I Am Complete

CHAPTER 3

SAM'S POV:

When we arrive at the motel, we head straight to the motel room. I pull out my key and unlock the door, holding it open for Andy. She walks in and looks around the room. Dean is sitting at the small wooden table in the corner, papers messily splayed out. "Hey guys." He mumbles, scrolling on a computer, eyes close to the screen. There's only one other chair, so I opt to sit on the bed. Andy slides into the seat and grabs some of the papers, shuffling through them.

"So. We need to start on this." Andy says, pulling out a computer from her bag. I share the wifi password with her and she begins typing. Her fingers rush over the keyboard, eyes focused on the words she's scrolling through.

I find myself watching Andy as she works. She's beautiful. The way her eyes squint when she's reading tiny text, the way she bites her lip when she's thinking. Dean elbows me. "You've been reading the same page for five minutes." Dean says, smirking. I sit up a bit and look down at the paper. "Sorry, I guess I'm just tired." I say. "Sure. Tired." Dean mumbles under his breath. I glare at him, a light blush appearing on my cheeks. I sneak a look at Andy. She has a small smile on her face, her eyes trained on her computer screen. I'm sure she overheard that.

I go back to reading, my eyes skimming over the words. Suddenly, Andy jumps up. "I think I found something." She grabs her computer and brings it over, placing it on the table. I come stand behind her. "So, I was doing some research into the local history. Apparently, back in 1963, there was a woman named Juliet Adams. Story goes she caught her husband cheating, and in revenge, tore out his eyes. Nasty stuff." she explains.

"Then shouldn't the spirit be of the husband?" Dean asks, looking at Andy. I nod in agreement. "Here's the thing. Her husband survived. He managed to escape. Juliet disappeared. There was a man hunt, but she was never found. The husband ended up marrying his mistress and they moved into the same house. The house that Maxwell Trayton happened to live in." Andy finishes. Dean sighs. "If she went missing, how is she still haunting the house? And why hasn't she awakened until now?" That's the question of the hour."I have no idea," I mutter.

"We should try to talk to the family again, see if they're open to sharing now. We should also do an EMF reading of the whole house, I only had time to do the room where he was murdered." We agree. I stand up, my suit a little bit wrinkled. Dean changes and we head out, deciding to take two seperate cars. Andy climbs into hers and I join Dean in baby.

Dean starts the car and pulls out of the motel driveway, following behind Andy's car. "So. Andy." Dean says, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah. She's nice." Dean turns to quickly look at me. "You realize I saw you staring at her like an adoring puppy for ten minutes, right?" I shoot him a glare. "I just phased out, I wasn't staring at her-" Dean cuts me off. "Oh please. You like her." I shrug my shoulders. "So what if I do?"

"Knew it." Dean smirks. I roll my eyes at him. "Sam and Andy, sitting in a tree..." Dean sings. "Seriously? We're not kids, Dean." He mocks me the rest of the way to the house. When we finally pull up, I jump out of the car as fast as I can. We walk over to Andy. "We need to interview both the daughter and the mother. We also need to check the house for EMF." Andy explains. We head to the front porch and Dean knocks on the door. After a few moments, the door opens, revealing a small, middle aged woman. Her eyes are red, her hair unkempt.

"Hello again, Ms. Trayton. We would like to ask you some more questions." Andy offers a sad smile. "I already told you, we weren't there, we don't know anything." She tries to close the door. Dean sticks his foot in the way. "Please. We want to catch your husband's killer. To do that, we need your help." She hesitates. Then she opens the door, inviting us in.

She shows us to a small sitting room. She sits in an old armchair, fabric fading. The three of us squish onto the tiny couch. I sit in the middle of Andy and Dean, my large frame folded uncomfortably. Andy is almost sitting on my lap, her body pressed against mine. Dean is up against my other side, his body almost leaning over the arm as he tries to get some space.

"We would like to talk to your daughter as well, please." Andy says. Ms. Trayton walks to the staircase. "Carol, can you come down here please?" She yells. I hear footsteps on the stairs. A young teenage girl comes down, her dyed purple hair in a loose braid down her back. She gives a small wave. She takes a seat on the arm of her mother's chair, feet balancing on the ground. Her eyes are red as well, black circles underneath.

She eyes us with suspicion. "Hi, Carol. I'm Andy." Andy gives her a friendly smile, her tone light. "Hi." Carol says, her voice quiet. "So, to start, was your husband acting odd? In any way. Even the most insignificant thing can help." Dean asks. Ms Trayton bites her lip. "He was normal. He was jumpy, but I figured it was just nerves from work." Carol looks at her mother.

"We both know that's a lie. It wasn't from work." Carol is suddenly angry, her eyes narrowed. "Carol, stop. This is none of their business." Ms. Trayton says quietly, laying a warning hand on Carol's shoulder. Carol shrugs it off. "He's dead. It doesn't matter who knows anymore." Ms. Trayton shakes her head. "Carol. Stop." She gives it as an order, but Carol doesn't seem to listen.

Carol stands up, crossing her arms. "My father was a bastard. He was cheating. He was cheating on my mom with my soccer coach." she spits, her face red. Ms. Trayton looks down, her face a mixture of sadness and shame. "I-I need a minute." Ms. Trayton says, standing up. She rushes out of the room. Carol sits in the chair, face in her hands. I look at Dean.

"Carol. Can I ask you a question?" Carol nods weakly. "When did your mother find out that your dad was cheating?" I continue. Carol took a deep breath, looking up. "A few weeks ago. She found some texts on his phone. She didn't tell him she found it though. He had no idea she knew." I give her a tightlipped smile. "Your mother said he was jumpy. Could it have been from something other than the affair?" I ask. Carol opens her mouth to say something, but stops.

"If I tell you, you'll just think I'm crazy." She says. "I promise, we won't think you're crazy. We've seen some crazy stuff of our own." Dean explains. Carol looks at us, eyes searching. "I saw a ghost." She says quietly. Andy reaches into her pocket and pulls out her phone. She brings up a picture of Juliet Adams in her pink dress. She shows it to Carol. "Did she look like this?" Carol's eyes go wide. "That's her. How do you have that-" I interrupt Carol. "It's a long story. Don't worry, we're going to get this all sorted out. We'll find out what's going on. I promise."