TPONTP CHAPTER 5!

The Impala was racing towards Chicago on a couple of the back roads. Dean was making sure that he would not hit anything as he focused on the road and getting to Alex. Although he did not have much to worry about, because there were no other cars on the road. He would occasionally glance over to see Sam still re-dialing her number, and getting no answer.
Trees were flying past the windows so fast, that they looked like green and brown blurs. Sam had left his window open, because it was such a nice day outside. This had caused his hair to fly all over the place, while Dean's hardly moved.

Chicago was getting closer by the second and Dean was starting to get more nervous. "Anything?" Dean asked in a worried and angry tone.

"Not yet." Sam pulled the phone away to press the re-dial button.

"Keep trying." Dean knew that Sam would have done it any ways, but he had to be sure.

Hope started to kick in as the scenery got more familiar. They now knew that they were close. Dean pulled on to the same road that the motel was on and Sam was still getting no answer. Even though he knew that they were practically there, he didn't give up.

The motel was finally in their view, and to their right. Dean got up to it in a matter of seconds. He pulled into the other lane to make the sharp turn at his speed. Gravel kicked up from the sudden turn, and the car slowed down to park. As they got out of the car, Sam was still trying to get a hold of Alex. They ran up to her door and started banging on it.

"Alex? It's Dean! Are you in there?" Dean yelled through the door.

They waited, but did not hear anything. "Alex?" Sam yelled this time.

They listen for an answer and got no response.

"Son of a-" Dean got ready to kick in the door, but Sam stops him.

"Wait." Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out the lock pick. "Here, use this."

Dean grabbed the lock pick and got to work. Sam was still calling Alex's cell phone.and the voicemail picked up. He was ready to re-dial, when Dean finally unlocked the door. Dean grabbed his hand gun out of the back of his pants and Sam had put his phone away. They quickly entered the room with Dean in the lead, aiming his gun around. When they looked around, they didn't see anything wrong.

Alex yelled in surprise and fell backwards off of the bed. In the process of falling over, she had flipped over her laptop. She quickly pulled off her head phones and jumped to her feet. "You got the wrong girl!" Alex was looking at Dean and holding up her hands.

Sam was confused by her reaction, then he noticed the gun in Dean's hands. He figured out that she thought they were cops or something.

"Dean." Sam quickly said, getting his brother's attention.

Dean was casually holding the gun and didn't realize it. "What?"

"Your gun." Sam mouthed.

"Oh. Sorry." Dean quickly put his gun away.

Although she had fallen off the bed, the guys were relieved to see that she was alright.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked out of concern and wondering why she had not answered her phone.

"Well, that depends...Who are you?" She didn't get a good look at him earlier when she met Dean, so she didn't know who he was.

"That's my brother, Sam." Dean explained. "I'm sorry we just barged in on you like that, but you weren't answering your phone..."

"And we wanted to make sure you were okay." Sam finished. "We were starting to get a little worried about you."

Dean smiled, "It's a cop thing."

"Well, um...I'm okay. I'm sorry I didn't pick up. I had my head phones on, and I was busy working. What did you want?" Alex asked as she picked up the mess that she made.

"Huh?" Dean had forgotten the reason of their visit during the panic.

"Why did you call me?" Alex asked.

First they barged into her room, and now they had ask about her dead friends. Talk about awkward.

Sam looked at Dean, then back to Alex. "I guess there's really no easy way to ask you this."

"Ask me what?" Alex asked confused.

"We noticed that you talked to Amanda online, before she died." Sam continued after he saw Alex nod her head. "Did you talk Kathrine too, by any chance?

Alex got a little worried about where this was going, but she still replied, "Yes."

"We would like to see that conversation. If you don't mind." Dean smirked, knowing that she thought they were cops and she had no choice but to listen to them.

"Sure." Alex went over to the bed and set up her laptop for them. "Her ya go." She handed it over to Dean.

Dean walked over to the table and set it down, then pulled out a chair to sit down. After he sat down, Sam had came over and started reading over Dean's shoulder.

Alex was starting to get a little uncomfortable. She knew what they were thinking as they read the screen. It was the same thing that all of the other officers had thought.

Once they were both done reading, they shared a look. They knew that there was more to it that wasn't in the conversation. Alex was hiding something from them and they needed to know quick, before someone else got hurt. They looked over at her, now sitting on one of the beds.

"Alex." Sam said, Grabbing the laptop and placing it next to her "What did she ask you?"

Staring at the bed sheets, Alex replied, "She didn't ask me anything."

Dean walked over to the bed. "What are talking about? It says right there 'If you just did what I asked none of this would have happened!' " He pointed to the screen and insistently asked, "What did she ask you?"

"She didn't ask me anything! It wasn't Mandy or Katie!" Alex snapped, looking up at them.

Sam sighed, "We know."

"You do?" Alex asked incredulously.

"Yeah." Sam confirmed.

"Now listen." Dean started before he sat on the bed in front of her. "We need to know who was talking to you, and what they asked of you."

Alex was afraid to answer. "You won't believe me." In almost a whisper, she added, "Nobody did."

"Give us chance." Sam said In a calm and caring voice, giving her a warm smile.

Alex was hesitant, but deep down she actually believed them. "About a month ago, I saw this girl in my room."

"What did she look like?" Dean asked.

"She had dark hair that was pulled up into a bun. The dress she was wearing looked like it was from the eighteen hundreds. Then she asked me..." Alex trailed off.

"What?" Sam urged her to continue.

"She asked for me to take off my necklace..."

Knowing that some necklaces could be cursed, a part of voodoo and other supernatural things, Dean wondered if this would be one of those cases. "Why would she ask you that?"

There was more silence as Alex hesitated again. "So she could possess me."

Sam looked at Dean knowing that something strange really was going on. "What necklace?"

Alex pulled out a necklace from inside her shirt.

"Dean, have you ever seen that symbol before?"

Dean shook his head, "No. You?"

Sam sighed, "No." Looking at Alex, he asked, "Where did you get this?"

Alex got quieter then before. "My mother gave it to me before she died...She said that it would protect me."