Episode: Season 2 Episode 11

Part: 2

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

(L/n) = Last Name

(N/n) = Nickname

(D/n) = Demon Name

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show

Enjoy~

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~Hallway~

The boys poked around the hallways, Sam sees another urn and picks it up. It too, had a quincunx inscribed in it.

"Hey. Look at that. More hoodoo."

They approach a door marked "PRIVATE", Dean knocked on the door. Susan opened the door.

"Hi there."

"Hi. Everything okay with your room?" She asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, everything's great. Yeah." The brothers said at the same time.

"Well, I was, I was just in the middle of packing."

"Hey!" Dean said, looking past her. "Are those antique dolls? Because this one," He looked at Sam. "This one here, he's got a major doll collection back home. Don'tcha? Huh?"

Sam gave the man a look. "Big time."

"Big time. You think he could come, or we could come in and take a look?"

"I don't know...."

"Please? I mean, he loves them. He's not gonna tell you this, but he's, he's always dressing 'em up in these little tiny outfits and, um, you'd make his day. You- she would, huh?"

"It's true." Sam looked a bit sick.

"Okay. Come on in."

Dean slapped Sam on the back as he entered, shooting him a death glare. (M/n) was trying to hold in his laughter.

"Wow. This is a lot of dolls. I mean, they're nice, you know. Not super creepy at all."

"Yeah, I suppose they are a little creepy. But they've been in the family forever. A lot of sentimental value." The woman said.

"What is this? The hotel?" (M/n) asked.

"Yeah, that's right. Exact replica, custom built." He leaned down and picked up the a broken doll.

"His head got twisted around. What happened to it?"

"Tyler probably." As soon as she said that, the little girl ran in.

"Mommy! Maggie's being mean."

"Tyler, tell her I said to be nice, okay?"

"Hey, Tyler. I see you broke your doll. You want me to fix it?" The demon asked.

"I didn't break it. I found it like that."

"Oh. Well, uh, maybe Maggie did it." He soon felt a pair of eyes glaring at him.

"No, neither of us did it. Grandma would get mad if we broke 'em."

"She wouldn't get mad."

"Grandma?" Dena asked.

"Grandma Rose. These were all her toys." The little girl said.

"Oh. Really. Where's Grandma Rose now?"

"Up in her room."

"You know, I'd, I'd, uh, I'd really love to talk to Rose about her incredible doll-" But the young Winchester was interrupted.

"No. I mean, I'm afraid that's impossible. My mother's been very sick and she's not taking any visitors."

~In the hallway~

The three walked out.

"Well, what do you think? Dolls, hoodoo, mysterious shut-in grandma?" Dean asked, in a hushed voice.

"Well, dolls are used in all kinds of voodoo and hoodoo, like curses, and binding spells, and..."

"Yeah, maybe we've found our witch doctor. All right, I'll see what I can dig up on boomin' Granny. You go get online, check old obits, freak accidents, that sort of thins, see if she's whacked anybody before."

"Right."

"Don't go surfing porn....that's not the kind of whacking I mean.....Hey, where's (M/n)?" Dean asked, looking around, not seeing the demon.

What the two didn't know was that he was upstairs, with the old woman.

~Later, downstairs~

Another man had died in the hotel. Dean went down to the antique, empty bar. Sherwin was behind the bar, and Dan sat down.

"Find any good antiques?"

"Um, no. No, I got distracted."

"Have a drink." The butler said.

"Yeah, thanks. So, poor guy, huh? Killing himself?"

"That kind of thing seems to be going around lately."

"Yeah, yeah. I heard about the other ones. It's almost like this hotel is...cursed or something."

"Every hotel has its spilled blood. If people only knew what's going on in some of these rooms they've checked into."

"You know a lot about the place, don't you?"

"Down to the last nail."

~Upstairs where Rose was~

The demon was circling the woman in wheelchair, se was facing the window, her back to them.

"Mrs. Thompson?" She trembled harder. "Rose, I'm not here to hurt you, I just wanna help." He knelt in front of her, looking into her eyes. "Rose, please....I wanna help."

"What the hell?! What are you doing in here?" Susan yelled at the boy, who got up fast.

"I just wanted to talk to her..."

"Look at her, she is scared out of her wits."

"And I for sure it aint because of me." The demon said, slowly.

"I want you and your friends out of my hotel in two minutes or I'm calling the cops." (M/n) brushed past her without another word.

A few minutes later, the Impala was pulling out of the parking lot. Sam was angry with the deon that he got them kicked out, but Dean was alright.

~Balcony~

Tyler and Maggie were playing jacks.

"Your turn. Eightsies."

"Have you started to pack yet?" Tyler's mom asked.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't wanna move."

"Yea, I know, but we have too."

"But Maggie says we're not allowed to move."

"Tyler, enough. Maggie is imaginary. You're too old to have an imaginary friend and I am done pretending."

"I don't like her." Maggie said, sinister.

~In the Impala~

"I cant believe you got us kicked out!" Sam yelled at the demon.

"I was trying to see if I could get anymore info." The demon said, lowly.

"Well, obviously that didn't work out. I don't see why we have you here in the first place."

"Hey! Don't talk to him like that!" Dean yelled his brother. "(M/n) was trying to help. We got what we need and he got what he needed to know what's going on in that place."

"The family...Their in danger...... Maggie....the little girls imaginary friend.....she isn't imaginary...."

Sam looked at the demon in the back, who has his head low.

~Play ground~

A creepy wind blew threw the place, Susan stares as the full-sized swingset also begins moving on it's own. She approaches the playground cautiously, all the playsets were moving. The car behind her starts. She laid a hand on the teeter-totter to stop it. Everything starts moving faster, and suddenly the car revs its engine and comes straight at her. Last minute, (M/n) grabbed her and tackled her out of the way.

"You okay?" He asked.

"I think so."

"Come on, come on. Lets get inside, lets go." Dean said, and all walk into the bar. Sam and Dean guide Susan into the bar and to a table.

"Whisky." She said.

"Sure. I know the feeling."

"What the hell happened out there?"

"Want the truth?" Dean asked.

"Of course."

"Well, at first we thought it was some sort of hoodoo curse, but that out there? And the way (M/n)'s been feeling...There's a spirit."

"You're insane."

"Yeah, its been said."

"Look, I'm sorry, Susan. We don't exactly have time to ease you into this, but we need o know when your mother had a stroke." (M/n) said.

"What does that have to do with any-"

"Just answer the question."

"About a month ago."

"Right before the killings began." Sam said. "What if Rose was working hoodoo, but not to hurt anyone. To protect them."

"She was using the five spot urns to ward off the spirit."

"Right, until she had a stroke and she couldn't anymore."

"I don't believe this."

"And Maggie is the spirit." (M/n) said.

"Which means-"

"Where's Tyler?"