A Supernatural Fairytale

Chapter Four

      "Doctor Garrison!" You called down the hall, both you and Sam jogging to him as he turned and stated, "This is the second time we are meeting like this agent. Tell me, where is your partner?"
"Out, He is trying to figure out a possible attack."
"Well what can I do for you two?"
"Well it is actually about Callie. I was wondering if we could..."
"What about Callie?" The doctor was defensive, however you had no time to be passionate like Sam, because you knew this story all too well, and knew that Dean had just become the lumberjack of the story.
"Listen this is not going to be easy to hear but what happened to Callie was not an accident. I'm sorry to have to tell you, and I know we have no right but..."
"Exactly, you have no idea what happened to my daughter."
"You are right I don't, but I know what it feels like. I know exactly how you feel right now, and that there are things you still want answers too. We believe we have those..."
"How could you possible know how I..."
"I lost my brother, it was just the two of us against my parents. I came home one day and he was in bed, dead in his sleep. Turns out my mom slipped him something, and he never woke up. The corners report said it was dish washer fluid, she must have slipped it in his juice." Your eyes tearing up as he looked to you, his own eyes watering, "I think your late wife might have done a similar thing to Callie."
"Why would you say something like that to me?"
"We need your help, because if we don't get it, then I am afraid a lot more people will get.."
"You two, just stay away from me, and Callie!" He stated before storming into Callie's room, Sam following him as you stood still, replaying the real story in your head.
"[Y/n], how does the story end?" Sam whispered, his head against the door Garrison had just shut in his face.
"The grandmother and little girl get eaten. A hunter saves them."
"Okay but these are all twisted so..."
"Everyone dies." You exhaled, Sam putting together what you already had.

"I'm calling security." Garrison started as you and Sam marched into the room, Sam stopping him as he covered the phone, " Listen I would love to do this the easy way, but we are short on time, so I need you to listen to me, cause if you don't more people will get hurt, including my brother. Callie is still here, and we think she is the one hurting all these mystery cases."
"What are you..."
"We know it sounds crazy, but please just hear him out." You pleaded
Garrison looked at Sam intensely as he continued, "Callie is a spirt, and we think that she is acting out to get your attention, to tell you what really happened."
In that moment it was like everything clicked, Garrison looking at his daughter as he slowly approached her, you could see the realization on his face, "You knew?"
"Have you seen her too?" He asked you as you looked to Sam, "Not personally, but Sam and Dean have. She looks the same as she did around the time she was poisoned, white dress, long black hair tied back in a ribbon. She left Dean a apple when they went to look in on a hunch. I was here questioning you about disappearing children. When they told me that, that is when I figured out it was Callie.... and learned she was your daughter."
"You really don't think..."
"I do. I don't think she means it, but I also don't think she can fully control it. Now it seems to be she is twisting whatever the most recent fairytale you read her is, meaning right now, somewhere in town, she is recreating Little Red Riding Hood."
"You know I always sensed her." He rose and circled her bed, disregarding your words as he looked at her, "At first I thought I was going crazy but.."
"It is like a sense of comfort almost. Trust me I know how it feels. I felt that way for a long time after Tommy." You said, "But Garrison, we have to find a way to stop her, or else these twisted tales will get worse and worse. Do you think there is any way...."
"You three aren't cops are you?"
"No, but we know how to deal with situations like this." Sam interjected as he took a stance at your side.
"And my wife poisoning her, how could you possibly..."
"Callie told us, when she left Dean that apple. Snow White was poisoned by her vain, and jealous stepmother, and put into a deep coma. Sound familiar?"
"My wife loved Callie, she would have never hurt her like this!" He gestured towards Callie's body as Sam looked at you inhale slightly
"We believe that you believe that, but we also believe her. She wants you to believe her too, but you aren't listening. So now In an attempt to get your attention, or to release some pent up frustration she is killing people. And at this point, the man I would protect with every fiber of my being is standing between the victims and your daughter's fairytale war machine. So I am begging you doc, if you want the truth, if you want answers, if you want to see your little girl again, then please just listen to her, before it is too late." Your eyes watering as you pleaded with him, his eyes casting again to Callie as he exhaled
"How do I listen to her, if she isn't here?" Garrison softly whispered as Sam answered, "You have to summon her back, tell her you are ready to listen."