A/N: Okay, this was a pretty random idea I got when I saw Ghost Whisperer. Its probably been done before, but oh well I'll do it anyway :). I know pretty much next to nothing about the series apart from the fact that its about a woman called Melinda who can see and talk to ghosts and she runs an antique store with her friend Andrea and is married to a guy called Jim who is a paramedic. Apparently Andrea dies at some point in the future, so this story is set somewhere before that when nothing much is happening except for Melinda's ghost vibe. I'm typically a Supernatural fan so I probably know more about that area - its set somewhere in season 2, again when nothing much is going on (which is pretty hard to find when dealing with supernatural!).
Hopefully you guys will like this, just give it a go anyway!
Sam leant back in the comfy, shaped seats of the Impala and turned his face towards the window. The wind rushed into his face, surprisingly soothing after hours of talking on mobiles and staring into laptop screens or squinting at books. He leant his mobile against his head, sighing. Dean revved the engine of his beloved car, and Sam glanced at him.
"Have they taken you off hold yet?"
"Nah."
"Jeez, Sam, give up already. I wanna have AC/DC back on!"
"Dean, we have to find out where this ghost came from. Destroying the ornament didn't work which means that Julie Beckan probably returned to haunt the town where her grave is. And remember, if we don't find her she could start killing people again in her search-"
"- for a perfect husband, I know, I know, save the drabble," Dean muttered, rolling his eyes. "We're spending way to long on this dead chick, I wanna see some live ones again! Seriously Sam, its been at least three days since I had a really good-"
"Hi, Sarah," Sam said loudly, relieved that the woman had finally taken him off hold before Dean could finish the sentence. "Did you find anything?"
"Yes, I did, Mr. Walters," the girl replied. "Miss Beckan was buried in her hometown, Grandview."
"And that was in nineteen 'oh one, right?"
"That's right. So, now that we've got that out of the way I was wondering if you would like to maybe..."
"What's that Dean? We've taken the wrong exit? Oh jeez, sorry Sarah, I have to go. Thanks so much for all your help."
Sam flipped his mobile shut and shoved it into his pocket. He felt slightly guilty but he still didn't want any kind of relationship yet. It felt too much like he would be betraying Jess. He just wanted a little more time... he jumped as Dean swerved and yelled angrily.
"Oi! Damned dogs, I hate 'em... So, talk to me, where're we headed?"
"Take the third exit. Julie was buried in Grandview, her hometown."
"Any good chicks there? Modelling agencies?"
Sam rolled his eyes. Dean sighed and turned on the car CD player. AC/DC blared out into Sam's ears. Sam settled back in the seat, staring out of the window. This was going to be a very long drive. Dean glanced at him, grinning.
"Guess we're goin' to Grandview."
The Same As It Never Was came into sight as Melinda rounded the corner of the street. As usual, she felt a small rush of comfort as she looked at it - it had become like a second home to her. But, even as she moved towards it, a cold wind whipped her hair back from her face, accompained by a whisper softer than silk and yet somehow sharp as a knife.
"I want a man.... I want a man.... perfection...."
Melinda stopped, frowning. The call was unlike anything she had heard before - ghosts normally called in despair or grief, or sometimes even just made a passing remark. But this was different, almost like a queen uttering orders. Melinda turned slowly, scanning the green park just across the road. On the paven path in the centre of it, a woman in a short red dress span slowly in circles, tipping her head back so that her blonde curls caught the sunlight. As Melinda watched, she blinked gently in and out of sight like a candle flickering in the dark. Convinced, Melinda crosseed the road and headed towards her. Andrea wouldn't mind if she were a few minutes late.
She reached the path and walked slowly towards the ghost feeling in her pocket for her mobile. It was a trick she had found useful when trying to talk to ghosts in public. She put the mobile to her ear as she approached the spirit. The dead woman was turning to watch a man go by, a strange, cruel smile twitching at the corners of her lips.
"Excuse me?"
The ghost ignored her. Melinda hesitated, and then stepped directly into her path.
"Hello? Can you hear me?"
The woman glared at her, one eyebrow slightly raised in confusion. "How can you see me?"
Melinda smiled. "My grandmother calls it a gift. Are you alright?"
The ghost turned her face away to watch another man walk past. She ran her tongue over her lips. "I don't usually go for red-heads... but then maybe I should widen my search critera..."
"Sorry?"
The woman flicked her head back to survey Melinda, her eyes cold. "I don't want you. I want a man. I want... him."
Melinda jumped as the woman abruptly vanished, and a rush of freezing air rolled over her. She turend to look in its direction just in time to see a black Impala appear far down the road. She hesitated, confused, and then slowly turned to return to her shop. Something clinked beneath her shoe and she looked down to see a small, silver pendant lying on the floor. Melinda picked it up slowly, running her hands over it. Then she turned and made her way back towards her antiques shop.
Sam winced and rubbed his forehead, frowning. The small pain in his temple vanished almost at once, but clearly his slip had shown up on Dean's big brother radar because all of a sudden the heavy rock music had vanished.
"What's up? Sam?"
"Nothing, Dean, I'm fine."
"Its not one of your-"
"No, Dean, its not a vision," Sam said quickly. "I'm fine, just leave it."
He turned to look out of the window, and heard Dean sigh. He tried to focus on something else, and an antiques shop flashed across the window. Sam froze.
"Dean wait. Stop!"
"What? You drop your eye liner or something?"
"Stop the car!"
Dean slammed on the breaks and someone behind them honked loudly. Dean yelled at them before pulling over. Sam climbed out of the car, looking up at the antiques store just a few shops away. Dean clambered out of the Impala and strode over to him.
"Care to explain, geek-boy?"
"That shop. Its an antiques store."
Dean looked from Sam to the shop and back again before plastering a mock-shocked expression over his face. "My god, how could I have missed it? Quick, Sam!" he grabbed Sam's arm, pretending to strain towards the shop. "We can go fill the trunk with ancient dainty hairbrushes and expensive vases! I know how much you love pink but I'd really love some sky blue china tea cups..."
"Dean!" Sam pulled his arm free, scowling. "Julie once ran an antiques store. There might be something in there that belonged to her and that we might have to burn."
Dean arched one eyebrow. Then he shrugged. "Yeah, whatev, if you wanna go look for a new dressing table you just had to say."
Sam rolled his eyes and followed Dean into the store.
"Melinda. Melinda! Look!"
Melinda looked up from the cashier. Andrea was nodding at two men who had just entered the shop, looking around as if slightly unsure of what to do. Melinda glanced at Andrea.
"What?"
Andrea raised her eyebrows. "More like hot, girl, look at them!"
Melinda laughed. "Yeah, well, knock yourself out I already have a husband."
"Yeah, rub it in why don't you." Andrea moved over towards one of the shelves, still eyeing the two men in what she clearly thought was a sly manner.
Melinda smiled. How halarious it would be if they turned out to be gay... of course, two men wandering around an antique store together did suggest that they were gay but somehow she didn't think they were. She couldn't help but sneak another glance at them as she turned back to the cash register. One was tall and lanky with an unruly mop of brown hair, the other shorter with a strong jaw line and short blonde hair. They looked strangely similar, and yet completely different.
"Any idea at all what we're looking for?" the shorter one muttered.
The mop haired man nodded, and then shook his head and shrugged. The shorter man rolled his eyes and walked towards the window, muttering something about not being seen in an antiques shop.
Melinda almost wanted to go over to them and ask them if they wanted help, but decided to let Andrea play this one. So she went back to the cash register - and the door blew open. Melinda's head snapped up as the ghost she had seen just a few minutes earlier swept into the shop, her dress swinging around her. Melinda dropped her pen, and the two men and Andrea turned to look at her. She smiled hesitantly.
"Uh, sorry... dropped my pen."
She ducked down to pick it up. When she straightened up again, the men had gone back to looking at the shelves and Andrea was moving over to her.
"What's wrong?"
"Ghost," Melinda murmured. "Front and centre."
"Nasty or nice?"
"Uh... I don't know."
Andrea paled. "Great, well, I'm gonna go sort some stuff out in the back room."
She stepped past her. Melinda put down her pen, watching as the ghost cocked her head to watch the two men. The taller one moved over towards the other side of the shop, leaving the smaller one behind, and the ghost jerked around to follow him, walking in sharp, sudden steps. Melinda swallowed hard. The ghost reached out and placed the palm of her hand on the small of the man's back. He winced, lifting a hand to his forehead. Melinda took a step towards the man, opening her mouth, but bit back the warning. What would she say? That a ghost was touching him? The man let out a small groan and reached out to touch the wall. His companion strode towards him, his eyes flickering with anxiety.
"Sam? Hey, Sam? You okay?"
"Uh, Dean I... ah!"
The man called Sam suddenly slumped sideways and Dean grabbed him, holding him upright. The ghost took a step backwards, one eyebrow arching, a smirk spreading aross her face. She glanced at Melinda, grinning, and then vanished. Melinda made for the two men, her heart in her mouth.
"Hello? What's wrong?"
Sam's fist was pressed against his head, his whole body rigid in pain. His eyes stared ahead, unfocused and empty. The man called Dean looked up, as if only just noticing her.
"Uh, he's fine. Its just this thing he has... I'd better get him back." He took a step towards the door. At that moment Sam let out a weak moan and his eyes rolled back in his head as his legs gave out. Dean, caught off guard, had nothing to do but lower him to the floor and kneel beside him, pulling him back against his shoulder.
"Sam? Hey, Sammy!"
Sam's head lolled to the side as Dean tapped his cheek, completely unresponsive. Melinda looked over her shoulder at the sound of footsteps to see Andrea appearing in the doorway.
"Andrea, call Jim. Quickly!"
"O-Okay..."
Andrea stumbled towards the phone as Melinda leant forwards. "Come on, I think Jim always says that you should get them lying down if they pass out."
Dean instantly tensed, his eyes narrowing warily. "Its okay, I got him."
Melinda raised her eyebrows. "Sir, he's unconscious. Come on, please."
Dean hesitated, but then he rose to his feet, dragging Sam up with him. Sam moaned softly, and Melinda moved to take his other side. Together they struggled over to the antique couch on the other side of the shop and lowered him onto it. Dean crouched down, running a hand over Sam's forehead. Melinda couldn't help but feel touched at the caring nature of the gesture.
"I don't understand, it doesn't normally effect him like this..." Dean muttered.
Melinda looked up at him. "What is it? What's wrong with him?"
Dean glanced at her, and something in his eyes sent a shiver down Melinda's spine. Somehow she knew right then that everything was about to change.
Okay, there we go. Please review! No reviews and I'll assume I'm rubbish and give up now. Catch you next time!
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