Everything's Okay {Sam Winchester's Daughter}

Chapter 15-Bad Feeling

   "When I think teleport, I think crossroads demon." Sam says while he and Dean sit on the floor of the motel. I sit on the bed, listening.

   "Oh, yeah, a crossroads demon that likes to dress as Thinman and watch YouTube." Dean says sarcastically.

   "Oh, speaking of which, the video of Trey getting shanked is already online." Sam says, clicking on the video. I stand up off the bed, hovering over his shoulder.

   "Gnarly, dude!" I gasp, watching with intent eyes.

   "Gnarly?" Sam says, mocking me.

   "What are you, from the 80's?" Dean joins in.

   "Fuck off." I grumble, making my way back towards the bed.

   Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. Dean walks over and before he can open the door, Ed comes barging in.

   "Oh great, who the fuck invited these idiots over?" I say before realizing that it's just Ed. "...Single idiot." I then notice he's shaking and breathing heavily. "Hey, man, you good?"

   "I gotta tell you guys something important, and then the case is yours." He states. He sits on the bed next to me and I immediately stand up, away from him.

   "Harry was going to leave the Ghostfacers because of some drama, so I had to give him a reason to stay." He starts. "I made up Thinman."

   "What, so it is a Tulpa?" I ask. They ignore me.

   "So you're telling me all of this crap is just... crap?" Dean asks.

   "An old butler and lots of photoshop later, Thinman was born. I only faked one case, and it blew up. We were packing up to go home, when somebody posted another sighting of Thinman and we went after it."

   "And now he's searching for Thinman in the woods."

   "He what?" I yell.

   "Thinman has killed, actually killed two people now. This isn't just a game anymore. He's out there alone, searching for something that's killing people!" Sam yells.

   "He's gonna be fine." All three of us give each other 'I give up' looks before walking off to grab supplies.

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   Showing up at the place where Ed had dropped Harry off, we get out of the car. Harry stands there, holding his stomach. Blood covers his hand and drips down his body before collapsing.

   "Dean, you know the drill." I say, pressing down on the wound. He runs to the trunk and grabs the first aid kit.

   "Someone get me a bottle of water." I order, going into the familiar mode that I was in when Sam came home with a stab wound.

   After cleaning, stitching, and wrapping the wound, he becomes conscious again.

   "Thinman's real!" He says excitedly.

   "Found a fresh tire track. Took some photos." Dean says.

   "What for? Thinman doesn't drive." He scoffs. We all look at Ed with blank stares, silently telling him to tell Harry.

   "Harry. I made Thinman up."

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   "I got a hit on the tire tracks." Dean says, walking in on Sam talking to Harry, who was broken up over what he had lost. A potential wife, steady job, his best friends. Just to go on the road looking for some lie of a legend. I was standing outside the door, not wanting to interrupt. Obviously Dean didn't care.