Jessica woke up to a ray of sunlight hitting her eye lids. She slowly opened them and smiled. The memories from last night came back to her and Jessica couldn't wipe the smile off of her lips.
Her eyes traveled over to the man sleeping next to her. His back was to her.
Jessica kept the smile on her face as she lightly kissed the man's shoulder blade. Dean slowly woke up and turned over to face her.
"Morning." Jessica kissed his lips. Dean hummed with satisfaction.
He didn't want to get out of bed. He didn't want to go to a crime scene and solve another monster case. Dean wanted to stay here with Jessica and just stare into her eyes. He wanted to pamper her with kisses and tell her over and over again just how much he loved her. But then again, he did have a job to do. And so did she.
"Morning." Dean replied as he smiled. Just then, his phone buzzed. It was a text message from Sam.
Sam: we got another crime scene.
Dean: alright, send over the address. We'll be there in a few minutes.
"Who was that?" Jessica asked.
"Sammy," Dean replied. "We got another crime scene."
Jessica groaned. "I just want this to be over. This town is not working well with me."
Dean chuckled. "Right there with you. But we have a job to do."
Jessica slowly nodded her head and got out of bed. She grabbed her pantsuit and headed for the bathroom to get ready. Once she was finished, she came out and smiled at Dean.
"I just got to say, you look very handsome in that suit." Jessica bit her lower lip as she walked closer to Dean. Her hands reached for his tie and she began to fix it.
"Well, That pantsuit is giving me mixed signals." Dean joked. Jessica playfully smacked his shoulder.
"Come, agent." Jessica walked toward the door. "We've got a case to solve."
"That we do." Dean was the last one to leave the room. Shutting the door behind him as the two left.
~<•>~
"What do we got?" Dean asked as he walked up to his brother.
"My god," Jessica looked at the glass table covered in blood. "What happened here?"
An officer had walked up to the three.
"It's a weird one. Chest full of cutlery."
"We're going to take a look around." Dean started. "Let us know if you have any leads."
"Oh, I got leads coming out of my ass." The officer replied. "As of 9:00, our tip line had forty six calls, all from clairvoyants that know what really happened."
"What's the popular theory?" Dean asked.
"It's a toss-up between a ghost and some sort of ogre that only attacks Russians."
Jessica cocked a brow. "Man, What are these people taking?"
"Policing Lily Dale sounds fun." Dean shook his head.
"It was either this or Los Angeles." The officer replied.
"So, these clairvoyants, did they give any details as to why they thought it was a ghost?" Sam asked. "Or a... Russian ogre?"
"Their spirit monkey said so."
All three slowly nodded their heads. This town was just getting crazier and crazier by the second.
"Plus, apparently, this guy claims he had a vision of his own death, cutlery and all."
"Huh." Jessica looked back at the glass table.
Suddenly, Dean's phone began to ring and he answered it.
"Hello?" There was a slight pause. "Melanie, is everything okay?"
Jessica looked at the man as she watched him slowly pace.
"I'm sorry," Dean had hung up and looked at the officer. "My colleagues and I are going to have to leave. If you find anything else, please let us know."
"Will do." The officer replied.
"Alright guys, let's go." Dean led Sam and Jessica out of the house and to their car.
"Where are we going?" Jessica asked.
"Melanie Golden's House." Dean said as he put the car into drive and took off.
~<•>~
"I hadn't checked it until today." Melanie was holding her phone in her hands. "I mean, the only person who ever called my landline was my grandma."
"That's okay. Go on." Sam said.
"I wouldn't put any stock in it. I mean, she was always calling me with some crazy dream she was sure was a sign, that kind of thing but..." Melanie paused. "Is it true Nikolai had a real vision of his death?"
"That's what we were told, yeah." Dean replied.
"Well, so did she." Melanie sighed sadly. "The day she died."
"What did she say?" Dean asked.
"Well, you can listen to it if you want." Melanie placed her phone down onto the table. "She said she was in a seance, then the lights go, it's freezing."
"Wait," Sam spoke quickly. "She said that? That the room got cold?"
"Yeah, why? Is that important?" Melanie asked.
Sam and Dean looked at each other. Jessica knew what they were about to do.
"This woman is going to think we're mad."
"What? What is it?" Melanie looked between the two brothers.
"A ghost." Dean replied. "The real deal."
Melanie looked at the three and laughed. When she saw that Dean was serious, she stopped. "Oh, you're serious."
"See, there's fake whoo-whoo crap, and then there's real whoo-whoo crap."
"Yeah, but, ghosts?"
"Trust me. There's a lot weirder out there than that." Dean replied.
"So, the X-Files is real, or you just stopped talking like an FBI agent."
"Well, um." Sam cleared his throat. "We're not FBI agents."
"I need a drink." Melanie said.
"I support that." Dean replied.
~<•>~
The three were walking down the concrete steps to get to their car.
"You know, if this is a spirit, it ain't your average spook tied to a house." Dean said. "I mean, this thing is boogieing all over the town."
"I'm not surprised I mean," Sam scoffed as he motioned towards all of the lawn signs that read "psychic". "How many crystal balls do you figure there are in Lily Dale?"
"Somewhere between fifty and, uh, all of them."
"Well, quartz can act as an antenna for spirits, right?" Sam asked. Dean began to walk towards the drivers side of the car.
"I mean, that's why mediums started using crystal balls in the first place."
"That means that every storefront in town has got a ghost satellite dish." Dean replied.
"Exactly. And this place is packed with people summoning spirits."
"Most of these people can't even call a taxi." Jessica stated.
"All it takes is one." Sam replied.
"That's gonna be like looking for a needle in a stack of fake needles." Dean sighed.
"It's worse. I mean, I'll bet you anything some of these guys got real juice." Sam continued. "I'm not talking kill-people level. I'm just saying, enough to make it complicated."
"I hate this town." Dean slightly shook his head.
"So what do we do?" Sam asked.
"Start hitting up the miss Cleos." Dean replied as he opened his car door.
"I was thinking split up and canvass." Sam tapped the car roof. "It's faster." Then he began to walk away.
Dean and Jessica watched as the man walked further down the sidewalk.
"Well," Jessica spoke up. "That just happened."
~<•>~
Jessica and Dean were driving back to their motel when Dean's phone began to ring. Jessica grabbed his phone and put it up to her ear.
"Melanie?" Jessica answered. "Is everything alright?"
"My friend had a vision." Melanie replied. "She's right on Psychics Lane. I can meet you there."
"Alright, we're on our way." Jessica said. Then she hung up the phone. "We need to go to Psychics Lane."
"Alright." Dean turned a corner and headed for the destination.
~<•>~
Dean knocked one the door and waited for an answer.
A woman wearing a colorful dress (at least, that's what it looked like to Jessica) opened the door.
"It's okay Camille," Melanie smiled. "Like I said over the phone, they can help."
"Phony lawmen, Huh?" Camille said as she let the three into her home.
"Yeah." Dean sighed.
"Well, if you guys can do something, I don't care if you call yourself the pope."
"What happened?" Jessica asked Camille.
The woman's voice broke as she spoke. "What happened is, I had a friggin' vision. Something is coming for me!"
"What's coming?" Dean asked. "Did you get a look?"
"No." Camille shook her head. "But I sure felt it when it started breaking my bones." The girls body slightly shook. "I don't want to die."
"Ok, we'll figure this out." Jessica replied calmly.
"You said the vision happened in here?" Dean asked.
"Yes." Camille nodded her head. "Right by the cash box."
Dean began to look around the room and came upon a hidden camera in a mask. He grabbed the mask and hooked it up to the woman's computer. Once that was done, he pressed play.
When Camille began to see her vision a shadow appeared behind her.
"What was that?" Camille asked as she pointed towards the computer screen.
Dean reversed the video and played it back slowly. This time, you could see a woman standing behind Camille.
"What the hell?!" Melanie's voice shook with fear. "Was that... was that an actual—"
"Bona Fide. Yeah." Dean replied.
"Hey," Jessica touched the man's shoulder. "I'm going to look for more cameras. Maybe we can get a better look at it."
"Alright." Dean nodded his head.
Jessica turned around and didn't even get a chance to walk out of the main room.
Flashes of images came quickly before her eyes.
Jessica saw a pay phone. Then a flash of light. Almost as if it were lightning. Then, Jessica saw a long silver blade.
"An angel blade?"
Another image flashed a motel sign. It read "Blackbird Motel."
Jessica could feel herself gasp as another image came before her eyes. This one showed a spray of blood and a glass bottle holding a blue glowing substance. Then, everything ended.
Jessica felt as if she had been kicked in the stomach. She stumbled back and felt someone's hands wrap around her stomach.
"You alright?" Dean asked worriedly.
"I think I just saw my death." Jessica replied out of breath.