Post by StoryGirl83 on Sept 21, 2013 22:58:03 GMT -5
Flashback
Chapter Eleven - Summon the Dead
After talking to Darryl, Sam wasn’t sure how much new information he had, but he had a new resolve. Whatever else it had done, talking to this stranger, had focused him and made him realize that the Halliwells might be witches, but they were unlike any witches he had met before.
Sam walked over to where the two boys and their grandpa waited. “So what are we doing here?”
“We’re doing nothing,” Victor informed him. “This is all the boys.”
Wyatt grabbed his brother’s hand and they started chanting. “Hear these words, hear our cry. Spirit from the other side, come to us, we summon thee. Cross now the great divide, beloved spirit Penelope. We seek your guidance. We ask that you commune with us, and move among us.”
Sam watched amazed as lights swirled around within the circles and slowly formed into a woman who looked anything by grandmotherly. She made him think more of a tigress. There was something dangerous about her.
“What? Why am I being summoned?” Penelope “Grams” Halliwell asked as she turned around to look at her surroundings. “Hello, boys. Have you been behaving and practicing your magic?”
“Yes, Grams,” the two boys chorused with twin grins on their faces.
Sam snorted.
Grams turned around and looked at him. “And who are you?”
“Sam,” he replied, sobering quickly.
“Hardly,” Grams retorted.
Sam resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her. “Sam Winchester,” he informed her, emphasizing his last name. What were the chances he shared a last name with the father of Wyatt and Chris’ younger aunt, whatever her name was?
Grams ignored him and turned to look at her grandsons. “Now, did you need something boys?”
“We have a question,” Wyatt informed her.
Chris was more direct. He pointed at Sam and announced, “He thinks he saw Aunt Prue in the Manor. Did he?”
“And why do you expect me to know the answer?” Grams asked. “I can’t see into the Manor.”
“Why not?” Sam asked, annoyed. “You’re a ghost aren’t you? Can’t ghosts go places others can’t.”
Grams glared at him. “Someone cast a spell on the Manor. No one, dead or alive, can get in.”
“Well, someone is going to have to,” Sam decided, “because the killing has got to stop.”
“And how do you intend to do that, boy?”
Sam sighed. “I don’t know. There has to be a way, though. Don’t they sleep?”
“If Prue is in there, I can’t imagine why she would,” Grams retorted. “My granddaughter is just as dead as I am.”
“And your grandson-in-law? Is he?”
“Leo?” Grams frowned. “I don’t know what happened to Leo. He just vanished seven years ago with all four of my granddaughters.”
“Yes, Leo,” Sam agreed. “He’s in there. I didn’t get a great look at him, but I got a good enough look that it is definitely him.”
“Leo’s in the Manor?” Grams questioned.
“Before this happened, did you talk to your granddaughter?” Sam asked. “The dead one.”
“Her name is Prue,” Grams informed him. “I did speak to her that day.”
“Did she say anything useful?” Sam wanted to know.
Grams noticed Prue looking worried. “Is everything all right, Dear?”
“Have you looked in on my sisters lately?” Prue Halliwell asked, concern threading through her words.
“Not recently, no. Is something the matter?”
“With what they’re planning, you might just see them up here very soon,” Prue commented.
“What did they do?”
“Nothing yet,” Prue admitted, “but they might be in over their heads. This demon scared the Source, Grams, and they are trying to vanquish him. I don’t know if they can do it.”
“What are you planning, Prue?”
Prue shook her head. “I have an idea, but I have to go talk to someone.”
“You can’t go to your sisters,” Grams warned her.
“It’s been four years, Grams,” Prue protested. “I am adjusted. I am here to stay. I get that. Now, my sisters need my help.”
“You do go to them and who knows what will happen to you or them.”
“They can’t hold me here and no one’s going to punish them for my actions.”
“From what you are saying they need to concentrate and not on you.”
Prue sighed. “Fine, but I am not leaving them without my help if I can give it. I’ll just have to find another way.” Prue walked away from Grams, a look of concentration on her face. “A spell, that’s what I’ll do,” Prue muttered as she walked out of Grams’ hearing range. “Leo can present it . . .”
“After that I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but I suppose she was going to approach Leo with her plan, whatever it was.” Grams scrutinized Sam. “You are saying that both Prue and Leo ended up in the Manor all these years.”
“Well, Leo is definitely there, but the woman I could only guess was Prue,” Sam repeated for what seemed like the hundredth time. “From what you are saying, I’d have to guess that it is extremely likely that it is her in there. That’s good to know, but how do we get in there without getting killed. That’s the one thing no one is telling me. No one is even coming up with any ideas.” He sighed and looked at Grams. “Can you do me a favor?”
Grams looked at him, surprised. “What did you need other than info on Prue?”
“Two days ago the motel I was in collapsed,” Sam informed her. “The police don’t know why or if they do they aren’t telling me.”
“While, that is strange, you seem fine,” Grams informed him. “What kind of help could you possibly need, young man?”
“Over thirty people were in that building,” Sam gave her a scalding look, “including my brother and I’m the only one who survived.” He tried to relax his tense body as he continued, “Can you please try and find my brother, if he’s there and tell him I haven’t given up. His name is Dean.”
Grams nodded. “I’ll look, but what do you mean by ‘if’ he’s there. All the dead go there.”
Sam shook his head. “No, thrilled as I am for you that you don’t have experience with what I am talking about, not all the dead go there. My dad went to hell to keep Dean alive and then Dean went there to bring me back. Dad was there for over a year and from what Dean told me of his four months there, that’s like over a hundred years in hell. Dad’s out of there, with Mom I think. She died when I was a baby, but she . . .”
She was the only ghost he’d ever come in contact with that he’d really been glad to see. Had he the chance to summon her or Jess or Dad like Wyatt and Chris could their great-grandmother or their grandmother, he would have, gladly.
Sam smiled a little. “Okay, I get it, now.”
Wyatt looked at him curious. “What do you get?”
Sam chuckled, a little. “I get why someone would want to summon a ghost.” He nodded his head at Grams. “No offense, but it’s a concept very foreign to me.”
“I’ll let it go this once,” Grams replied. “I must be going though.” She looked at Sam. “I will attempt to find your brother and deliver the message, though I can’t imagine what use it is.”
“He’ll understand,” Sam assured her.
Grams shook her head. “Men.” Apparently Sam had gone from “boy” to “man” somewhere in the course of the conversation. And then she disappeared in sparkling lights.
The sooner they solved this the sooner he could try and save his brother. Sam looked at Victor and his grandsons. “I guess we have two questions to answer. How do we neutralize the woman with the fire power? And how do we get in there?”