Okay…this story doesn't have a point yet…but im getting there…it takes place in the 3rd Season...before the season finale obviously
"Hey Bobby." Sam said into his cell phone, rubbing his hand over his face. "Any trace of Bella?" He tried to keep the exhaustion from his voice, but failed miserably.
"How longs it been since you've slept, boy?" Bobby asked in a gruff fatherly voice.
"A while…" Sam yawned and tried to rub the sleep deprivation from his eyes. " So, found anything about Bella?"
"Sorry Sam, but there's no sign of her." There was silence between them as Sam's disappointment seeped through his body. "Where's Dean?"
Sam turned and looked out the Impala's window, searching the outside of the bar for Dean. He spotted him with two attractive women in short skirts, chugging beers and flirting obsessively.
"The usual, a couple of girls and a six pack." Sam sighed and knew it was time to say good-bye. "Bobby…I gotta go…" He stopped as Bobby's hurried voice echoed through the phone,
"Look Sam, we'll find a way to save him."
"I hope so Bobby." Sam nearly whispered. He quickly ended the call and shoved his phone into his coat pocket. Sam leaned back on the black leather seat and closed his eyes, but was soon shocked out of his relaxing position by a couple taps on his window. Sam peered out the window to find Dean flushed and laughing. Sam opened the passenger door and got out, looking down at his older brother.
"What's so funny, Dean?" Sam asked exasperated.
"Shoulda…seen…your…face!" He was having trouble spitting the words out as his chest reverberated with his laughter and the alcohol slurred the words. As Dean's laughter died down, Sam asked in an annoyed tone,
"So what'd you want anyways?"
Dean glanced up and his smile faded. "Thought…it was time…to…go."
Sam felt his eyes widen with surprise and he glanced toward the bar doors where the same two women, who had been drinking with Dean, stood inspecting the two brothers from afar. He turned back to Dean and could feel the curiosity and fear burn the back of his throat, Why was Dean skipping out so early? Why isn't he acting like himself? He managed to swallow his questions and step around Dean, heading for the Driver's seat. He shut the door behind him and stuck the key into the ignition. When Dean still hadn't gotten in, Sam revved the engine, making Dean laugh and mutter,
"Okay Sammy, I'm coming." He slid into the passenger seat and shut the door just as Sam switched the Impala into drive. Dean leaned back and shut his eyes. For a couple seconds there was only the sweet purr of the engine, interrupted by Dean,
"You screw up my car, I'll kill you." He smirked and then slid down further into the seat.
Sam laughed and drove his brother's baby as carefully as possible.
(MEANWHILE)
"Oh come on Cady!" Rebecca yelled back at her. She stood by the car, shifting nervously from foot to foot. She bit her lip and called back,
"I don't know about this Becca…" They stood outside the covered bridge, arguing about whether to go in or not. The problem was, Cady was terrified. She had heard all the stories about "Emily's Bridge", and when Rebecca had decided to go to the bridge at night, she hesitantly agreed to come along.
"Cady, you said you would!" Rebecca whined.
"I know…I just…Becca I'm scared."
"It's okay, nothing's gonna happen. I'll go in alone and you can stay by the car. I'll stay in for five minutes, then we can leave."
Cady chewed her lip awhile, then said, "Okay, but I'm staying here…"
Rebecca nodded and walked back to the opening of the bridge. She turned back to Cady grinning and yelled, "Ciao Baby!" She saluted and walked straight into the darkness.
Cady stared at her watch intently and watched the seconds tick by. After five minutes had passed and Rebecca still hadn't come out like she had promised, she began to worry.
"Becca!" She called towards the bridge. "This isn't funny! Cut the crap!" Cady was shaking now, and she grabbed the flashlight and the keys to the car. She stepped carefully over rocks and stones on the dirt road, walking to the opening of the bridge. That's when her flashlight began to flicker, and as she took her first step into the darkness, it flicked off. She took a sharp intake of breath, and quietly shook and clicked the on / off button of the flashlight. When it still didn't turn on, she pulled her winter coat tighter and pushed onward into the bridge. After what seemed like an eternity, with the only sound she could hear was her own breathing, her flashlight spontaneously flicked on. For a moment she was blinded by the new light, but when her vision focused, she found Rebecca. Her pale form was hung from a noose, her clothes soaked with blood, her wide brown eyes glassy and blank.
Then Cady screamed.