Sam sat at the table, typing, frowning at his computer, and typing some more. As far as he could tell, he’d exhausted all the serious sources of information concerning parallel worlds.
Samantha still slept on the bed. She stirred a little and Sam looked up at her, smiling gently. She was so sweet and angelic-looking. Sam laughed lightly at his choice of words. Assuming that her role in the Apocalypse was similar to his, “angelic” was a very ironic word to use. Still, as she lay there looking so sweet and peaceful, it was the most accurate descripción Sam could find in his unusually large vocabulary.
Both of their cell phones went off at the same time, jangling Samantha out of her contented sleep. She sat up and pulled her phone out of her back pocket. Flipping it open, she saw that it dicho D was calling. Samantha slid off the edge of the cama and bent over Sam, looking at his open cell phone. They were the exact same brand and model, but Sam’s phone dicho Dean was calling. With a shrug, they each answered their own phone. “Hello?”
It was Dean, on both phones. “Sammy?”
“Yeah?” they both replied.
“No, I meant my Sammy… Oh, never mind, I need tu both. Get up to the Walker house as fast as tu can.”
“What happened?” both Sammys asked at the same time.
“Would tu stop that?” Dean said, sounding frustrated. “It’s hard enough keeping my sanity without hearing tu two in stereo. Just get both your asses up here, now!”
Sam and Samantha each gave a sharp nod, answered, “We’re on our way,” and closed up their phone. Sam closed his laptop and Samantha shrugged into her tan jacket. In seconds, they were on their way.
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The police were already there por the time Sam and Samantha showed up. Samantha was driving the girls’ Impala and she parked behind Dean’s car. The two Sams trotted across the calle to where a couple of cops were questioning Dean and D. Sharon Walker stood beside them, staring at the ground blankly, her arms folded protectively across her chest.
“Why don’t tu tell us what happened?” the younger of the two cops asked Sharon. The girl was silent.
“She’s really broken up,” D said. “Would it be okay if I answered for her? I saw it all.”
“Who are you?”
“My name’s Joanna Harvis, this is my sister Helen-” she indicated Samantha- “and our brothers, Sam and Dean. We’re family friends from Lawrence. We came down to try to comfort them after what happened to Richard.”
“We were just leaving,” Dean said, “when we saw someone breaking in. We ran back and went up to Sharon’s room to check on her. Then we heard screaming coming from Emily’s room and por the time we got there… it was too late.”
“Mrs. Walker was dead already?” the policeman assumed.
Dean and D both nodded solemnly.
“And the attacker?”
Dean and D exchanged looks. “Didn’t really see her face,” Dean said. “But she was tall and skinny, with dishwater blonde hair.”
“She jumped out the window when we came in,” D continued, thinking to herself, They’re never gonna believe us.
The cop looked up at Sharon. “Did tu see her?”
Sharon nodded slowly, reluctantly. “Yes.”
“Could tu identify her if tu saw her again?”
Sharon looked up at him, both puzzled and relieved. So they weren’t accusing her, after all? “Yes,” she dicho slowly.
“Would tu three mind coming to the morgue with me to identify a body?” the cop asked. “She matches your description, and she appears to be the culprit, according to the testimony of one of your neighbors who saw her leaving your house twice- once on the night of Mr. Walker’s murder, and again tonight, just a few minutos ago. One of our men accidentally shot her while she was fleeing. She’s in the morgue now. If tu can identify her as the killer-”
Sharon nodded eagerly. “Yes, certainly, let’s go!”
Dean and D went with her to the police car. Sam and Samantha followed, but the other cop stopped them. “And where were tu two tonight?”
“We’re staying at the Best Western,” Sam said. “We were packing up to leave tomorrow.”
Samantha put in, “But I guess we’ll be staying longer than we thought.”
The cop seemed to accept their explanation and stepped out of the way.
Samantha still slept on the bed. She stirred a little and Sam looked up at her, smiling gently. She was so sweet and angelic-looking. Sam laughed lightly at his choice of words. Assuming that her role in the Apocalypse was similar to his, “angelic” was a very ironic word to use. Still, as she lay there looking so sweet and peaceful, it was the most accurate descripción Sam could find in his unusually large vocabulary.
Both of their cell phones went off at the same time, jangling Samantha out of her contented sleep. She sat up and pulled her phone out of her back pocket. Flipping it open, she saw that it dicho D was calling. Samantha slid off the edge of the cama and bent over Sam, looking at his open cell phone. They were the exact same brand and model, but Sam’s phone dicho Dean was calling. With a shrug, they each answered their own phone. “Hello?”
It was Dean, on both phones. “Sammy?”
“Yeah?” they both replied.
“No, I meant my Sammy… Oh, never mind, I need tu both. Get up to the Walker house as fast as tu can.”
“What happened?” both Sammys asked at the same time.
“Would tu stop that?” Dean said, sounding frustrated. “It’s hard enough keeping my sanity without hearing tu two in stereo. Just get both your asses up here, now!”
Sam and Samantha each gave a sharp nod, answered, “We’re on our way,” and closed up their phone. Sam closed his laptop and Samantha shrugged into her tan jacket. In seconds, they were on their way.
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The police were already there por the time Sam and Samantha showed up. Samantha was driving the girls’ Impala and she parked behind Dean’s car. The two Sams trotted across the calle to where a couple of cops were questioning Dean and D. Sharon Walker stood beside them, staring at the ground blankly, her arms folded protectively across her chest.
“Why don’t tu tell us what happened?” the younger of the two cops asked Sharon. The girl was silent.
“She’s really broken up,” D said. “Would it be okay if I answered for her? I saw it all.”
“Who are you?”
“My name’s Joanna Harvis, this is my sister Helen-” she indicated Samantha- “and our brothers, Sam and Dean. We’re family friends from Lawrence. We came down to try to comfort them after what happened to Richard.”
“We were just leaving,” Dean said, “when we saw someone breaking in. We ran back and went up to Sharon’s room to check on her. Then we heard screaming coming from Emily’s room and por the time we got there… it was too late.”
“Mrs. Walker was dead already?” the policeman assumed.
Dean and D both nodded solemnly.
“And the attacker?”
Dean and D exchanged looks. “Didn’t really see her face,” Dean said. “But she was tall and skinny, with dishwater blonde hair.”
“She jumped out the window when we came in,” D continued, thinking to herself, They’re never gonna believe us.
The cop looked up at Sharon. “Did tu see her?”
Sharon nodded slowly, reluctantly. “Yes.”
“Could tu identify her if tu saw her again?”
Sharon looked up at him, both puzzled and relieved. So they weren’t accusing her, after all? “Yes,” she dicho slowly.
“Would tu three mind coming to the morgue with me to identify a body?” the cop asked. “She matches your description, and she appears to be the culprit, according to the testimony of one of your neighbors who saw her leaving your house twice- once on the night of Mr. Walker’s murder, and again tonight, just a few minutos ago. One of our men accidentally shot her while she was fleeing. She’s in the morgue now. If tu can identify her as the killer-”
Sharon nodded eagerly. “Yes, certainly, let’s go!”
Dean and D went with her to the police car. Sam and Samantha followed, but the other cop stopped them. “And where were tu two tonight?”
“We’re staying at the Best Western,” Sam said. “We were packing up to leave tomorrow.”
Samantha put in, “But I guess we’ll be staying longer than we thought.”
The cop seemed to accept their explanation and stepped out of the way.
Anna materialized in the ICU. The doctors had brought Cas here. There was nothing they could do as long as they didn’t have the donors they needed.
Anna, holding a pair of kidneys in her left hand and a liver in her right hand, quickly walked to the bed. She removed the sheets with her mind and cut open Cas’ belly. While blood streamed alongside Cas’ unconscious body and on the matrass, Anna put the organs in their rightful place.
The monitor started beeping and Anna vanished, when a team of doctor’s came rushing into the intensive care.
“I need to talk to security” the doctor said, when he’d fixed up Cas’ properly. “Someone was here. Someone attempted to kill this man”
“Someone who gave him the organs he needed?” his assistant frowned. “Why would anyone do that?”
“I don’t know” the doctor said. “But I want someone to keep an eye on him, as long as he’s here”
Anna, holding a pair of kidneys in her left hand and a liver in her right hand, quickly walked to the bed. She removed the sheets with her mind and cut open Cas’ belly. While blood streamed alongside Cas’ unconscious body and on the matrass, Anna put the organs in their rightful place.
The monitor started beeping and Anna vanished, when a team of doctor’s came rushing into the intensive care.
“I need to talk to security” the doctor said, when he’d fixed up Cas’ properly. “Someone was here. Someone attempted to kill this man”
“Someone who gave him the organs he needed?” his assistant frowned. “Why would anyone do that?”
“I don’t know” the doctor said. “But I want someone to keep an eye on him, as long as he’s here”
Daphne took his hand. “I don’t want to lose you. tu have to stay with me forever” she insisted.
Cas nodded, not really considering what she was saying.
“Emmanuel, I want tu to make me your wife” Daphne dicho breathless.
Zoey and Shannen were sitting at the cocina mesa, tabla in Zoey’s house. “I’m glad tu came” Zoey said.“
Yeah, sure” Shannen said. “I meant what I said. I’ll do what I can to help you”
“Thank you” Zoey said. “I really don’t trust Emmanuel, but I promised Daphne I’d give him the benefit of the doubt”
“I get it” Shannen said. “What do tu want me to do?”
“I want tu to follow him, take pictures of him, maybe even film him” Zoey said.
“I don’t think that’s legal”” Shannen dicho careful.
“If he hurts my daughter it won’t be legal, either” Zoey snapped and Shannen cringed.
“All right, I’ll do it” Shannen agreed reluctantly.
Cas nodded, not really considering what she was saying.
“Emmanuel, I want tu to make me your wife” Daphne dicho breathless.
Zoey and Shannen were sitting at the cocina mesa, tabla in Zoey’s house. “I’m glad tu came” Zoey said.“
Yeah, sure” Shannen said. “I meant what I said. I’ll do what I can to help you”
“Thank you” Zoey said. “I really don’t trust Emmanuel, but I promised Daphne I’d give him the benefit of the doubt”
“I get it” Shannen said. “What do tu want me to do?”
“I want tu to follow him, take pictures of him, maybe even film him” Zoey said.
“I don’t think that’s legal”” Shannen dicho careful.
“If he hurts my daughter it won’t be legal, either” Zoey snapped and Shannen cringed.
“All right, I’ll do it” Shannen agreed reluctantly.
