I have no idea where this is going, it just happened~ SPN season 1, not sure DP


"You're saying, what? No mysterious deaths, no accidents, no murders, just a bunch of ghosts out of nowhere?" Dean's voice sounded as incredulous as he felt.

Sam was glaring at him from the passenger seat when Dean glanced over. "Yes, Dean. That's exactly what I'm saying."

Shaking his head, Dean scoffed. "I think you got your facts wrong. Missed something. Ghosts don't just pop up and start haunting a town for no reason, Sammy."

"It's Sam," his younger brother corrected acerbically. "And it looks like it happened. It doesn't make any sense to me either, Dean, but that's what showed up."

"There's gotta be something else goin' on here." He shook his head. "A huge hoax or something. Dad would have said something if there was a real problem here."

"Yeah, because Dad's been so talkative lately." Sam muttered tone laden with sarcasm.

Dean turned to look at his brother. "Dude, come on. You need to trust him more. He has more experience, he knows what he's doing."

"You need to trust him less," Sam continued the familiar argument. "He hasn't told us any-" he glanced at the road automatically, then looked again, eyes widening. "Dean!"

Dean's head whipped around to look out the front and he slammed on the brakes. It hit the figure in the road as it stopped. The person slid up the hood, stopping just before he hit the windshield, and rolled off.

The brothers were out of the car in an instant, not bothering to close their doors behind themselves. Sam kneeled down as Dean practically jumped over the hood.

"Kid, hey, kid!" Sam looked up as Dean crouched down next to him. "He looks like he's knocked out."

Dean nodded. "Open up the backseat." Carefully, he lifted the kid. It wasn't hard. The dark-haired boy was pretty scrawny. He must've been in a puddle or something because his shirt was damp.

Sam frowned, but opened the door. "What are we going to do?" He asked as Dean carefully laid the kid on the backseat.

Dean shut the door. "Take him to the police or something. They'll be able to help him out."

"Woah." Sam grabbed Dean's arm. "You just died in St. Louis after killing three women and you think that walking into a police station after hitting a teenager is a good idea? No. No way."

Dean pulled away. "Then we'll drop him off at the hospital or something. Calm down, dude." He rubbed his hand on his jeans. Some of the water the kid had landed on had gotten onto his palm and fingers. He glanced at it to make sure he'd gotten all the moisture of and froze. Red and, oddly enough, green glistened in the light of the streetlamp. Frowning, the man rubbed his fingers together. It looked like blood, and something else.

"What is that?" Sam leaned over Dean's hand also. "Is that blood?"

"Yeah." Dean sniffed the liquid and then quickly pulled his hand away. "Ectoplasm, too." He met Sam's eyes. "Looks like there is something here after all."

Both their gazes shifted to the car. "Do you think he's part of it?"

"Gotta be." Dean finished wiping off his fingers on his jeans with a grimace. "Stuff was all over his shirt." He paused and swore. "Now it's all over the backseat."

Sam's eyebrows rose. "Seriously? That's what you're worried about here?" His mouth pressed into a thin line as Dean frowned at him.

"Dude, it's gonna be a pain to get out." He lifted his hands. Sam sighed in annoyance and climbed back into the Impala, shutting the door behind him. Dean shook his head, crossed in front of the headlights, and climbed in himself. He shifted the car into gear. "So, where's a hospital?"