truth about hunting • supernatural

Chapter 9: Are you psyched

"Shit. Was it my name? It's the name wasn't it. I never liked lying." I ramble on while I cover my face with my hand.

"It's more his suit actually. It looks like the cheap ones and I'm pretty sure that FBIs are getting enoug for a descent suit." Harriet looks up and down at Sam. And Sam just looks annoyed.

"It's okay. I won't tell the police. Anyway, what do, whoever you guys are, want? Fortune telling, communicate with spirits, energy work-"

"I want you to look at this photo." Sam pulls out one of the photos of the crime scene from his inside pocket. She reaches for the photo and sits back down to examine.

"So how does this work?" I butt in.

"Well, I hold something and usually have to force myself to connect with it to see into it, but sometimes with just a slight contact with something or someone I get these flashes of images in my head." She fiddles with the photo.

I have no idea how it works but I still nod.

Sam gestures to the photo and Harriet closes her eyes. Sam and I look at each other.

Harriet's grandmother comes in, carrying a tray with a fancy-looking teapot with detailed flowers painted, two cups matching the teapot, a small milk cup and sugar. She doesn't seem to care or acknowledge her grand-daughter doing her readings and places the drinks on the table and leaves without saying anything. I guess she's used to it but it ruined the mystical moment. I pour myself the tea and scoop few spoonfuls of sugar then add milk to the mix and stir it until it becomes a nice creamy brown.

As if she woke up from unconsciousness, Harriet's head jerks up as she inhales a massive amount of air. I almost spilt my tea out of surprise but manage to steady my hands. She levels her head and opens her eyes and exhales.

"So?" Sam snapped out of the trance.

"Blood" she mumbles, still searching for more readings.

"Yeah, we know. Blood everywhere but no body." I respond.

"Blood" she repeats. "Blood" she stares right at me as if she can see my soul (she probably can).

"We have eyes. We can see the photo." Sam.

"All I can see was blood pumping. That's it. No face. No weapon. No body. Just blood flowing in the system." Harriet runs her fingers through her slightly tinted hazel hair and again, inhales.

"Thanks, I guess." Sam shoots up and walks off to the exit as we follow him with our eyes.

I stand up, finishing off the last bit of tea in the cup, leaving the clump of sugar at the end. "Sorry about that. Thanks for the reading and the tea."

I reach for the photo in her hand. As our hands met she gets another reading. Her head jerks back and she comes back, exhaling but I can hear a bit of a wobble. She lets go of the photo. "Y-you a-are not-t human. Wh-at are you doing here?" She shoots up on her feet and stumbles back. She slowly gos behind the sofa without taking her eyes off of me. "You're parents... You. You are not human." I stay where I am, afraid that if I move the slightest bit, she will start attacking me or accusing me for being unholy, either way I will be the bad guy even if I haven't done anything.

"Get out of this house!" She roars as she begins to throw books from the shelves behind her. With the photo in my hand, I lift my arms up as defence and run backwards until I was out of her range then turn and run out.

Outside, Sam is waiting besides the post box. He has his phone out so he's probably texting Dean.

"Okay. That wasn't what I expected the outcome to be." I huffed. Sam turns around and gives me a glare.