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Free Supernatural Fanfiction – Chapter Summary:

Dean and Analina face a volatile kitchen while Sam performs a spell. Analina discovers trapped ghosts and uses her powers to help them escape an enraged unseen foe.

Rating: PG-13
Contains:  Intense Sequences & Peril, Implied Violence, Thematic Elements, Mild Language, Disturbing

CHAPTER SEVEN:  
Crossing Over

DEAN AND I CONTINUED DOWN the hall as Sam stopped in the next room to perform the protection spell. I followed Dean down the stairs, and once we reached the landing, the doors started to bang open and shut. Furniture started to move and block our path.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean said with wide eyes. I rushed forward as a chair came sliding across the room. We raced towards the back of the house. The basement staircase was located through the kitchen. As we entered the kitchen, everything went still again. The whole room felt cold and damp. A slight sulfurous odor permeated everything. Dean went over to the basement door. Just as he was about to start down, it looked like he was pushed forward. Luckily, he caught himself by using the banisters. I was about to go and see if he was alright when the door slammed shut on me, separating us.

I pulled hard on the knob, but it would not budge. I heard him climb up the stairs and bang on the door. He had the flask, but the cell phone with the recording was with Sam. He didn’t know the words.

“Dean, start doing the protection…”

A kitchen drawer flew in my direction, nearly missing me. It crashed into the door.

“Analina! Are you okay?” I heard Dean shout.

“Fine, just start protecting that doorway. I-I’ll say the words out here. Repeat them.”

A pot flew at my head. I started saying, “In the name of…”

This was something out of a horror movie. I could only get a part of a sentence out at a time. The demon finally found the knife drawer by the time I reached the end. Thankfully, Dean was able to open the door, and I rushed behind the door as the knives flew after me. They collided with the door and not my body. Dean had stopped me from falling down the stairs, another good thing. I stood for a moment, catching my breath.

“The kitchen is going to be a little tricky,” I stated.

“Ya think,” he said sarcastically. He rolled his eyes but then looked me over to make sure I wasn’t hurt.

“Are there any more doors down here?” I asked.

“I don’t think so.” He turned to double-check. “I didn’t get a good look when I flew halfway down. That mother…”

“Dean, they’re down here, or at least, most of them,” I said, looking out at some ghostly figures hovering around the bottom of the cellar. As we came downstairs, more ghosts fizzled into focus. The basement only had one door at the top of the stairs. The rest was just a large room with a washer and dryer among some boxes and old broken furniture.

A crash came from upstairs.

“Sam!” Dean yelled and started up the steps. I didn’t even have a chance to remind him about the dangers in the kitchen.

“It’s getting mad,” a ghost said and turned back towards the others.

“Don’t worry. We’ll get rid of it,” I said, as calmly as I could. The adrenaline that I had prior was dying out, only to be replaced with anxiety and heart palpitations.

“It’s too strong,” a little blond girl whimpered.

“Then we need to make it weaker,” I said. I had to help them. “You need to cross over.”

“We’re stuck here,” a woman insisted.

“I can help you do it,” I said. I think.

“I want my mommy,” the little girl cried out and ran back into the corner of the basement.

This must be Dottie’s little girl. I went over to her. “Is Dottie your mom?”

She nodded.

“Can anyone get Dottie here? Call to her?” I asked the others.

“I just saw her not too long ago down here,” a man stepped forward. “I’ll see what I can do.” He disappeared.

“Okay, he’s going to find your mom. Don’t worry.” I turned back around. “I want at least half of you to leave now. That should help.”

I cringed as I heard another crash from above. “Quickly decide who will leave first.” I stepped away for a moment and glanced up the stairs. The door remained open. The demon couldn’t come down, but it sounded like it still had free rein of the first floor.

We needed to hurry. I heard arguing behind me. I turned back. “Have you decided?”

A handful of the men remained off to the side. One of them said, “Send the ladies and child first.”

“No!” The little girl screeched. “Not without my mommy!”

“Shhh, it’s okay,” I said. “I’ll make sure you go with your mommy.”

I didn’t have time to argue. The little girl would have to wait if she didn’t want to go now. I had no idea where Dottie was. I wasn’t even sure I could get them out of here. I had no idea how strong the demon’s hold on them was.

“Okay, all those who are leaving now, come over to this side and stand in a circle,” I said, moving across the basement. I had crossed over two ghosts in my time. Never this many at once. When I did it before, I couldn’t even see them. More crashes upstairs and a bang that shook the house made me move ahead. The sound was farther away from the kitchen.

I took a deep breath and hoped that they couldn’t tell my hands were shaking; I clasped them in front of me. “When I tell you, go towards the light. Alright?”

I didn’t wait for an answer but closed my eyes to concentrate. Taking a breath, I imagined a bright light encircling me. I slowly pushed this protective bubble out towards them. I wasn’t sure if they saw what I did in my mind’s eye, or if they only felt it, but I heard a few gasps. I continued to concentrate, hoping that Sam and Dean were okay upstairs. I asked James to gather some angels to assist the spirits over. I waited and slowly felt the warmth spread over me and outward towards the others. “Okay, go,” I barely whispered.

I felt them slowly disappear, one by one. A silent sigh of relief filled the circle as they went. The coldness around me lessened. Just as the last of that group left, I heard a deep rumble and the house felt like it was splitting in two.

If it was mad before, now the demon was furious.

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