The thing is Sam, I do get it. - 2
Disclaimer- Brooke, in any way shape or form or I own anything from supernatural, but I'd like to buy the Impala from you.
A/N- I want to thank my willing partner in this Brookey Babe, she has given me some great ideas for this and for her continued support.
" Yo Dean?" Sam yelled from across his spot on the bed, in front of the laptop.
"Yeah?" came the muffled reply from the bathroom.
"C'mere, I think I found a new gig".
Dean came out, toothbrush in hand and sat down on the bed next to Sam.
" The Punderson Manor, Ohio. Guests and night auditors have witnessed strange laughter and cold spots. A night auditor also claims she saw a female apparition 'wearing an old fashioned bluish- Grey cape and bonnet, plus a floor length dress'. The woman in the Civil war era clothing then floated up the stairs and left behind ice-cold air."
"That sounds good enough for me, lets get packed up and go."
"The last person to see the apparition was Lucy Dunner. The ghost cornered her; she fell from a second story balcony. She is in the hospital."
Dean nodded and walked out to the car, Sam followed soon after.
"So." Sam started uneasily " that Bree girl." He waited for Dean's reaction, but it never came, talk about a poker face. "Was she nice?"
"Sam…" dean warned.
"What? You asked about Jessica. I want to know about Bree."
Dean sighed" She was." His voice trailed off. He chuckled dryly. ": She was a redhead. Attitude to match. She was probably the only woman that could kick my ass."
Sam smiled slightly" Where did you guys meet?"
"Right after you…" Dean swallowed hard. "After you left for Stanford. I was in Ohio. Investigating some spirit haunting the community collage where she was studying. She uh". Dean smiled at the memory." she dropped her books in front of the impala. She got frustrated and started kicking the rims. The dents are still there." Dean laughed.
Sam scoffed "You threaten to kill me if I ever did anything to the Impala. And you go and Date the chick that practically assaulted it!"
"You are not that not Sammy". Sam shook his head as the car came to a stop at the hospital parking lot.
"Bree, you will never guess what I saw this afternoon!" Her friend Jamie yelled at her from the living room.
"What 's that?" she called back from the kitchen.
"I saw an Impala driving into town. Late 60 are model, black, loud and…" He was interrupted by glass smashing in the kitchen. He got up and ran to where Bree was standing. Blood on the floor and on her hands were the first things when he got through the open door.
"What happened?" he asked her.
She shook her head " No big deal, I just dropped a few glasses in the sink when I was washing them." She didn't know why she had dropped the glasses when she heard about the Impala. It sounded so familiar, yet so foreign. Like a memory from a dream, still hazy around the edges.
Jamie sighed; she had always been clumsy. "Come on, let's take you to the hospital, these cuts look pretty deep."
She nodded as Jamie wrapped a tea towel around each of her hands.
Bree hadn't been in the hospital since she was hit by a speeding van… At least, that's what she was told. She'd lost 5 months for her life. She had been in a coma for 2 of those months and when she woke up. She couldn't remember anything before those 5 months. The nurses had said a man was by her side every day and almost all throughout the night. Bree had no idea that would do that. The nurses didn't tell her anything more. Just that he said they were dating. The man never came back. She did want to find out who he was and why he left. But she couldn't find any trace of him. Though she did find a mans shirt at her house in her bedroom a few days after she had left the hospital. She kept it folded on the pillow next to her. The scent it left was oddly comforting. Like nothing could hurt her, even though it was just a shirt.
The nurses asked the routine question; "How did you do it?"
"Dropped a few glasses when I was washing them." After hearing about an Impala…Why do I remember an Impala? A single tear fell from her cheek.
"Sorry, love " The nurse apologized," It may hurt a little." She added while sewing the stitches in Bree's hand.
Bree, nodded You have no idea
Dean and Sam walked into the hospital. They went to the front desk, where they found out Lucy was getting stitches. As they were walking to the room Dean spoke up, " You know Sam after we speak to this girl, I was thinking, that we should go check out the bar across the street from the motel…" he was cut off as a red -haired girl bumped into to him. He steadied her and looked down to see her face. Dean's eyes widened in shock. God, she looked like Bree. She quickly apologized and left. Dean shook his head to clear his clouded mind. It couldn't have been Bree. Bree's dead She's been dead for…"
"Dean?" Sam clicked his fingers in front of Dean's face, stopping the thoughts that were running through his mind.
"Huh?" Dean looked at Sam, who was leaning on the door Lucy was behind. Waiting for him to go in.
" You coming in?"
"Yeah, Yeah, I'm coming."
As she and Jamie were walking out after getting her stitched up, she walked into a guy. He reached out and grabbed her arms to stop her from losing her balance. He looked down at her; she came face to face with hazel eyes. So familiar in their color and shape. Like she'd gazed into them a million times before. She watched as his pupils dilated and his eyes widen. She quickly dropped her gaze and walked away as fast as she could. She heard him mutter her name. She looked over her shoulder to him still looking at her. She'd never seen him before. Yet she could've sworn she'd seen him somewhere.
Okay hit that bad little purple buttons please… because like it or not there is more a coming.