Music blared from the speakers of the '67 chevy impala. I sat in the back with my Uncle Sam while my dad's Dean and Castiel discussed the hunt we were on. It was pretty average a ghost in the city of Seattle, were on what seemed like the millionth hour of the drive. It was nearing 5 in the morning and I had gotten so tired. Before I knew it Uncle Sammy was carrying my into our motel room. I was set down on the bed further from the door, Sam got onto the couch and my dad's climbed into the other bed. I tiredly looked at the clock and saw that it was 7PM they all must have been exhausted. I awoke to the smell of Dean's cooking and jumped up.
"Good Morning" Sam said without looking up from his newspaper.I looked over and saw Cas still asleep. Dean always says that he is just trying to make up for all those years he was an angel and didn't sleep. Dean turns around to see my awake and a huge grin spreads across his face.
"Good Morning Y/N" I walk over and grab some of the coffee from the pot filling my cup to the brim, much like Cas, was not a morning person.
"Good Morning Dad." I walk over and sit next to Sammy. He looks over at me and my huge cup of coffee.
"Thats a lot of caffeine for a seventeen year old don't you think, Y/N?" He jokes
"Shut it moose." I notice a the story he is reading on the murders that have occurred of the past couple days.
We had already figured the ghost was that of Alice Morgan the only thing I was nervous about was that she was buried at Comet Lodge Cemetery which I had heard was haunted. I never told my family but all of the hunting we did scared the crap out of me, but I knew my dad dean tried to keep me out of this life but he couldn't no demon, monster or angel will forget about the boys who stopped the apocalypse and the fallen angel who helped them.
At 10:00AM Castiel finally crawled out of bed. Dean laid a kiss on his forehead as he finished his first cup of coffee. Sam had left going how knows where so it was just me and my dad's. We spent the morning talking, goofing around and making food, but before we knew it Sam was home and we had to go salt and burn the bones.
I watched as the boys started digging and heard the noise of the shovel hitting the wooden coffin. Sam began to open it.
"Finally" I thought , just before I felt a white hot pain in my back. I turned my head to see the ghost of Alice Morgan holding a dull, rusty knife that she had just stabbed me with. I heard Castiel scream saw him sprinting towards me, but the ghost just flung him away. Sam looked at me with fear in his eyes and hurried pouring salt atop the bones. I saw Cas lying unconscious with blood dripping and Dean standing frozen in fear. I could see the pain in his Green eyes.
"I'm dead" I thought to myself as I felt a warm tear run down my face. Dean ran towards me as Sam lit the match getting rid of that damn ghost, then ran to Castiel. I looked up at Dean, seeing his eyes fill with tears, yelling at me to keep my eyes open. I heard sirens in the distance and saw black.