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❈ ∫#DontHoldTheSalt ∫ ❈

[[I had been through a lot of weird and unexplainable things in my life that bordered along the realm of crazy. Things that most people wouldn’t believe or would politely smile at while labeling me crazy even though it was nothing but the cold hard truth — yet, here I was, sitting in the backseat with two hunters, who weren’t just your regular top-of-the-line deer hunting fanatics that collected their prize and mounted them on the wall. At this point, that option might have been safer, but of course nothing ever was normal for me, not even in the same area code as normal hunting. They were two hunters who had hunted the supernatural — there was no punch line. It had been a few months since fates had aligned and by that I meant that I had finally decided to stop acting as a curse to the people in my life and give them their best shot, and I knew that could happen only in one way and that was without me in the picture. Of course, things never went as planned and family wouldn’t be family if they never tracked you down and stuck to you like glue so it was more of a compromised situation of back and forth; trying to live a somewhat normal life in Mystic Falls and trying to help save people (it was the least I could do after everything that had happened because of me… the people who had died for me, because of me.) Apart of the reason was also because I knew that my family had meddled in this line of work, hunting vampires and if I could carry any piece of them with me, I would.

Even if it meant playing dress up and I realized that this line of work had more costume changes than I would have expected. We had come here the day before, dressed up as FBI agents, to get a proper look at this house after I had seen the article in the newspaper when I had gone out for a coffee and bagel run for the three of us yesterday morning, handing it to Sam as soon as I had gotten back to the motel room with a “Hey, Sam, so get this….” and a cheeky grin on my part. The headline reading: “Man and woman found dead in house” which was wasn’t exactly eye-catching (the immunization had grown strong) but it was the details of the story that we found sketchy (And the fact that the man and woman were found dead in bed…. by his wife. Scandalous.) and that this wasn’t the first time this had happened, that was the red flag. With a little research, we had found that this had been a reoccurring trail – with “mysterious” deaths happening in that house and spanning the past forty seven years starting in 79’, when a woman found both her husband and his mistress in a whirlwind affair — with them in bed together. In panic, he killed his wife so he could be with the other woman. The string of stories all followed a similar narrative: A young recently married couple moves in, everything is happy for the first couple of months… until it isn’t. Suddenly the wife starts accusing the husband of infidelity and sooner or later the husband ends up realizing that hell really hath no fury like a woman scorned. That fury ending up in both his death and the woman. Sounded like our kinda’ work, in fact, I had been pretty proud of myself when I found the case just outside of where we were at the moment in Tulsa, Oklahoma. It was the little victories and I was still getting the whole hang of this “hunting” thing (clearly not fast enough, according to Dean, but I hadn’t died yet … so that was a plus.) We had already been placing a bet on it being some ghostly activity after the EMF meter went haywire and how his grieving wife told us that she had felt the temperature drop moments before she found her husband and the other woman in bed. Only the other woman that had been in bed with him had been the one to kill him (and then herself) before the wife saw something “leaving the woman’s body”. The original victim had been punishing anyone who dared crossing over the lines of infidelity. This had just driven the point home — with a vengeful home run. We had learned that the original woman, Tabitha Fields, had been cremated (of course, why make things easy?) Still, this situation was definitely up there in terms of weird. But it could be worse, so there was that. Which was also why I was sitting in the back seat right now, outside of the house, getting ready to make a (hopefully quiet) home invasion. There was something clearly tying Tabitha to this house (other than the horrid memory of her cheating, murderous husband) and we had to find whatever it was and burn its remains. All while sneaking into someone’s house. No biggie.

I never wanted to be an inconvenience to the brothers or just be someone they had to look out for to make sure that I didn’t wind up being ghost chow, so I had made sure they knew that I was serious about this hunting thing. Even took them to the lake house to show them my parents hunting weapons that were hidden behind the hollow wall and introduced them to Alaric who had played a huge hand in creating what Damon liked to call a “Buffy” version of me. I wasn’t exactly Buffy material but I could take on a vampire and still live to tell the tale so that was something in my books. Apparently not in Dean’s.

"Really? You used a friggin’ pencil to kill a vampire, ‘Lena? Did you want to die?“

I sighed. "A stake. I used a stake."

He was looking at me as if he were speaking to a child who couldn’t grasp a concept that he knew well. "Stake, pencil, might as well be the same damn thing. It is. Do you understand how dangerous it is to get that close to a vampire? You’d be vamp-chowder in three seconds flat."

Sam had been a bit on the softer side, polite suggestion in his voice after a glare at Dean, "Next time we take out a nest, we’ll show you how to behead them. No stakes required."

After that, Dean had taken it upon himself to be my self-proclaimed teacher in "the art of killing all evil sons of bitches.” His methods were…. I mean, he wasn’t Alaric, and by that I meant that his patience was null and maybe it was just me, but the correlation to finishing a lesson and him drinking right afterwards was really high. But then again – that was Dean. He didn’t like it when I interjected with a “but that was how Alaric taught me” but worse was when I used Damon’s name. That was when I saw that hinge to his jaw tighten and him going very still. I wasn’t sure exactly why but I think it had something to do with the fact that I was holding a vampire’s opinions and skill over his. It wasn’t all bad — I had learned a lot from him and Sam and even though there was a surplus amount of lore that had my head spinning with all the information, I think I’d be able to pass a monster knowledge test if it came down to it. I had also seen enough (and been in) enough of the action to know what it came down to. Sadly, I had made this boast to Dean after he saw the article and he turned it around into a test. “Let’s see if the past few training lessons did you any good."

"But I’ve never dealt with a vengeful spirit before."

"You will now, so buckle up, kiddo. They are a bitch to deal with. ” And then there was that grin – he either wanted to see me fail so he could tell me I needed more practice or he actually thought that I could do it without getting anyone killed.

"Don’t worry, we’ll all be there together.“ This is why I was grateful to have Sam around — always with the reassurance.

Dean clearly had a different idea. "Hey Elena, what do use if the spirit comes too close?"

"Anything made of copper.” Forcing a completely serious mask that erased completely as I saw his face contort with an expression that read: “You have to be kidding me” so I decided to stop humoring him and say matter of factly, “Anything made of iron. But if I have enough distance then….” patting my pocket to where I had my gun, “… the rock salt will do."

My smile was smug, getting out of car and I heard Sam chuckle, one that was quickly cut by Dean, clearly gruff, "Good, at least you got that down” but I saw that little smile. I did. “Now if—"

Dean didn’t get too far in his explanation, a shrill scream piercing through the air and suddenly we were all running towards the direction of the house to where we heard it, the boys wasting no time in breaking the door with a kick. I had my gun out, safety off, alert and scanning the area for any sign of ghostly presence, Dean already way ahead and going up the stairs to search for the wife, Jane. I wasn’t really sure what to expect. I mean, I knew we weren’t dealing with Casper the Friendly Ghost but I also hoped that I wasn’t going to end up with nightmares. That was when I saw it…. her. Sam fired without hesitation and she dispersed into thin air but I knew it wouldn’t last.

"That was… something."

There was a small chuckle from Sam. "Yeah, tell me about it. It won’t hold her down for long."

That was when Dean came down with a very trembling Jane, who looked like she had seen a ghost. I mean, she had.

"Look, we don’t have time to explain but you’re being haunted by a ghost who is pissed that her husband was getting action elsewhere so just try not to freak out and stay with us.” Ah Dean, always the comforter.

I smiled reassuringly at the girl, hoping I didn’t come off as anxious as I felt and that was when I saw [her] behind Jane, hand drawing up and with a quick “Get down, now!” I shot at the ghost.

“Salt! Get the sa—” Sam cut off as he suddenly got flung back against the wall.

Damn it.

I dashed into the kitchen, scrambling to find the salt in the cupboards, finally finding two boxes behind way too many seasonings and running back to find Dean toppled over on top of Sam. Heart racing, adrenaline haywire, I fired again, Jane yelping in fear as the spirit had gotten a bit too close for comfort before dispersing into air.

" 'Lena, get her in a circle now! “

I grabbed the trembling woman’s hand, voice soft but urgent "I’m going to need you to stay right in this circle, okay? If you stay here, she won’t be able to hurt you.” After a wobbly lip she barely managed to get out a yes but she did and I had already begun shaking out the salt around her until I felt something hit my legs with such painful force, sending me flinging across a table, along with the salt.

Shit. I heard them calling my name.

"I’m okay.“ I assured them. Nothing was broken.

Casper really did not want to be friendly today. I heard some shots being fired off one after the other, pushing myself back up to see Dean and Sam circling around Jane in protection.

"What the hell do you think that she is tied to?” Dean asked, gun at the ready.

"Well - it has to be something… something to with the reason of death. The affair.“ Sam’s eyes were everywhere, scanning the entire room.

I grabbed the box of salt that was strewn on the floor, hoping it was enough to finish the circle I was making.

"That’s a freaking oval, Elena! Seriously?” Leave it Dean to not be able to stop nitpicking something about what I was doing in the middle of a battle match.

“How on earth does this look like an oval to you? It’s clearly a circle.” “Elena, do we need to go over our shape—"

"Uh, guys, can you argue over shapes later. Sorta in the middle of something right now.” Sam coming in with the white flag, looking at the ring of salt. “That’s fine."

I made a face at Dean, hearing a grunt and inaudible string of words in response and that was when the lights around us started to flicker…

"It sucks that your husband cheated on you and killed but you do you have to be such a bitch?”–

I turned to give Dean the “really” look.

…flicker until all the lamps around us exploded, causing us to crouch and shield ourselves from the glass fragments. It was in the midst of this that I caught eye of the bracelet that Jane was wearing. A delicate cuff with a heart charm dangling from it. It looked so familiar…. so… and then a light went off, this time, without any sharp pieces and in my head.

"That’s a nice bracelet. Where did you get it from?“

She looked confused. "What?"

And there Tabitha was again, looking as menacing as ever and charging towards us.

"Your bracelet. Where did you get it?"

She looked at me like I was crazy. "When Brad and I were unboxing out stuff, we found it in the attic and I thought it was pre—”

I cut her off. “I think it’s what’s tying her to this place. Quick!” There was clear panic in my voice now.

The girl quickly complied with fumbling fingers, Dean threw me a lighter as Sam aimed at Tabitha a moment too late as she changed course to fly over their heads and send whatever centerpieces that were in the foyer flying towards him and Dean before pining them against the wall. Igniting the flame, I burned the bracelet and hoped to the powers that be that my hunch was correct and not just a hunch. Otherwise, we were screwed. The moment the bracelet started to burn into nothing, there was a piercing scream from the ghost of Tabitha who also erupted into flames before turning into dust, with her removal, bringing Sam and Dean to the floor.

"You did it!“ a breathy Dean exclaimed and I heard a hint of proudness in his words, and it made me feel good.

"How’d you figure out that it was the bracelet?” Sam pushed himself up before giving Dean a hand.

We were all dusting ourselves off now, and I was still completely reeling from this clear adrenaline rush.

“I saw Tabitha wearing it from the pictures on the news articles online and I just took a guess. Her husband was the one who had probably given it to her for a special occasion. So it would’ve acted like a symbol of what they had…. or so I hoped."

"Clearly it was a good shot to take.” Sam smiled down at me and I couldn’t help but smile back.

We made sure Jane was alright, calming her down a little and going over the aftermath basics so she didn’t go into shock and within fifteen minutes we were out of there, heading towards the car as Dean spoke.

"You know, if only Tabitha decided to join in with her husband and the other chick, none of this woulda’ happened and everyone could be happy. Three is a party that ain’t dead.“

Sam raised his brow as if to go "Really, dude?” and I verbalized it with a clear look of distaste and a “You’re so gross and such a pig."

I heard Dean laugh under his breath as I wrinkled my nose at the thought, getting into the car and slumping back against the seat, it finally sinking in that I had taken out that spirit in the spur of the moment and I hadn’t gotten completely scared or forgotten what to do. I finished a case and my smile was all too wide, all too ready to throw in a "I told you so” in Dean’s direction.

“Hey, Dean, so did I pass the test?"

Brown eyes met his through the rearview mirror, and for some reason, I felt myself go warm but he said nothing to me as he turned onto a different road that would lead us to the highway. He didn’t have to say anything either — I saw the way his mouth curved up with my question, twitching into a smile that was smug and entirely knowing as he stared ahead at the road.

In that, I had my answer.

Settling back more comfortably into the seat because I knew it would be awhile until we stopped, mirroring his smug smile and closing my eyes.

Today had been about more than just me finally taking on a case than just the research portion of it all. It had been to prove a point — not only to him, but myself. I was here to stay.]] ❈ ∫#DontHoldTheSalt ∫ ❈

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