Episode: Season 2 Episode 6

Part: 2

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

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

Enjoy~

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Dean was pacing, Jo was sitting at the table with blueprints spread out. She's flipping a small knife around. Sam and (M/n) were chilling on the couch.

"This place was built in 1924. It was originally a warehouse, converted into apartments a few months ago."

"Yeah? What was here before 194?"

"Nothing. Empty field."

"So, most likely scenario, someone died bloody in the building, and now he's back and raising hell." The demon commented.

"I already checked. In the past eighty to years, zero violent deaths. Unless you count a janitor who slipped on a wet floor." She looked at Dean. "Would you sit down, please?"

He sat down reluctantly. "So, have you checked police reports, county death records...."

"Obituaries, mortuary reports and seven other sources. I know what I'm doing."

"I think the jury's still out on that one. Could you put the knife down?" She does.

"Okay! So, uh, it's something else, then. Maybe some kind of cursed object that brought a spirit with it." Sam suggested.

"Well, we've got to scan the whole building. Everywhere we can get to, tight?"

"Right. So. You and me, we'll take the top two floors."

"We'd move faster if we split up."

"Oh, this isn't negotiable."

"I can possess a blonde chicks body and see if that ghost freak will come out." The demon suggested.

"No, you're not getting another innocent killed. No killing." Dean told him.

"Fine, just a suggestion."

~Later~

Jo and Dean were walking down a dim hallway with EMF readers.

"So. You gonna buy me dinner??" Jo asked.

"What are you talking about?"

"It's just if you're gonna ride me this close, it's only decent you buy me dinner."

"Oh, that's hilarious. You know, it's bad enough I lied to your mom, but if you think I'm letting you out of my sight...I don't know if you've noticed, but you're kind of the spirit's type."

"Exactly."

"You wanna be bait?"

"Quickest way to draw it out and you know it."

"Oh."

"What?"

"I'm so regretting this."

"You know, I've had it up to here with your crap." Jo yelled.

"Excuse me?"

"Your chauvinist crap. You think women cant' do the job."

"Sweetheart, this aint gender studies. Women can do this job fine. Amateurs can't. You have no experience. What you do have is a bunch of half-baked romantic notions that some barflies put in your head. Plus your lucky (M/n) hasn't tried to kill you yet." Dean said.

"What you mean?"

"Haven't you seen the way he looks at you. He doesn't like you, he doesn't want you near me. If he decides to attack you...I'm not gonna be able to stop him."

"I'll just kill him. I know how to deal with demons."

"Not with his kind, the type of demon he is is basically considered extinct."

"Fine."

They approach a grating near the floor. As Jo stands in front of it, a dark hand slides through the holes towards her legs. She turns around, gasping.

"What?" Dean asked.

"I'm not sure."

"You smell that?"

"What is that, a gas leak?" Jo asked, sniffing it.

"No. Something else. I know it. I just can't put my finger on it."

The girl crouches down by the grating, he EMF reader purrs.

"Mazel Tov. You just found your first spirit."

"It's inside the vent."

Dean crouched beside her, shining his flashlight, he hands it to her. "Here." He pulls out a screwdriver and unscrews the grating, pulling if off the wall.

"There's something in there. Here." He reaches his arm inside, feeling around. He pulls his hand out, holding a clump of blond hair. "Somebody's keeping souvenirs."

~In the morning~

Dean was twisted up in a very awkward sleeping position on a leather sofa. A siren sound nearby woke him up. Jo was sitting at the table, twirling her knife and studying notes and blueprints.

"Morning, princess."

"Where's Sam and (M/n)?" He asked.

"Sam is getting coffee, (M/n) just disappeared last night." Dean got up slowly, grimacing.

"Ugh. My back. How's you sleep on that big soft bed?"

"I didn't. Just been going over everything."

He looks down at her, considering. (M/n) burst through the door.

"You alright? You look like you've seen a ghost." Jo smirked.

"There are cops outside. Another girl disappeared." He said, urgent.

~Later~

Sam and Jo were studying the notes, a little more urgently than before. Dean and (M/n) returned, shutting the door.

"Teresa Ellis, Apartment 2F. Boyfriend reported her missing around dawn." Dean said.

"And her apartment?"

"Cracks all over the plaster, walls, ceiling. There was ectoplasm, too." The demon said.

"Well, between that and that tuft of hair, I'd say this sucker's coming from the walls." Sam said.

"But who is it? Building's history is totally clean."

"Well, maybe we're looking in the wring place." Jo picked up a photograph.

"What do you mean?"

"Check this out."

"An empty field?" Sam looked at the photo.

"It's where this building was built. Take a look at the one next boor. The windows."

"Bars."

"We're next door to a prison?"

"Thanks, Ash. And if you breathe a word of this to my mom...That's right. I will. With pliers." She hung up the phone. "Okay. Moyamensing prison. Built in 1835, torn down in 1963. And get this. They used to execute people by hanging them in the empty field next door."

"Well, then, we need a list. All the people executed there." Sam said.

"Ash is already on it."

~Later~

Sam was scrolling down a very long list of names on his laptop.

"A hundred fifty seven names?" (M/n) asked, looking over the males shoulder.

"We've gotta narrow that down."

"Yeah."

"Or else we're gonna be digging up a hell of a lot of stiffs."

Sam scrolled down to the name Herman Webster Mudgett and clicks on it, frowning.

"Herman Webster Mudgett?"

"Yeah?"

"Wasn't that H.H.Holme's real name?"

"You've gotta be kidding me." Dean said.

"Yep. Holmes was executed at Moyamensing, May7, 1896." Sam read.

"H.H. Holmes himself. Come on, I mean, what are the odds?"

"Who is this guy?"

"The term "multi-murderer." They coined it to describe Holmes. He was America's first serial killer, before anybody knew what a serial killer was."

"I remember hearing about him." (M/n) said.

"Yeah, he confessed to twenty seven murders, but some put the death toll at over a hundred."

"And his victim flavor of choice? Pretty petite blondes. he, uh, he used chloroform to kill 'em. Which is what I smelled in the hallway last night. At his place, cops found human remains, bone fragments, and long locks of bloody blonde hair." Dean told Jo. "Boy, you sure know how to pick 'em."

"Well, we just find the bones, salt 'em and burn 'em, right?"

"Well, it's not that easy. His body is buried in town, but it's incased in a couple tons of concrete."

"What? Why?"

"The story goes that he didn't want anybody mutilation his corpse. Cause, you know, that's what he used to do." The demon chuckled at that.

"You know somethin'. We might have an even bigger problem than that."

"How does this get bigger?" Jo asked.

"Holmes built an apartment building in Chicago. He called it the Murder Castle. The whole place was a death factory, they had trap doors, acid vats, quick line pits...he built these secret chambers inside the walls. He'd lock his victims in, keep them alive foe days. Some he'd suffocate, others he'd let starve to death." Sam told her.

"So Teresa could still be alive. he could be inside these walls."

"We need a sledgehammers, crowbars. We've got to smash these walls, anywhere thick enough to hide a girl."

"Well, this is gonna be fun." (M/n) smiled.