She says. "I don't know what you are talking about." He replies. "Put the gun down!" Ballard yells. "Oh, I don't think so. You're fast. I'm pretty sure I'm faster." Sheridan replies.  "Why are you doing this?" She ask. "I didn't do anything, Diana." He said acting innocent. "It's a little late for that." She says. "It wasn't my fault. Claire was trying to turn me in, I had no choice." Sheridan says trying to explain himself. "And Tony? Karen?" Ballard ask. Dean and Taylor keep looking to Sam and Arianna. Sam grits his teeth not knowing what to do. "It was a mess; I had to clean it up. I just panicked." Sheridan says. "How many more people are gonna die over this, Pete?" She ask him. "There's a way out. This Dean kid's a friggin' gift. We could pin the whole thing on him. Right? No trial, nothing. Just, just one more dead scumbag. The girl is just a witness. She knows too much." Her replies. "Hey!" Dean exclaims. Sheridan raises his gun, and Dean backs off. "No one will question it. Diana, please. I still love you." She lowers her gun. "Thank you. Thank you." Sheridan turns back to Dean and Taylor. Ballard raises her gun firing hitting him in the stomach, making him crumble to the ground. Dean rolls out of the way grabbing Taylor best he could. "Then why don't you buy me another necklace, you a*s?" She says. He tackles her legs, the gun gets away from her. Sam tries to go for it, but Sheridan is there first. "Don't do it! Don't do it!" He yells. Ballard stares past Sheridan, who turns to see the ghost of Claire. Smiling through her bloody hair. A gun shot goes off. Ballard had recovered the gun, making him go down again this time more permanently. 
    Ballard is kneeling near her partner. Arianna walks over to her. "Are you okay?" She ask. "Not really. The death omen Claire. What happens to her now?" She asks. "She should be at rest now." Ari smiled a little. "So, uh. What now, officer?" Dean ask Taylor beside him rubbing her wrist. "Pete did confess to me. He screwed up both your cases royally. I'd say that there's a good chance that we could get your cases dismissed." She says as Sam walks up beside Ari putting his arm around her. "You'd take care of that for us?" He ask. "I hope so. But the St. Louis murder charges? That's another story. I can't help you. Unless... I just happened to turn my back, and you walked away. I could just tell them that the suspects escaped. " Ballard says. "Wait, are you sure?" Sam says with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah, she's sure Sam." Dean says. "No, it's just, I mean, you could lose your job over something like that." Ballard looks at them with small smile on her face. "Look, I just want you guys out there doing what you do best. Trust me, I'll sleep better at night." She turns to walk away. "Listen, you need to watch your back. They're gonna be looking for both of you right now. Get out of here. I gotta radio this in." She finishes. "Hey, uh, you wouldn't happen to know where my car is, by chance?" She turns back around. "It's at the impound yard down on Robertson." Seeing Dean's calculating look. "Don't even think about it." "It's okay, it's all right, don't worry. We'll, uh, we'll just improvise. I mean, we're pretty good at that." Sam replies a with a smile. "Yeah. I've noticed." She says turning back around. 
     Sam, Dean, Taylor, and Arianna walk down the road. "She seemed nice." Arianna said. "Yeah." Sam said. "Did she look familiar to you?" Dean said looking to Sam. "No, why?" Sam shoves Dean playfully, who bumps into Taylor who pushes him back. "I don't know. Anyway, are you hungry?" Dean ask. "Yasss!" Taylor said. "No." Sam said looking at her. "For some reason I could really go for some pea soup." Dean replies.