Supernatural, from a slightly different POV. It's probably been done before, but hey. I got bored.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, they ain't mine, and I'm broke.
Highway
to Hell
by Ishea
She loved cruising. The open road, the miles stretching out before them, heavy music in the air. It was comfortable, familiar, and she adored it. Though the entire 'running out of gas' was kind of annoying. So was Sam's whining. That, she could live without. He hadn't been with them in over three years - thirty seconds face to face and once again, he starts with the complaints.
The guys got a life. And a family who adore him. Hopefully one of these days he'll figure it out and deal. Like her Dean had.
She was pissed.
Seriously, absolutely and utterly annoyed. And that was the understatement of the century. That horrible, wretched bitch had dared to defile her, and, even worse! The things she had been made to do whilst possessed by such a self-centred spirit!
If she could shudder, she would.
She had nearly killed Dean. Her Dean. The love of her life. The light of her very existence. No longer could she imagine any kind of life without her beautiful, kind, caring soul mate. It had been love at first sight between them, and that day that she had finally gotten him to herself had been one of the most wonderful days of her life.
And she had nearly killed him. It made one want to scream in denial.
Sam was driving. He was sitting behind the wheel, foot on the accelerator real, honest to god, driving. That was wrong. Utterly wrong, and she hated it. If Dean wasn't held up in jail, she would be even more upset, but hey! They were brothers. Sam wouldn't leave her love locked up, would he? They were driving to the rescue, right! Right?
Ah, Sam? We're going in the wrong direction here. Sheriffs office's the other way...
Sam?
OK, so I'm kind of forgiving Sam at the moment. Despite the diversion for information. One fake phone call, and we're on our way to pick Dean up. Yay! NO! The Bitch is back! Get out! Shoo! Scat! Scram! Oh, shit...
She had been shot.
Dean had shot her with rock salt. OK. She was kinda possessed. And he was saving his brother's life. It hurt, yes. But she understood. She could forgive Dean for that.
What she wasn't about to forgive was what happened next. That really did top of a truly horrible day. It had been insulting, painful, and if she had been any less of a woman, she would have broken. Sam had driven her directly into a building. A God damn wooden house! It wasn't as if it were her fault that she was possessed, was it? He was downright lucky that she refused to break down on them – then where would they be? At least Dean cares.
Sam had better pay for a new headlight, or there would be hell to pay.
She didn't like this. The sadness, the melancholy, the likes of which she hadn't seen since Mary died. She had been there for them then, and she had no intention of going anywhere now. Not ever. Well, at least not without them. Going places was the entire point to her existence, wasn't it?
She was sorry that someone close to Sam had died, but she wouldn't be grieving, she had what she wanted. Her boys were back together. Where they should be.
End.