-'CHAPTER 8´-
DEATH TO THE SPIRIT
Dean sat, a marker cap in his mouth as his face was buried in a book, Sam sat next to him, looking deep in thought as Evangeline read through the files rather boredly.
“Here's something, I think” Dean muttered, taking the cap out his mouth.
Both Sam and Evangeline’s attention went to him as he spoke. “Logbook. Iowa state penitentiary, Karns Jacob. personal effects, disposition thereof”.
“Does it mention the hook?” Sam asked rather impatiently.
“Upin execution, all earthly items shall be remanded to the person or house of warship St. Barnabas church” he read.
“Isn't that where Lori's father preaches?” Evangeline asks.
“Yeah” Dean confirms.
“Where she lives,” Sam adds.
“Maybe that's why the hookman has been hunting reverends and reverents daughters for the past 200 years”.
“Yeah but if the hook were at the church or Lori's house, don't you think someone might have seen it” Sam brings up a good point. “I mean a blood-stained silver-handled hook”.
“Check the church records” Dean shrugs.
Sam leans over, grabbing the book from where he was sitting. His eyes scan the writing before he starts flipping the pages, perking up when he finally stops. “St. Barnabas donations 1862” he reads off “received a silver-handled hook from state penitentiary, reforged” he lets out a sigh shaking his head “they melted it down, made it into something else” a muscle in his jaw ticks.
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Crickets creaked into the dark night as the trees loomed over Lori’s house. The darkness seemed to wrap around the home in an ominous way that sent shivers down Evangeline’s arms.
“Anything silver goes into the fire, we can't take any changes” Dean clarifies to which the two hunters nod.
“Lori's still in the hospital, so we have to break in” Sam comments, stuffing his hands in the pocket of his jacket.
“All right, take your pick” the older hunter offers.
“I'll take the house,” Sam nods.
Dean nods “You're with me” , his eyes flickering to Evangeline.
“Great” she mutters.
“Oh don't hide your excitement sweetheart”.
Dean leads her to the church only a few yards away from Lori's house. They move to the basement before Dean starts a fire in the old-fashioned fireplace while Evangeline gathers any silver looking material around setting old nick nacks and antiques in a box.
It wasn't long before Sam arrived with a bag full of silver from the house. They watched as Dean threw in every small object, letting the flames eat away at the objects until a loud creak echoed from above. A swoosh of wind passes, causing an eerie silence.
The three pause in their movement, sharing a look before Dean rushes to the stairs “move move” he nods to the two.
Evangeline follows quickly behind Sam as the three depart from the basement.
Dean pulled his gun out, taking cautious steps toward.
Soft sobs ring through the air, and Sam takes a step forward, seeing Lori sitting on the rows of the church seats, her brown hair messy flopping over her face.
Dean and Sam share a look, Sam takes a step forward, and Evangeline's eyes meet Dean, a small agreement to let Sam handle it.
The two go back down to the basement as Sam approaches Lori.
Evangeline sweeps the room, making sure there is no hidden silver when a loud bang erupts from above.
“You hear that” she mutters.
Dean pauses as another loud bang erupts. He grabs his shotgun loaded with salt before tossing Evangeline a pistol.
Dean takes the lead, Eva follows close behind to see Sam and Lori on the ground, Sam clothes tattered with rips and cuts. Blood pooled from the young hunter’s arm as the tall hookman loomed over the two, his long hair tucked in his black hat as his signature hook resided on his arm.
Two loud shots rang out the Hookman dissipating with a flash.
Evangeline meets Lori's wide brown eyes as tears littered her cheeks.
“I thought we got all the silver” Sam heaves.
“So did I,” his brother's deep voice rumbles.
“Then why is he still here”.
“Maybe we missed something” Dean huffs.
Evangeline's eyes land on Lori's necklace, a silver looking cross.
Sam follows her eyes, turning to the brunette.
“Where did you get that chain?” Sam questions.
“My father gave it to me” she breathes.
“Where'd your dad get it?” Dean demands.
“He said it was a church heirloom” she sputters.
“Is it silver?” Sam shouted.
“Yes,” she answered.
Sam ripped the necklace off her chest in a swift movement just before a loud screeching noise fills the air.
All eyes turn to the sound, the wall no more than ten steps away scratched as if a hook were grazing it.
Dean and Sam lock eyes before Dean tosses Sam his shotgun, and Sam throws him the necklace.
Dean's footsteps boomed as he rushed to the basement while Sam started loading his gun.
Evangeline pointed toward the screeching, readying her gun.
The man suddenly appears slashing at Sam, knocking his gun to the ground.
Another shot rings out as Eva doesn't hesitate.
He disappears again as Sam heaves for air. It was mere seconds before he appeared again, throwing Evangeline back, her head banging on the wall, causing small black dots to fill her vision as the gun fell to the ground.
"No," Sam lunged forward, reaching for his fallen gun.
He brings his hook up as if about to slash her before he eventually starts to fade as if he were burning.
Evangeline slid down the wall, muttering a small “ow” at the sharp ache in her head.
“You okay” Sam heaves concern in his tone.
She raises her hand, putting a thumbs up before closing her eyes.
Dean eventually runs up, stopping and letting out a sigh of relief upon seeing everyone safe.
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“That's exactly what happened” The cop deadpanned.
She nodded, furrowing her brows “it's all kind of a blur” she mutters.
“Hm, alright” the cop eventually lets out, and Evangeline makes her way to the car, hopping in the back.
Dean sat in the front, eying Sam, who was still outside talking to Lori.
“How are you feeling?” his deep voice grumbled.
“Like I have a concussion, but I'm not dead” she flashes a soft smile, her eyes roaming to the window.
A comfortable silence follows the two as Evangeline grabbed a cassette from her small black bag, the only property she owned, which typically resided in the backseat.
She plugged in her headphones, popping them in her ear before pressing play.
The soft melody began to play as she closed her eyes, trying to hum the soft throbbing in her head.
Dean's eyes caught onto her. She looked peaceful, her baby blue eyes shut, and the soft melody of Billy Joel echoed from her headphones. He leaned back in his chair, seeing Sam walk over with a solemn look.
The younger hunter gets in the front seat next to Dean slamming the door with a small thump.
“We could stay” he played it off casually.
Sam just shook his head as his jaw ticked.
Dean didn't question him further. he just took a small peek to see Evangeline looking out the window seemingly okay before he started the car. The engine revved to life, and he pushed in one of his music tapes before the trio drove off, leaving the small town and the hookman a distant memory.
⤑Hii! short chapter today, but I'm working on the next one already!
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