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Here is Chapter 2. Enjoy and please review
Chapter 2
Bridget's POV
For two days I sat holed in my apartment and only managed to open the boxes the food was in and set up my computer. I ignored the police when they knocked on my door and I tried my hardest to ignore the screams of the other two people the spirit killed.
On the evening of third day I sat at my computer staring at the screen. There were two phone numbers there, one of which I recognized. That same number was one that I would never bring myself to call, no matter how much I wanted to hear his voice on the other end. The other number belonged to his brother. I debated making the call and finally heaved a sigh before dialing the second number on my blackberry.
"Hello?" an unfamiliar voice answered.
"Sam Winchester?" I asked.
"Yeah," he replied warily. "Who is this?"
I took a deep breath, "My name is Bridget O'Leary. I know your brother. I... um... I need some help."
"Hang on," he said. His next words were muffled as if he had covered the mouthpiece of the phone as he spoke to someone else. I managed to make out my name, he was probably asking Dean who I was.
The next voice I heard didn't belong to Sam. "Bridget?" Dean had obviously taken the phone from him. I had forgotten how my insides turned to jell-o when he said my name.
I clenched my teeth and forced those thoughts to the back of my mind. "Put Sam back on."
He ignored my request and kept talking, "What happened? Are you alright."
"I'm just peachy," I growled. "Give the phone back to Sam."
Dean's POV
I sighed and did as she asked knowing that there was no way she was going to talk to me. Not after the way I had left. I sank onto my bed in the latest of cheap motel rooms and watched Sam pace as he listened to what Bridget had to say.
"You're sure it's a spirit?" he asked. "Alright tell me where you are and we'll be there as soon as we can."
"Well?" I demanded once he hung up.
"She's in Alpharetta, Georgia," he said.
I got to my feet, "Let's go. It'll take us about fourteen hours to get there. You can tell me what's going on while we drive."
Once we were on the road Sam started talking, "She says there's a spirit in her apartment building but she didn't give me too many details. Only that three people were dead."
"And she's still staying there?" I demanded. "She doesn't know anything about getting rid of a spirit."
"Well apparently she knows enough to put salt lines at the door to keep it out. What did you do to her Dean?"
I glanced at him briefly before turning my eyes back to the road, "What makes you think I did anything to her?"
"Well I don't know Dean. Maybe the fact that she called me instead of you and I don't even know her."
I glowered at him, "I don't want to talk about it." I turned up the radio and we didn't speak for a long while. Sam eventually fell asleep and I was left alone with my thoughts. After six months I still missed Bridget, missed her more than I'd ever missed anyone before. Except maybe when Sam had gone to Stanford. I woke Sam around three in the morning we switched places. Faithfully by Journey was playing on the radio and it didn't take long before I drifted off to sleep.
Author's Note: Ok so the first two chapters were really short but the next one is a bit longer.