You Can't Leave Me (Dean Winchester Love Story Book 3)

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Boy you really got me going
You got me so I don't know what I'm doing now
Yeah you really got me now
You got me so I can't sleep at night

You Really Got Me Now by Van Halen

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~NEXT DAY~

Skye's POV

We walk up to a big white house with Christmas decorations on the lawn. "This is where Mrs. Walsh lives, huh? Can't you just feel the evil pagan vibe?" Dean chuckles as he knocks on the door and woman in her late 60's answers the door. "Yes?" She asks. "Please tell me you're the Madge Carrigan who makes the meadowsweet wreaths." Dean says. "Why, yes I am." Madge smiles. "Ha! Bingo." Dean says to me. "Yeah? Uh, well, we were just admiring your wreaths in Mr. Sylar's place the other day." I say.

"You were? Well, isn't that meadowsweet just the finest-smelling thing you ever smelled?" She asks. "It is, it sure is. But the problem is, is that all your wreaths had sold out before we got the chance to buy one." I say. "Oh, fudge." She says. "You wouldn't have another one that we could buy from you, would you?" Dean asks. "Oh, no, I'm afraid those were the only ones I had for this season." She says. "Aww." I sigh. "Tell me something, why did you decide to make them out of meadowsweet?" Dean asks.

I notice a guy come down the staircase. He has an old-fashioned pipe and a cardigan. They both look very 1950's. "Why, the smell, of course! I don't think I've ever smelled anything finer." She smiles. "Yeah...um, you mentioned that." I say. How can someone be this fucking perky. "What's going on, honey?" The man asks. "Well, a very nice couple asking about my wreaths, dear." She smiles.

"Oh, the wreaths are fine. Fine wreaths. Oh, care for some peanut brittle?" He asks and I see Dean reach out to take some but I slap his arm away. "We're okay." I smile.

~MOTEL – NIGHT~

I look at my laptop and I take a quick glance at Dean who is sharpening a wooden stake and I see five other wooden stakes are on the bed and floor by him. I look back at my laptop and read the information. "I knew it! Something was way off with those two." I say.

"What'd you find?" Dean asks. "The Carrigans lived in Seattle, last year, where two abductions took place right around Christmas. They moved here in January. All that Christmas crap in their house...that wasn't boughs of holly. It was vervain and mint." I say.

"Pagan stuff?" He asks. "Serious pagan stuff." I say and look at him. "So, what, Ozzie and Harriet are keeping a pagan god hidden underneath their plastic covered couch?" He asks. "I don't know. All I know is we gotta check them out. So, what about Bobby and Sam? They sure evergreen stakes will kill this thing, right?" I ask. "Yeah, they are sure." He says, looking at the stake.

~CARRIGAN HOUSE~

We walk toward the house. I stay behind Dean as he picks the lock. When he gets the door unlocked we head inside. Both of us carrying a wooden stake. "See? Plastic." Dean whispers and I touch it and hold in a laugh as Dean shakes his head disapprovingly.

Dean goes into the living room as I head into the hall, which is decorated with ornaments and snow globes. I head into the kitchen and see plates of cookies and cakes. I shine my flashlight on the lock of a door. "Hey Dean." I whisper and he comes over and starts picking at the lock. Once he get's it open we walk down the stairs to the basement. I look over to where Dean pointed his flashlight and see bones covered with blood in a large bowl. We check the room. Holy shit. This whole basement looks like a butchery room rather than a storage room.

I walk over to a leather bag covered with blood and I look away disgusted. I move to another spot and pokes a bag that is hanging from the wall and the bag moves...someone is still inside struggling. I get grabbed by the neck from behind and am lifted off the ground. I let out a scream. "Skye!" Dean yells as he comes running.