Imaginary Friend chapter 2

Title: Sam Winchester's Home for Imaginary Friends

Sarah was laying on her bed listening to her iPod. She was thinking about how she needed to get to her essay for her history class. She had to write an essay comparing and contrasting the difference between the ancient Egyptians and the ancient Romans. She had been dragging her feet and it was due in two days. Her professors at the college she went to always told there students not to wait until the last few hours to do their essays. But like most students, she didn't listen.

Sarah sighed rolling onto her stomach and opening her laptop. She opened up Word when she heard her parents down stairs. She was living at home because she couldn't afford to live on campus. Besides, it was only a thirty minute drive to the main campus. It wasn't that far.

"Hey Sarah?" Her mom yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

Sarah took her headphones out of her ear. "Yeah?" She shouted back.

"Dinner."

"I'll be down in a minute," Sarah sighed closing the laptop.

"How could you do this to me."

Sarah sat up looking around her room. She had heard something she wasn't crazy.

"Why did you leave me?" A little girl materialized before Sarah. The little girl was about four  years old with long black hair and brown eyes just like Sarah. She was wearing a blue dress with a pink bow in the back.

"W-who are you?" Sarah asked with her eyes wide.

"You know me Sarah. You use to play with me all the time. Why did you leave me?" The little girl asked.

"Sarah?" Her mom called from downstairs.

"Coming," Sarah shouted back.

The little girl pouted. "You're always leaving me!"

"I'm going to dinner," Sarah said. "I'll be back up in a little while."

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Sarah sat down at the dinner table with her parents. She tried to keep a straight face and not say anything about what happened upstairs. Sarah put some spaghetti on her plate and started to eat. Her parents carried on some conversation about money but she wasn't really listening.

"Hey mom?" Sarah asked putting down her fork.

"Yeah?"

"Do you remember me talking about a little girl when I was four?"

Her dad looked at her. "Sarah, you talked about a lot of little girls. Why do you ask?"

"What about one that looked like me?" Sarah asked trying to figure out who that girl was.

Her parents thought for a moment. Her dad nodded. "Yes you did. You talked about one named Emily."

Sarah suddenly remembered. Emily had been her imaginary friend when she was four. Now she was twenty-one. Why would Emily have shown up all of a sudden? It didn't make sense. "Oh yeah. That was her name."

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After dinner, Sarah went back up to her room. She sat down on her bed looking at the spot where she first saw Emily. She didn't understand why she would have seen Emily all of a sudden after seventeen years? It didn't make any sense.

Sarah turned to her laptop and opened it. She saw a reflection of a four year old girl in her laptop screen. Sarah turned around and saw Emily.

"Why did you have to leave me?" Emily pouted.

"I had to eat dinner. I'm back now." Sarah said.

Emily crossed her arms over her chest. "You left me for seventeen years! I wanted to play with you but you never came back. I begged you to come back and play with me. For years. You never did." Emily started to cry.

"I loved you and you abandoned me!" Emily shouted.

"I'm s-sorry," Sarah said terrified. Her eyes were wide when she saw Emily vanish and then appear right on front of her.

"This if what you get for leaving me!" Emily shouted.

Sarah screamed bloody murder as Emily ripped Sarah's heart out.

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"Do you hear that?" Sam said looking out the window.

"Here what?" Dean asked looking up at his brother.

"Sirens," Sam jumped up and grabbed his gun. "Let's go."

Dean followed suit and they ran to the Impala. Dean jumped into the driver's seat and Sam hopped into the passenger's seat. Dean had the car moving before Sam shut the door.

They followed the sirens and stopped at the house. It was a middle sized house with white siding and blue shutters. There were police cars and an ambulance around the house. Sam and Dean watched an ME van pulled up. "Shit," Dean muttered getting out of the car.

"Do you think this is like Mark's death?" Sam asked walking up to the caution tape.

Dean shrugged. "I'm going to guess yes. I mean, c'mon, there can't be many deaths like this in this tiny town."

Sam nodded. An older lady was standing to his right and Sam looked at her. "Do you know what happened?"

The older lady looked up at Sam. "Sarah was murdered. Her heart was ripped out of her chest. Just like the Mark kid."

Sam glanced over at Dean who sighed. "Thanks. That's sad."

The lady nodded. "Poor thing too. She was twenty-one. She was in college and had her whole life ahead of her."

Dean glanced at Sam this time. "Do you know why she was living with her parents?" Dean asked.

"She couldn't afford to live on campus. She wanted to really bad but they just didn't have the money." The lady said looking at Dean. "Name's Marge by the way. You guys don't look familiar. Are you not from around here?" Marge asked.

Sam shook his head. "No we're from out of town. We're traveling to different little towns that no one goes to."

"I don't know why you would want to come here. There's nothing to do here." Marge shrugged.

Sam laughed under his breath. "But it's giving you business."

Marge shrugged again. "Can't argue with that."

Just then, the gurney with the body of Sarah was rolled out. They didn't need to see the body to know that the heart was ripped out. They also didn't need to see the writing in the room that said 'You abandoned me. Now you pay.' Sam and Dean knew that's what said in the inside of the room because Sarah's room faced the street. They could see writing on the wall. Sam glanced at Dean who glanced back agreeing with his brother. There didn't need to be communication sometimes to get what the other was saying.

The ME van drove away which left just a bunch of people standing around looking at each other. "Let's go. There's nothing to see here." Dean said turning around and walking back to the Impala.

"Bye Marge, it was nice to meet you," Sam smiled.

"Bye Samuel, we may run into each other later. It is a small town," Marge smiled. Sam wanted to tell Marge that his name was Sam, not Samuel but he didn't have the heart to tell that to an old lady.

"Did she really call you Samuel, Samuel?" Dean laughed.

Sam glared at Dean. "It's Sam. Samuel is an old fat guy's name," Sam grumbled at Dean who was laughing pulling away from the house.

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"There has to be a reason why the imaginary friends are coming back and killing their imaginers." Dean said thinking. "What would you call them? Imaginers? Creators?"

Sam shrugged. Almost all his attention was on the laptop screen. He had found something that happened fifty years before. "Samuel, are you even listening to me?"

Sam found a pillow and chucked it at Dean. "Shuddup Dean." Sam growled looking at the screen.

"Shesh, I'm just joking around Samuel." Dean chuckled. He chuckled even more when Sam gave him a death glare. "But were you even listening to me." Sam shook his head still intent on what he was reading. Dean rolled his eyes walking over to Sam and looking at what he was reading.

"So this guy had an imaginary friend that he used a spell for it to become real?" Dean asked.

"Yeah and then the imaginary friend became angry with its imaginary or creator or whatever it's called."

"That's what I was trying to say earlier!" Dean said. "But you were ignoring me."

Sam shrugged. "Let's call them creators." Dean nodded. "Who was the guy who used the spell?"

"Mathew Donning. Guess who was his sister." Sam said looking up at his big brother.

"Marge?"

"Yep."

"Well, I know who we're going to be talking to later Samuel," Dean chuckled.

"If you call me Samuel one more time, I swear to Castiel that I will hurt you." Sam growled.

"I'd be careful, you might actually call Castiel down here," Dean joked.