Blood, Sweat, and Tears ch. 12

Sam stared at the girl with a blank look on his face. Andrea looked back and forth between Sam and Dean. There was a long awkward silence before Dean finally entered the house. Sam followed him. “How long… how long have you lived here,” Sam asked.

“Only about two weeks.” Andrea studied them, mostly Dean, as they entered the living room and sat down. She remained standing, leaning against the archway that led into the room. Everything about the house was the same as Sam’s dream. “You two sure grew up nice,” she said with a smile.

“Excuse me,” Dean asked. He looked at the girl trying to find out if he knew her. He recognized the name vaguely.

“Well I mean it’s only a vague memory but still,” she said softly. “She was still studying Dean. “You were a strange looking kid,” she said with a laugh.

“I’ve heard,” Dean said bitterly. Sam simply smiled. Some aspects of this girl’s personality were the same. Her voice was different though. She had a stronger accent.

“I just mean,” she paused and looked him over again. “Wow,” she said with a smile. “I remember my stepfather speaking very highly of your father. I don’t really remember much about you guys though. I was only about six when I met you. I don’t remember Sam at all, except that he was toddler.” She paused and looked from Sam to Dean. “You, I remember though,” she laughed. “You lit my hair on fire, twice.”

Dean smiled as he finally remembered who this girl was. “Oh yeah,” he laughed. “That was you.” Rea simply smiled and nodded. “If I remember correctly, you deserved it,” Dean said with a nod.

“I most certainly did not,” Rea said, sounding offended. “I hardly think stealing your clothes while you were taking a bath and hanging them from the flagpole outside my stepfather’s office warranted you lighting my hair on fire.”

“You stole my clothes,” Dean asked. “You said Sammy stole them.”

“Oh please Dean, Sam was what, two, three? You actually believed me?” She laughed when she saw Dean blush. Sam just stared blankly between the two of them.

“So do know anything about these kids that they found,” Sam interrupted.

Andrea looked over at him. “I heard something a few nights ago but figured it was the wind or something. Other than that, I don’t know much more than you. Have you gotten a chance to look at the writings in there,” she asked eagerly.

“I was just about to ask you that. We’ve only seen a few pictures.” At that Dean looked over at Sam with a confused look on his face. “Isn’t it just the same thing repeated?”

Andrea stared at him. “No,” she said simply. “What would make you think that? It’s a warning written in Gaelic,” she said matter-of-factly. “Beware all who enter my domain. My wrath will be swift and painful. All who enter will meet their end.” Sam looked thoroughly confused. “What,” she asked softly. Sam simply shook his head. “Do you want to take a look for yourselves while there’s still a bit of light?”

“Do you honestly believe these vampire stories,” Dean asked.

“You’re dumber than you look,” Rea said with a laugh. “I grew up in Ireland, a place full of stories and tales. Not to mention, I grew up on the stories your father told mine,” she said simply. Dean smiled and nodded. “Well,” she asked impatiently. She sounded so eager to go. Dean found it impossible to turn her down.

They walked out to the car. Dean pulled a shotgun out of the trunk and handed it to Rea. “You know how to use this,” he asked.

Rea turned to him and cocked the gun. She smiled and pulled the trigger. The gun, loaded with rock salt, shot a tree that was behind Dean, just above his shoulder. “You tell me,” she asked with a smile. Then Sam and Rea both began for the cemetery.

Dean ran to catch up with them. “You’re insane. Has anyone ever told you that,” Dean shouted as the trio walked towards the Wilkes Mausoleum.

“Oh and you’re just buckets of normal,” she said sarcastically. “Lighting a girl’s hair on fire.”

“Stealing a kid’s clothes and hanging them from the flagpole of a law office,” Dean said bitterly.

“Putting hot sauce in my chocolate milk,’ Rea added.

“Only because you did,” Dean snapped.

“I only did that because you ate all my birthday candy!”

“I see now what Dad decided to separate you two,” Sam said with a laugh.

“Shut up Sammy,” Dean and Rea said in unison.

“Its Sam,” he corrected them bitterly.

“Whatever,” Rea said with a laugh.

The trio entered the mausoleum. “I got a bad feeling about this,” Sam said softly.

“You have a bad feeling about everything Sam,” Dean commented. Not more than a second after the words left Dean’s mouth the doors to the crypt slammed shut and it was pitch black. “Have I mentioned that I hate your bad feelings Sam,” Dena asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Rea are you all right?” There was no answer. “REA!” Dean shouted only to hear his own voice echoing off the walls.

Andrea had been pulled into a separate room. It was lit by candles and furnished with 17th century furniture. Rea looked around and finally noticed the woman standing in front of her. The woman looked no older than Rea. She had long, thick, wavy brown hair and icy blue eyes. This strange pale woman stood a couple inches taller than Rea. “You did not heed my warning child,” she whispered. Her voice held the singsong quality of a heavy Irish accent. The woman stopped and studied Rea. “I must tell you I was disappointed to learn you were not a man. However, I do thank you for bringing me such handsome men. The young one, he has power I haven’t felt in ages.”

“Believe me, you don’t want them,” Rea said. “One’s whiney and the other’s an idiot.”

The woman simply laughed. “You should not lie to me child,” she said simply. She walked up to Rea and looked into the girl’s eyes. “I cannot kill you as I had hoped. You are lucky. You live today; tomorrow I may be less forgiving.” The woman smiled and the candles went out making the room void of light. Rea felt something push her and she fell backwards. Then she felt her head meet the concrete.

“Rea,” she heard a familiar voice say. Rea stood slowly. She could feel warm blood flow down her face. “Rea are you all right?”

“I think so,” she said softly. Rea latched onto the arms that held her up.

“Sammy, let’s get out of here,” Dean shouted holding Rea. “I think we’ve explored enough.” There was no answer. “Sammy!”

“This way,” Sam whispered taking his brother’s arm. Sam led them out of the mausoleum. The sun was still up and there was plenty of light.

Dean noticed the blood on Rea’s head. “You and the floor have a disagreement?” he asked. “I take it the floor won that round.”

“Something like that,” she answered. Rea looked over at Dean questioningly when she saw him wince. “What’s wrong,” she asked.

“Nothing,” Dean lied. He had suddenly felt a quick, sharp pain shoot through his chest and the down his left arm. It was similar to what he felt in the hospital only a week or so earlier. He didn’t want to worry Sam though so he didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to admit to himself that something may still be wrong with his heart.