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Disappearing Children cont'd
When Dean and Sam pulled up to the curb in front of Henry and Alana Thompson's house, the first thing they noticed was the police tape still making off the wrap-around porch. But what interested them thêm was a disrupted line of salt also wrapped around the porch.
"What do bạn think?" Sam asked. "You think they knew?"
Dean glanced around the porch, spotting other magical charms meant to keep out other Supernatural creatures — not just Demons. "They knew something," he đã đưa ý kiến certainly. "Let's go."
With one glance behind them to make sure no one was around, Sam quickly picked the lock on the front door as Dean cut through the ‘warning' sticker before they both stepped inside the empty house.
The front rooms of the house looked simple enough with a foyer, a living room and a conservatory on the right and a dining room and phòng bếp, nhà bếp on the left. Dean took these rooms while Sam made his way upstairs.
There were several pictures on the walls, and most of them were of the Thompson's daughter Mary as she smiled back at them from an infant to her last school picture a few months earlier. Dean noticed immediately that while Mary was brown-haired and green-eyed, both Henry and Alana Thompson were blond and blue-eyed. That wouldn't be a coincidence.
The furniture seemed to be oriented around a blue and red Persian rug in the center of the room with only a small coffee bàn in the middle, and at first, Dean overlooked it, until he spotted a stray line of white paint on the floor tiếp theo to and leading under the rug. Immediately, he pulled back the rug to reveal a Devil's trap hand painted to the wooden floor. It looked like it had been there for years. On further inspection, Dean discovered salt mixed into the paint like he'd never seen before.
Dean looked around the room, finding lines of salt in the window sills and in circles around the two high back chairs of the room which was very strange. He didn't understand what the purpose of that would be, but it was clear these people had known enough about Demons and Ghosts to know how to keep them out and how to trap them if they did get inside.
The conservatory, which was covered bởi a large, glass ceiling felt like a sauna as Dean also discovered it to be filled with herbs and plants meant for protection and dispelling evil spirits. A tin can filled with water set on the floor tiếp theo to a cushioned wicker couch, and Dean was already guessing the can was filled with Holy Water, meaning most of the plants had been watered with it. It was unreal to see something so unbelievable.
Dean left the living room, moving back into the foyer to check under the mat in front of the door as a round ‘welcome' mat laid on the hard wood floor. Surely enough, there was another Devil's trap there. There was also one under another mat in front of the stairs. He didn't get a chance to check out the dining room, because just as he stepped into the archway, Sam called him from upstairs.
"Dean, bạn better come look at this!"
With a heavy sigh, Dean turned quickly and made his way up the stairs to the một giây level, yelling as he stepped onto the floor. "Sam?"
"Last door on the right!"
Dean looked in all the rooms between the stairs and Sam, glancing in at a pale green room that looked like it belonged to a little girl and then seeing a royal blue bathroom that didn't appear to have ever been used. Finally, he arrived at the last door on the right where Sam was standing close to the king-sized giường in the middle of the room as a large portion of the mattress laid soaked with dried blood.
The smell was undeniable as a stale, metallic taste wafted in the air. Ti was almost as bad as a dead body, and Dean gagged unconsciously.
"Damn," he exclaimed.
Sam sighed. "Yeah."
"Haven't seen anything like this since — "
"Since Ava's fiancé," Sam repeated gravely.
Dean looked up at him. He recognized the look on Sam's face because he'd seen it before. Since learning he'd been one of Azazel's special children, Sam had gotten this expression of pure anger and hatred on his face whenever the damn thing had been mentioned.
"It gets better," Sam said, stepping back a few steps to reveal the east corner of the room as the distinctive outline of a crouched body covered in blood lay into the white-painted wood of the walls. Sam allowed Dean to look closer before he spoke. "I don't think Mary simply found her parents after they were killed," Sam đã đưa ý kiến seriously. "I think she was in the giường with them with it started."
"Then — " Dean stopped, unable to connect the dots.
If a Demon had taken those girls, and a Demon had killed Mary's parents, what did that have to do with Mary? And if she had been in the giường with them when the Demon had attacked, why was she still alive? Was it the same Demon? Did it have plans for Mary?
"There's also sulphur under the window," Sam added. "It was definitely a Demon."
Dean then knew one thing, though he wasn't sure how he knew it. "Sam, this is huge," he said.
Sam could only bow his head in agreement.
Disappearing Children cont'd
When Dean and Sam pulled up to the curb in front of Henry and Alana Thompson's house, the first thing they noticed was the police tape still making off the wrap-around porch. But what interested them thêm was a disrupted line of salt also wrapped around the porch.
"What do bạn think?" Sam asked. "You think they knew?"
Dean glanced around the porch, spotting other magical charms meant to keep out other Supernatural creatures — not just Demons. "They knew something," he đã đưa ý kiến certainly. "Let's go."
With one glance behind them to make sure no one was around, Sam quickly picked the lock on the front door as Dean cut through the ‘warning' sticker before they both stepped inside the empty house.
The front rooms of the house looked simple enough with a foyer, a living room and a conservatory on the right and a dining room and phòng bếp, nhà bếp on the left. Dean took these rooms while Sam made his way upstairs.
There were several pictures on the walls, and most of them were of the Thompson's daughter Mary as she smiled back at them from an infant to her last school picture a few months earlier. Dean noticed immediately that while Mary was brown-haired and green-eyed, both Henry and Alana Thompson were blond and blue-eyed. That wouldn't be a coincidence.
The furniture seemed to be oriented around a blue and red Persian rug in the center of the room with only a small coffee bàn in the middle, and at first, Dean overlooked it, until he spotted a stray line of white paint on the floor tiếp theo to and leading under the rug. Immediately, he pulled back the rug to reveal a Devil's trap hand painted to the wooden floor. It looked like it had been there for years. On further inspection, Dean discovered salt mixed into the paint like he'd never seen before.
Dean looked around the room, finding lines of salt in the window sills and in circles around the two high back chairs of the room which was very strange. He didn't understand what the purpose of that would be, but it was clear these people had known enough about Demons and Ghosts to know how to keep them out and how to trap them if they did get inside.
The conservatory, which was covered bởi a large, glass ceiling felt like a sauna as Dean also discovered it to be filled with herbs and plants meant for protection and dispelling evil spirits. A tin can filled with water set on the floor tiếp theo to a cushioned wicker couch, and Dean was already guessing the can was filled with Holy Water, meaning most of the plants had been watered with it. It was unreal to see something so unbelievable.
Dean left the living room, moving back into the foyer to check under the mat in front of the door as a round ‘welcome' mat laid on the hard wood floor. Surely enough, there was another Devil's trap there. There was also one under another mat in front of the stairs. He didn't get a chance to check out the dining room, because just as he stepped into the archway, Sam called him from upstairs.
"Dean, bạn better come look at this!"
With a heavy sigh, Dean turned quickly and made his way up the stairs to the một giây level, yelling as he stepped onto the floor. "Sam?"
"Last door on the right!"
Dean looked in all the rooms between the stairs and Sam, glancing in at a pale green room that looked like it belonged to a little girl and then seeing a royal blue bathroom that didn't appear to have ever been used. Finally, he arrived at the last door on the right where Sam was standing close to the king-sized giường in the middle of the room as a large portion of the mattress laid soaked with dried blood.
The smell was undeniable as a stale, metallic taste wafted in the air. Ti was almost as bad as a dead body, and Dean gagged unconsciously.
"Damn," he exclaimed.
Sam sighed. "Yeah."
"Haven't seen anything like this since — "
"Since Ava's fiancé," Sam repeated gravely.
Dean looked up at him. He recognized the look on Sam's face because he'd seen it before. Since learning he'd been one of Azazel's special children, Sam had gotten this expression of pure anger and hatred on his face whenever the damn thing had been mentioned.
"It gets better," Sam said, stepping back a few steps to reveal the east corner of the room as the distinctive outline of a crouched body covered in blood lay into the white-painted wood of the walls. Sam allowed Dean to look closer before he spoke. "I don't think Mary simply found her parents after they were killed," Sam đã đưa ý kiến seriously. "I think she was in the giường with them with it started."
"Then — " Dean stopped, unable to connect the dots.
If a Demon had taken those girls, and a Demon had killed Mary's parents, what did that have to do with Mary? And if she had been in the giường with them when the Demon had attacked, why was she still alive? Was it the same Demon? Did it have plans for Mary?
"There's also sulphur under the window," Sam added. "It was definitely a Demon."
Dean then knew one thing, though he wasn't sure how he knew it. "Sam, this is huge," he said.
Sam could only bow his head in agreement.