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Screwed didn’t even begin to scratch the top of the iceberg of bullshit this entire week has turned into. I finally manage to move into an apartment, finally get some peace and quiet and suddenly!
Ghosts!
Fucking ghosts!
And two very wildly, horrifically, attractive tall men standing in said apartment, yelling back and forth to each other in my goddamn living room. “Sammy, you need to get her out of here!”
“Oh and leave you to do this alone? Not a chance, Dean.” He nearly said his brother's name like a slur. “What the fuck.” I muttered, watching as they shot a man with his head split open with a cutoff shotgun filled with fucking salt, causing it to vanish. The brother, who I’d learned to be Dean, swiveled to shoot me a quick smirk. “Just doin’ what we do, sweetheart.”
“I think I need to lie down…” I muttered, curling onto the floor in a fetal position. “Shit… Sam, get her outside!”
“It’s not real, none of this is real.” I tried to calmly rationalize with myself. “And I said fat chance.”
“I should’ve just stayed with my mom n pop…” I was rocking back and forth at this point, I would wind up locked in a padded room if I kept this up, I was seeing things. “Gonna go back to the mental hospital.”
“Get up.”
“I’ll wake up soon, don’t worry.” I smiled broadly at Dean, who was looking increasingly more annoyed with my presence. “Fuck it.” He grumbled before grabbing me by my midsection like a damn sack of potatoes and throwing me over his shoulder. “I’m not letting you die in here, it’ll cloud my pristine conscious.” I let myself ragdoll.
This is fine.
Everything’s fine.
Ghosts might be real and everything is fine.
The cold air finally hit my legs, knocking me back to reality.
Reality where I was slung over a random man’s very, weirdly, strong shoulder, a ghost in my apartment, and another very handsome man running out behind us.
I tensed, scrambling to get out of Dean’s hold, but his hand was pressed into the backs of my knees firmly enough I couldn’t kick properly. A defeated sigh crushed through my lungs as I flopped back down. “Can you set me down, please?”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.”
Cold concrete.
“Fuck! My shoes!” I hissed, dancing between my two feet to keep them from the freezing ground. “Shitshitshitshit!” I jumped, trying to relieve both of my feet.
Both brothers looked from me, to each other, and then back at me, eyebrows raised in confusion.
“It’s fall!” I screamed. “Why is the ground so fucking cold!” I started to pace. “Hey, Sammy?”
“Hm?”
“Should we… take her to the motel?”
“A motel?!” I backed away, butt bumping the car behind me. “Why would I be going back to a motel?” I wouldn’t make it far barefoot. “To get you out of the cold? Reevaluate the situation… figure out where this dudes buried.” Sam rubbed a hand down his face as he spoke, obviously trying to calm me down.
It wasn’t working.
“Right, and I’m just supposed to believe y’all have pure intentions…?” They both nodded.
“Look, sweetheart, you’re pretty, but I’m not really in the mood to mess around right now.” And for some reason that felt like an insult. My face scrunched. “Right, so you’d take advantage of me some other time?”
“Why would I? What?” Sam elbowed his brother, distracting him from the offense he’d taken. “Look,” he chimed, as Dean rubbed his shoulder as if the nudge had hurt him. “Dean’s an asshole, but he’s not… He wouldn’t.”
“And I should just believe you?” I deadpanned, watching as he clenched his jaw in frustration. “Dean.”
“On it.”
And I was back over a shoulder, getting tossed into the backseat of a very nice car. “You can’t just kidnap people!”
“Nah, not kidnapping, it’s more like…” Dean scratched his chin in thought. “Relocating. For your safety.”
There’s only so long you can stare up at a ceiling before the patterns in the popcorn start to make blurring faces, apparently the limit until that point is exactly 10 minutes of listening to two men argue back and forth about what to do with you.
I sighed, rolling onto my side to maybe try to get a small nap in, my anxiety levels were far too high to deal with this, especially with how tired I’ve been these past few years. “If it’s a ghost that means we can find where he’s buried and-”
New patterns stirred in my vision, eyelashes nearly curling into my eyes from how hard I had them clenched. “They can’t be real…” I muttered, hugging my midsection to stop the ache growing there. “It can’t… it… it can’t…” my eyes were stinging. “It’s my…” I took a deep breath, feeling the mattress dip behind me, a gentle hand cupping my bicep.
I turned finally, opening my eyes to see Dean there, brows pinched, and jaw set. “It’s my dad.” I frowned, fat tears rolling down across the bridge of my nose. “He… he drove himself nuts looking for what you two kill every goddamn day.” the words came out like venom, despite my not wanting them to.
“I hate to do this to you, kid… but where’s your dad buried?”
“Hey mom.” I mumbled over the phone. “Hey baby! How are you? Are you ok?”
“I just um… I miss dad a little.”
“Oh… honey…” she sighed. “Honey, family call.” she called my step dad over, a shifting sound alerting me to the fact they were very much in bed getting ready to sleep, Pop’s groggy southern drawl cutting through the silence. “Hey honey, what’s up?”
“Um…” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Do you know where um… my sperm donor was buried…”
“Uh… I think it was Rest Haven?” I nodded, before remembering he couldn’t see me. “Thanks Dad…”
“What’s going on?”
“Just feeling kinda nostalgic… I’ll be ok.”
“Ok… I love you.”
“Love you too.”
“I’m proud of you-”
“I am too!” Mom cut in, seemingly having snatched her phone back. “Call me when you get there, baby.” I could hear her gentle smile. “I will Mama…”
“Ok, ok, love you, honey!” I sighed, a smile finally cracking. “Love you too, get some sleep.” I hung up before they could continue to ramble.
I could feel eyes on me before I even looked, clearing my throat I finally made eye contact with Dean. He hummed, nodding slightly as he turned to Sam. “Never seen a healthy relationship with a parent before from one of these.”
“Excuse me?”
“Well I mean…” he paused, licking his bottom lip that I absolutely had no good reason to stare at for nearly as long as I did. “Usually we…” he moved his hands in a rotating motion in front of himself. “When it’s a dead parent it’s usually a little rougher.” Sam looked like he was damn near about to punch the lights out of his brother as he stared at the ceiling.
“Well, I have a very good relationship with my family. I’m very close with them.” My head really fucking hurt. “My biological father was a deadbeat that washed his hands of the fact he had children and ran off to join a rock band apparently...” When did my fingernails get this dirty…? “Died last year, said something about wanting to live his best life or whatever, went on a mysterious hunting trip.” I chewed on my lip as I spoke, arms wrapping over my knees. “He used to have this book of like ghosts or whatever… and uh, my mom said she chased a demon out the house once.” I laughed, before the taste of blood suddenly coated my mouth.
“Shit…” biting right through my bottom lip wasn’t really my ideal plan for the night, but whatever. “So your family isn’t like… new to the occult or whatever?” Sam asked, crossing his arms over his chest. I shook my head. “I was hoping it wasn’t real, but I’m like 100% sure I’ve been seeing ghosts my whole life now.” Dean’s jaw ticked, eyes flicking from my bottom lip back to my eyes.
“So… why is the ghost of your dad all the way in Appalachia when he’s buried in Texas?” I shrugged. “I um…” I groaned. “His uh… I’ve got his old guitar?”
“And you didn’t tell us about this earlier… why, exactly?” Dean practically barked.
“Hey! I just found out ghosts were real tonight! Cut me some slack, pretty boy.” Sam pinched his nose, keeping a laugh back. “Pretty boy?” Dean repeated, nostrils flaring. “Whatever…” I muttered, finally pulling myself back onto my own two feet.
“I never learned how to play, so maybe he’s pissed about that, I don’t know.”
“Well, it’s a good start, me and Sammy can go look and see if we can find the thing, figure out what we need to do.” He pat his brother on the shoulder as he spoke, before making his way to the door. “And uh, don’t let any strangers in, got it?”
“Wasn’t necessarily planning on it.” Dean winked on his way out, meeting a completely deadpanned me standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed over my chest in my stupid Batman PJ’s.
If this shit wasn’t done by the time the sun rose I was going to be absolutely pissed off.