Supernatural

Something weird sure is going on (part 1)

Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep, may angels watch me through the night and keep me safe til morning light. Amen.

As the times were coming and going, the missions that we were doing, one night I was laying in bed cuddling with Dean in one bed, Sam in the other in one of the cheap hotels we could afford, I was having a wicked dream. Or so I thought. I kept hearing the same words over in over in my head. It was like I was being called for.

"Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep, may angels watch me through the night and keep me safe til morning light. Amen." Sounded like a little children were saying.

Its been going on for a few days now but never thought of it. But tonight, it felt different. As it was a warning for help. This dream was longer than the others but felt so real.

Outside a tree branch scratches against the window. The girl sits up in bed, afraid. She gathers her courage, races to the window and pulls the curtain across, then hides back under the covers. The scratching tree branch turns into a long spindly fingered hand and the window is slowly pulled open. A shadow approaches the bed. The girl is wide-eyed and terrified under the covers. The hand is placed on her shoulder -- she is turned and sees someone in a hood, only their mouth and chin visible. The skin is deeply wrinkled, the mouth opens, and a bright light is emitted. The little girl begins to scream.

I sat straight up, jolting Dean in his sleep, waking him up as well. He grabbed his gun off the nightstand, knocking over the lamp waking Sam up as well.

"What's going on?" Sam asked sitting up and whipping his eyes.

"Heather are you okay? What's going on, was it another bad dream, your face is all sweaty." Dean asked when he put his gun back on the nightstand.

"I don't know, I feel like my angel side is kicking in. The passed few nights, I've been hearing children saying their night time prayer's to god, like its calling out to me. Then something comes for them making the children scream out for help." I said then looked at them. "That's when I wake up."

"Maybe it's a sign?" Sam had brought up after getting out of bed.

"Where you going?" Dean asked him.

"Its 6am, gonna get some breakfast then gonna check out if there's anything that matches what Heather's dreaming of is true." Sam said putting on his shoes.

"Thank you, Sam." I had said.

"Anytime." He said then walked out.

When he walked out of the room, I had got out of the bed, grabbed some of my clothes to take a shower. Once I got in, I turned on the hot water all the way before getting in. Once I have, I put my hands on the shower walls, letting the water hit me. Thinking of all the dreams, how they were all the same or different. But I couldn't put all the pieces together. They wasn't making since to me, I mean they were because it was a monster hurting them, but why was I getting their prayers. Was it because I'm part angel?

After about 3 to 4 hours of research and me meditating, to help make sure my powers are under control. As I was meditating, I somewhat went into dream world. My father came to me.

"I see your getting better at using your powers." He has said sitting on the couch.

He made me jump a little, falling back.

"Sorry."

"A little warning of you popping in like that. How can you even do that?"

"We're connected by our powers and our demons blood. Demons can do anything to be honest." He told me.

I nodded my head at him.

"Don't ever not listen to a dream. It could always be a sign of something." He told me. "I may be a demon and do bad things, but for my child, I would do anything."

"Dad, thanks but I gotta," I started to say but then I was pulled out.

I fell back from where I was at to Dean staring at me.

"Sorry, I called your name 3 times." He said.

I sat up and stared at the couch making Dean look at it too.

"Let me guess, Randy was just here?" Dean said.

I nodded then got up. "Yes, scared the hell out of me as well as you did."

"What did he want this time?" Sam asked.

"Something about; 'Listen to my dreams, they may mean something.' Whatever that's supposed to mean." I said.

"Well he may be right, from what you've said, I have found some weird things in Fitchburg, Wisconsin."

"Let's go check it out." Dean said.

I nodded grabbing my bag and headed to the car. After a while, and hour or two, I saw Sam looking over a journal.

"Dean, Heather, this may not be a coincidence. I was reading dad's journals and there's something about Fitchburg, Wisconsin."

"Dad wouldn't have sent us coordinates if it wasn't important Sammy." Dean said.

Sam getting frustrated. "Well I'm telling you I looked and all I could find was a big steamy pile of nothing, other than what Heather has told us. If Dad's sending us hunting for something I don't know what.

"Wait you said you found something." I had said.

"Well, I didn't other than what dad had in the journal."

"Well maybe he's going to meet us there."

"

Yeah. Cause he's been so easy to find up to this point."

"You're a real smart ass you know that?.... Don't worry I'm sure there's something in Fitchburg worth killing." Dean said.

"The way my dreams are, there is." I said.

Dean glances at Sammy then looks back at the road with a little grin. The impala cruises past the sign for Fitchburg, population 20,501.

Once we got there, we stopped at a little Diner, Glasow's Diner for some coffee.

As Sam leans against the Impala staring ahead, me still sitting in the back seat. Dean crosses to the road to us, holding a drink tray of 3 coffees.

Dean hands us a coffee. "Well...the waitress thinks the local freemasons are up to something sneaky but other than that no one's heard about anything freaky going on."

"

Dean you got the time?"

Dean looking at his watch. "Ten after Four. Why?"

Sam indictating ahead. "What's wrong with this picture." Sam has been watching a playground for awhile since we've been here. "It is deserted, only one child climbing around."

"School's out isn't it?" Dean asked.

"Should be." I said.

"Yeah. So where is everybody? This place should be crawling with kids right now." Sam said.

A woman sits on a park bench reading a magazine. Dean approaches.

"Sure is quiet out here." Dean said.

"

Yeah, it's a shame." She says.

"Why's that?" Dean asked.

"You know, kids getting sick, it's a terrible thing." She says.

"

How many?" Dean asked.

"Just five or six but serious, hospital serious. A lot of parents are getting pretty anxious. They think it's catching." She says.

They both watch the little girls playing by herself.

A

s Dean came back over to the car, Dean told us what the woman had said even though, we heard it. Or at least I did.

We headed over to Dane County Memorial Hospital to check out what the woman had said about the children.

We all enter and approach the reception desk.

"Dude. Dude I am not using this ID."

"

Why not?" Dean and I asked him.

"Cause it says bikini inspector on it!" Sam said.

I started chuckling at them. Their ID's suck.

Dean grinning. "Don't worry she won't look that close all right? Hell, she won't even ask to see it. It's all about confidence Sammy."

He spins Sam to face the desk and keeps walking. The receptionist looks up.

"Hi. I'm Doctor Jerry Caplin, Centers for Disease Control." Sam asked.

Receptionist asked. "Can I see some ID?"

Further down the corridor Dean and I sniggers.

Sam throwing Dean and I a dirty look. "Yeah of course." Sam quickly flashing the ID, holding his thumb over part of it. "Now could you direct me to the pediatrics ward please?"

"

Okay well, just go down that hall, turn left and up the stairs." The receptionist said.

Sam approaches a grinning Dean, giving major bitchface.

Dean still grinning. "See. I told you it would work."

S

am glares at Dean and shakes his head irritably. "Follow me. It's upstairs."

Sam, Dean, and I walk down the corridor. Dean looks into a room they pass. An old evil looking woman sitting in a wheelchair slowly turns her head to look at him. An inverted cross hangs on her wall.

"Dean!"

Dean follows Sam, glancing back toward the room. I was not far along. I looked at the cross and felt weird about it. It like took my faith away.

As we walked in, the Dr stood up from her desk and threw her hand out to offer us a seat. Dead gave me one of the chairs while he stood behind me.

"Well, thanks for seeing us, Dr. Hydecker."

"

Well I'm glad you guys are here. I was just about to call CDC myself. How'd you find out anyways?"

"Oh some GP, I forget his name, he called Atlanta and, uh, he must've beat you to the punch." Dean said.

"So you say you got six cases so far?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, five weeks. At first we thought it was garden variety bacterial pneumonia. Not that newsworthy. But now..." The dr says.

"Now what?" I had said.

"The kids aren't responding to antibiotics. Their white cell counts keep going down. Their immune systems just aren't doing their job. It's like their bodies are ... wearing out."

"Excuse me, Dr Hyecker." A nurse says.

The Nurse hands him some forms to look over and sign.

"You ever see anything like this before?" I've asked.

"

Never this severe."

"And the way it spreads...that's a new one for me." The nurse says.

"What do you mean?" We all asked.

"It works its way through families. But only the children, one sibling after another." The nurse says.

"You mind if we interview a few of the kids?" Dean asked.

"They're not conscious."

"None of them?" Sam says.

"No."

"Can we, uh, can we talk to the parents?" Dean asked.

"Well, if you think it'll help." The dr says.

"Yeah. Who was your most recent admission?"

"Nurse, take me to see the children while, my colleagues go talk to the parents." I had said.

"Yes, ma'am." The nurse says.

As the boys went with the dr, the nurse took me to where the kids were at. When we went into their room, I saw how weak they looked. They were horrible, I felt bad for them. As I looked over their charts, the nurse went over their vials.

As I put the chart back, I looked at the kids again. I touched them both feeling their pain and fears. Everything.

"Do you have kids, detective?" The nurse asked me.

"No, no I don't." I said as I touched their faces again.

"Do you know anything with nursing or health?"

"Kinda. My parents they knew some and taught me some of it. But they were only my adopted parents, my real parents well I didn't know them but knew of them. My mother was the healer. My father well there not much I do know of him."

After a few, I had walked back to where Dean and Sam were.

"You know this might not be anything supernatural. It might just be pneumonia." Sam was saying.

"Maybe. Or maybe something opened that window. I don't know man, look, Dad sent us down down here for a reason. I think we might be barking up the right tree." Dean says.

After thinking what they had said, maybe my dreams were off, just maybe. But since the father of the kids were gonna be away for a while, we headed to their house to check out Bethany's bedroom.

Once we got there Sam and Dean check the room with EMF, while poor little ole me, checked to see of I felted anything.

"You guys got anything over there?" Sam asks.

"Nah, nothing." Dean and I say.

"Yeah, me neither." He says back.

We kept checking. Sam moves to the window.

"Hey Dean?" Sam yells.

"Yeah."

"Whu." Sam staring at the windowsill. "You were right. It's not pneumonia."

Dean and I comes over and stare at a handprint rotted into the wood.

"It's rotted. What the hell leaves a handprint like that?" Same asks.

Dean shrugs as I put my hand over it. It felt weird and I didn't like it. Whatever it was, we was gonna find out. But how.

I had one option and I had to if they liked it or not. I turned around facing them then closed my eyes.

"Father!" I called out. As I opened my eyes, the brothers looked at me and I saw nothing but confused from them and he wasn't there. "Damn it, Randy! I, we need your help please. You said all I had to do was," I didn't even finished the last word he did when he appeared.

"Call." Randy had said, making all of us jump. "You rang, my child." He said.

"Yes," I said walking over to him. "I know you said not to unless I had to and well you know all about the bad things, the monsters or at least I hope you do."

"Heather, I know what I had said but right now isn't the time."

"Then what is?" I asked. "I need your help. No, we need your help." I said pointed at all of us. "What monster leaves a hand print that is rotten?" I asked.

Randy looked at all of us before taking a deep breathe then walked over to the window seal.

"It's a shtriga, a type of witch. Don't ask what it is, I don't really know. I've only heard of them, never came across em." My father had said.

"Thank you," I told him as I walked over to him and touched his shoulder.

"Anything for you. But seriously I gotta go. Need me call me in your dreams next time. I don't want to even seen around you for your safety." He said then smoked away.

The boys looked at me like I was crazy. I smirked at them before we headed out.

As well got to the car, Sam had went over their dad's journal once again.

"Randy said a what again?" Sam asked.

"A shtriga, its a witch."

"Yeah, says here dad done a mission like this while we were younger but never caught it. It just disappeared out of nowhere." Sam said.

"So now we know why Dad sent us here. He's faced this thing before. And he wants us to finish the job." Dean said.

"Yep." Sam said. "Says here, Dad hunted one in Fort Douglas, Wisconsin, about 16, 17 years ago. We were with him then, how come I don't remember this."

"You were a kid then." Dean said.

Once we got to a hotel we started going over everything, on what their dad knew and we knew.