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Normally, Dean would not be the type to complain about two hot blondes busting down his door and manhandling him into a corner. Even watching Sammy get shoved into the same corner, well, he was never one to complain about having his brother close by. It was the lack of information from the blondes. He wanted to know what was going on, since this didn’t appear to be some sort of sexy birthday surprise Sam had arranged for him. “Seriously. What the hell?”
“Shut up,” one of the blondes snapped. “We need to be able to hear this thing approaching.”
The other blonde dropped a hula hoop around Dean and Sam, kicking them into place so they weren’t touching. “Don’t step out of this. It will keep you protected, as long as you stay inside. And don’t go getting any cute ideas about picking it up and hula hooping, any part of your body outside the hoop is fair game. They can grab it and drag you out.”
“Who’s they?” Dean wanted to know.
Sam crouched to study the hoop. “What’s so special about this that it can protect us as long as we’re inside?”
“It’s filled with salt. There’s no way something gets in to cause problems for you.” The other blonde rolled her eyes, earning a look from the friendly one. “Come on, Ruby, we’ve got a few minutes till midnight.”
“Still. You’re being an idiot.” Ruby crossed her arms, staring pointedly at the shotgun in her hands. “Just shut up and let me listen.”
She mimed zipping her lips and turned back to Dean and Sam, rolling her eyes. After a couple minutes of awkward silence, Dean looked over at Sam. He just shrugged at him. Great. Such a supportive brother he had. He was just about to complain when he heard something, a low whistle in the cabin’s fireplace.
The two blondes looked at each other and took up a position between the fireplace and Dean and Sam, one on each side of the fireplace with their shotguns aimed toward it. Dean’s jaw dropped when he saw the apparitions – translucent figures he could see the fireplace through even as they advanced. Ruby fired her shotgun first, and when she hit the … thing, he couldn’t quite bring himself to call it a ghost, but that was definitely running through his mind … it disappeared. The other girl took her shot while Ruby reloaded. They kept that up until the things quit coming.
“What do you think, Jamie? Moaning Myrtle gonna show tonight?” Ruby asked, glancing over her shoulder at the Winchesters. “Or we done here?”
Jamie looked back at the Winchesters. “Not Myrtle’s type, I don’t think. Doesn’t mean we’re done here, though, they are definitely mine.”
“Um, what?” Sam looked between the two. “What’s that mean?”
“This cabin is haunted by the ghosts of a family that was slaughtered here back in the 40s. Oldest daughter got pregnant and didn’t know which of her boyfriends was the father, or at least wouldn’t tell her dad, Dad got angry and told her that if she wanted a family of her own that bad she wasn’t part of theirs, she snapped and killed them all,” Ruby explained. “Jamie and I just call her Moaning Myrtle because the last survivor we talked to said she came out of the toilet. You guys are too young for her to go after, but she’ll still send her family to check, and they’re not exactly happy with their situation either. They’ll kill you too.”
“Thing is, we saved your butts tonight, but they’ll be right back tomorrow,” Jamie took over. “They can’t rest until someone ends Myrtle. Which she’s tied to an object in the house, we’ve already taken care of the body, but we can’t figure out what she’s tied to until we see her.”
Dean looked over at Sam. “Call Dad?”
Sam’s eyes went wide with shock, and then he narrowed them at Dean. “You want us to use Dad as bait? What the hell?”
“You know he’s always been on a quest to prove that the supernatural is real, well, we found some ghosts. Maybe once he’s got actual proof, he’ll shut up, stay home, and just be a normal guy. Ruby and Jamie here can protect him.” He turned to them. “You can, right? You can take care of Myrtle without letting Dad die?”
“We’ll do our best,” Ruby promised, eyes gleaming. “Jamie?”
“If he’s willing, it’s better than waiting and hoping for someone in the right age range to show up and rent the cabin,” Jamie had to admit.
Dean pulled out his phone to call Dad, explaining the situation quickly. “He says he can be here tomorrow night, and Sam and I were planning on staying all week so we’ve got the cabin booked.”
“Can we go back to what Jamie said about them not being done here?” Sam asked. “What the hell does that mean? Are we in some kind of danger?”
“Only the danger of getting laid,” Ruby muttered. “Just once, can you not hit on the civilians after we rescue them, Jamie?”
“Hey, I never hit on them if they’re wearing a wedding ring, or they’re kids, or they’re injured or shaken up so bad that I don’t think they can consent!” Jamie stuck her tongue out at Ruby. “These two guys, though… come on, tell me you don’t want to hit that.”
Dean smirked as Ruby just threw up her hands. “What do you say, Sammy? Think we can accommodate the ladies?”
Sam nodded. “Don’t see why not. Do you two have a preference for how we do this, or…”
“Well, uh…” Jamie reached up and twirled her hair. “This might be a little awkward, you two being brothers, but Ruby and I are partners in more than just the professional sense, if you know what I mean. We like to share our hookups, when we go for one. If that’s a problem…”
“Nah, Sammy and I aren’t twins, but we have been the fantasy before,” Dean said. “Sam, got a problem with it?” Sam shook his head. “Excellent. Can we leave the hoops now?”
“Yeah, come on out.” Jamie collected the hoops as they got out. “Let’s go.”