Chapter 9
Los Angeles
Warner Brothers Studio
(14-Weeks)
It was late and Dean was irritated as they walked back toward Stage 9. Not only had they dug up and burnt that Elise chick’s corpse, but by the time they got back to the studio there was another murder matching a different death from ’66. And if that wasn’t bad enough Jo still wasn’t answering her phone and now neither was Ellen.
This is exactly why Dean didn’t get involved with females. It’s exactly why he kept himself from having a so called “home and a “family” because all they do is cause distractions. He’d been slacking on the job because he had been worried about Jo.
They had already lost daylight, there was no way to burn the bones of the second ghost, the set had been shut down until further notice, and Sam was giving him an attitude. At least they were able to catch a break in the job.
Apparently the original script was written by Walter, which also explained why he kept getting so pissed off when things were changed. After grabbing their bag of weapons from the Impala they walked into the empty studio and rummaged around looking for the script. Dean found a couple copies and tossed one to Sam.
After a few minutes of reading it Dean grunted.
“Should’ve kept Walter’s original script. It’s actually pretty good.”
Sam shook his head.
“Yeah. And it reads like a how-to manual of conjuration, like a textbook on how to summon ghosts and get them to do whatever you want.”
“Yeah, like kill people.”
“Yep. So, let’s say somewhere down the line, Walter learned some pretty black magic.”
Dean glanced up at Sam and nodded.
“Yeah. And let’s say he’s pissed at these people for wrecking his movie.”
Sam nodded.
“Motive and means.”
“It’s worth checking out.”
Dean closed the script and tossed it aside as he raised an eyebrow at Sam.
“What?”
“We gonna talk about this?”
Sam furrowed his brows.
“About what?”
Dean made a face and gave Sam a ‘you know what I’m talking about’ look. Sam sighed.
“You don’t like Madison…what more is there to say?”
“Sammy it’s not that I don’t like her…it’s that she’s dangerous. We thought we fixed everything, but she changed last night…at the Roadhouse…where hunters are…where Ellen is…and Jo. I can’t…”
Dean paused, shook his head, and ran a hand over his face.
“I can’t be worried that every time we leave for a job something might go wrong and your girlfriend might hurt…the people we care about. It distracts me…and if I’m not on my game…if we’re not on our game people die.”
Sam watched Dean closely and his jaw clenched.
“What about me Dean? Am I not allowed to be happy? Maddie makes me happy…she understands me. Maybe I know what it’s like to have something dark inside of you that you can’t control…that you’re afraid of.”
Dean opened his mouth to say something, but Sam cut him off.
“I’m not giving her up and if that means that we need to find a different place to stay while we’re home from hunts then I’ll see if Bobby will let us crash with him.”
Dean gaped at Sam.
“You’re serious about this? You’d leave…just walk away?”
Sam rolled his eyes.
“Don’t be over dramatic Dean. I wouldn’t leave. We’d still be hunting together, but if you’re gonna stay at the Roadhouse with Jo and Ellen then I can just stay with Maddie at Bobby’s. That way there aren’t any problems and no one needs to worry.”
That wasn’t what Dean wanted. He didn’t want Sam running off to Bobby’s. They’d just have to work something out…He watched Sam’s facial expression carefully and grunted.
“We’ll work something out I guess.”
Sam opened his mouth to respond when they heard screaming coming from the back of the sound stage they were in. They glanced at each other with wide eyes, grabbed their shot-guns from the bag, and ran in the direction of the voice.
“Oh, God, no! Please, no!”
Walter advanced on Martin as a ghost pulled him towards the large running fan.
“You ruined it, Martin! Everything I worked for!”
Panic crossed Martin’s face.
“Oh, God! Walter!”
Walter grinned sadistically as he spoke.
“Now you’re gonna find out what being a ghost is really like.”
“Walter, please! Walter, help me!”
Walter just stood back and watched. Just as Martin was a few inches from the fan, a shotgun went off blasting the ghost away. Dean approached Martin, gun in hand as Sam jogged behind the fan and turned it off. Dean stretched out a hand and helped Martin up.
Martin looked at Dean with an expression of awe on his face.
“You are one hell of a P.A.”
Dean gave him a solemn nod.
“Yeah, I know.”
Sam came over by Dean and Martin and the three of them turned to face Walter. He glared at them as he spoke.
“What are you doing?”
Sam glared at Walter.
“I could ask you the same thing, Walter.”
He climbed the scaffolding stairs away from Martin and the Winchester brothers. Sam continued talking when Walter didn’t answer him, just kept walking.
“Raising these spirits from the dead? Making them murder for you? That’s playing with fire, Walter.”
“You don’t understand.”
Sam shook his head.
“You know what? You’re right, I don’t understand.”
“Just…wait, look. You put your heart and soul into something, years of hard work. It’s years. And then they take it! And they crap all over it! And then they want you to smile and say, “Thank you”.”
Sam was getting sick and tired of these Hollywood people making such a huge deal out of movies and scripts and what not. It was really starting to get on his nerves.
“Walter, listen. It’s just a movie. That’s it.”
Walter scoffed.
“Look…I’ve got nothing against you, man. You’re not part of this. Just please, please, just leave. But Martin’s gotta stay.”
Before Sam could say anything Dean shook his head.
“Sorry, can’t do that. It’s not that we like him or anything, it’s just a matter of principle.”
Walter shrugged.
“Then I’m sorry, too.”
He raised the talisman and started chanting. Sam shouted, but it was too late.
“Walter. Walter, don’t.”
The set started to shake and three ghosts appeared in front of Sam, Dean, and Martin. Dean raised his shotgun and called out to Sam.
“Sam!”
The ghosts, who are all deformed in some way started walking toward them. Dean was getting impatient as they moved closer.
“Come on, come on.”
And then before Dean could get a shot off they all disappeared. Dean frowned he started to lower his gun, but then out of nowhere Sam was knocked to the floor. Dean ran over and helped him up before they moved toward Martin.
“Shit! Come on, come on! Move!”
Sam, Dean, and Marty ran into another building as the lights on set started firing off. They slammed the door shut behind them. Dean pulled soma mo out of his pocket and started to reload his gun. It was shit like this where people did serious black magic for stupidity that pissed Dean off. He decided to attempt to break the tension in the small room.
“Come out to the coast! We’ll get together, have a few laughs!”
He turned around to a confused looking Sam and an out of breath Martin. He glanced around and shook his head. It wasn’t until then that he realized they’d entered the abandoned house set. Great, the day couldn’t really get any worse anyway…
“Oh, man!”
Between gasping breaths Martin spoke.
“I can’t believe this. Ghosts are real!”
“What makes you say that?”
Dean and Sam surveyed the area as Martin spoke.
“But I don’t understand. How is Walter controlling them?”
Dean shrugged and Sam spoke as he moved over toward them and pulled out his cell phone.
“Probably that talisman.”
He started fidgeting around with the camera on his phone and a look of confusion crossed Martin’s face as he watched him.
“What are you doing?”
“I mean, if film cameras pick these suckers up, then…maybe…”
He motioned to the camera on his phone and then does a scan of the room with it. Martin peaked over his shoulder and his eyes went wide when Sam froze in one direction and he saw one of the ghosts a few feet away. Sam’s eyes widened as he pointed.
“Dean! Right there!”
Dean aimed his gun and took the shot. Sam nodded.
“Got him….Hey! Right there!”
Dean let another shot off. Sam glanced around and noticed Walter running away on the upper level. He swore and handed the phone to Martin.
“Here, you get the idea?”
Martin nodded as his shaking hands took the phone.
“Yeah.”
“All right, you hold them off. I’m going after Walter.”
Sam nodded towards Dean who motioned for him to go. Martin came up beside Dean and started scanning the room with the phone.
“I cannot believe there’s an afterlife.”
Dean snorted.
“Oh, there’s an afterlife, all right. But mostly, it’s a pain in the ass.”
Martin pointed.
“There!”
Dean let off another shot and shook his head. He always got stuck in these situations…
Sam ran around the set and exited through the back door. He waited and watched as the side exit door opened and Walter looked behind him as he was walking out. When he turned forward he stopped in his tracks as he came face to face with Sam.
Sam put up his hands as he spoke.
“It’s over, Walter. Now give it to me.”
Walter glared at Sam, lifted his hand and slammed the talisman on the ground shattering it into several pieces. Sam’s eyes widened and his face had a stunned look on it as Walter yelled.
“There, okay? Now no one can have it.”
Sam swallowed hard.
“I wouldn’t have done that if I were you.”
Walter smirked.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“And why not?”
“Because you just freed them. We can’t stop them now. Walter, you brought them back, forced them to murder. They’re not gonna be very happy with you.”
The sound of footsteps made him turn his head. Dean and Martin came jogging around the corner and stopped next to Sam. Walter frowned.
“Yeah? So, what?”
Sam opened his mouth, but before he could say anything Walter suddenly fell to the ground screaming. His body jerked as he yelled and his flesh started to peel back. Blood leaked from his wounds as he continued to thrash around.
Sam and Dean stood there and Martin made a face. He lifted the cell phone and through the camera he could see several ghosts tearing Walter apart.
“Ugh…oh god…”
I shut the phone and gave it back to Sam. There was nothing they could do for Walter. They turned and headed back into stage 9 so they could head out front to the Impala. Martin walked with them quietly. When he couldn’t take it anymore he spoke.
“What happens now?”
Dean glanced at him and raised an eyebrow.
“Sammy and I hit the road.”
“Just like that?”
Sam nodded and looked at Martin.
“Yup just like that.”
Martin nodded and shook both their hands.
“Thank you…both of you…this…it’s crazy…I gotta…I gotta go change the script!”
Martin’s eyes widened as he walked away from Sam and Dean in a daze. Sam shook his head as they watched him go.
“Unbelievable.”
Dean nodded.
“Tell me about it…we headed back?”
Sam shrugged.
“It’s late…we could crash another night at the motel…or we can grab our stuff and head out.”
They looked at each other and spoke in unison.
“Let’s head out.”
Dean smirked and Sam shook his head as they walked out the front door toward the Impala. They tossed their weapons in the truck and got in the car. Dean started it up and smiled as his car purred beneath him. He turned on the radio and the soft sounds of Pink Floyd filtered through the car.
As he shifted in gear and they took off down the road Sam closed his eyes and leaned against the passenger seat. Dean’s voice broke the silence.
“Hey Sammy…”
“Hmm…”
“How far out of our way is San Francisco?....”
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