This was originally an English assignment that half way through I decided sounded a lot like Supernatural, so once I finished I re-edited and added more stuff in for a more Supernatural-type piece. I also added all the edits made by my English teacher after I got the assignment back, so this is top-notch editing from the best English teacher in the world (3 Mrs. Reynolds).

Since, as I said, this wasn't originally a FanFic this is just a one-shot for now, but if I get some good responses more will probably come :) so please R & R! This is my first FanFic so please be nice!

If you hadn't guessed, this means inner thoughts.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural, or anything related to it. Mr. Miller is my own OC

The Hitchhiker

Cruising down Creek Way on his way home from work, Mr. Miller relaxed into his seat. A cool breeze blew through the open window and the fading light rested on falling leaves dancing past his car. It hadn't been a bad day, just full of meetings and stuffy old men, but it was finally the weekend and the scenic route home was the perfect way to celebrate.

Shifting in his seat, Mr. Miller loosened his tie as he frowned at the pinch of the tight fabric of his rented suit. The young office worker was relieved that this week of formalities was over and he could finally rest. Sighing, he lifted his hand to ruffle his hair, tossing it in even more directions as he glanced to the road ahead. Man, this sure is nice.

A little ways up, he could see just someone standing at the edge of the road. He eased the gas as he approached the hitchhiker, coming to a stop right next to her.

"Need a ride?" he called. "I can take you as far as Kingsley*." Mr. Miller frowned, wondering at her appearance. Her tossed mocha hair, ripped clothes, and shifty eyes seemed strange. Not really what you'd expect from a hitchhiker. He decided it was probably just a night out partying. After all, it was Friday.

"I- I just need to get home." she stuttered. " My mom's waiting." Her eyes darted as he opened the passenger door and she climbed in his car. Just as the hitchhiker moved, her form seemed to almost...flicker. Mr. Miller blinked, surprised, and the hitchhiker glanced at him in concern. Sighing, he rubbed his heavy eyes and thought longingly of his bed and the sleep that waited for him.

He restarted his car and continued down the road. The faint shapes of buildings rose in the distance as he approached the small haven of Kingsley. The hitchhiker shifted and Mr. Miller spared a glance at her. His hand suddenly jerked the steering wheel in shock and send his car across the yellow line. Slowly, he turned back to his companion. Only a second ago her face had been gaunt, her eyes sunken, and lines of tears pouring down her face. Disturbed, Mr. Miller turned to face front just in time to stop for the first stoplight of Kingsley.

"Holy shit!" he swore to himself, slamming on the breaks as the hitchhiker pointed right and mumbled her address indistinctly.

Mr. Miller cautiously turned down Elm street and pulled into the driveway of number 13**. He climbed out of the car and marched swiftly towards the front door, hurrying to get rid of his companion. As he knocked, he realized his driving companion hadn't left the car with him. Confused, he started to call out, only was interrupted by the front door opening and was greeted by an old Asian woman*** at least a foot shorter than himself. The unfortunate office worker blanched at her scowling face and glanced behind her, where two young men in crisp suits stood looking very official. And annoyed. And in one case very, very tall. Oops, he thought. This looks like bad timing.

"Ah, excuse me but I believe I picked up your daughter hitchhiking home," he stuttered out. "At least, she told me this was her address. Only she won't get out of my car..."

Mr. Miller had barely blinked before a very small hand flew forward to send him flying. He looked up to find the same woman staring at him with a look of such contempt that even the Devil himself would cower in fear.****

"How dare you?"she spat. "My daughter died 16 years ago in a car accident on Creek Way, everyone knows that. Get out, before I call the cops." She glanced back at the two men behind her. "Really, what is with you people?"

She slammed the door, leaving a shocked Mr. Miller to make his way to his car, now mysteriously empty. He raced home, not wanting to spend any more time in the vehicle that seemed to be the source of so many problems that evening. As he approached his own house, he couldn't help but glance in the rear-view mirror one last time. Boring into him were those same sunken, tear filled eyes. Mr. Miller blinked, but the terrible orbs never left him. He turned away in panic, only to find a tree approaching fast as a bullet, and just as deadly. He pulled back, screaming, to see the hitchhiker sitting right next to him.

That was the last thing he ever saw.

* Yes, I was thinking of Harry Potter when I wrote this. Kingsley is one of my favorite characters since he's a cool guy with a cool name.

**I know, I know, cheesy cheese cheese, but I couldn't help myself.

***This was originally "an aging woman" but when I read this story out loud to my roommate to hear her thoughts on it, she thought I said Asian so I changed it just for her. Thanks Caroline! I hope I did't offend anyone.

**** "sigh" I wanted this to be " Agent Smith himself would cower in fear, but nobody got the reference. I guess us Matrix fans are all alone :(

I hope you enjoyed! Please rate and review, it means a lot to a lonely boarding student.