Dad, Sam, and I sat at the empty bar counter, the roadhouse was beginning to clear out, and the loud noise of the hunters was subsiding. Sam looked at me, and then he asked "So, what was it? Shape shifter? Wendigo?"
"No, werewolf; and a big ass one if you ask me," I grabbed my drink and took a big swig out of it.
Dad whipped his head around from the hunter he was casually chatting with, and he stared at me intently. "Did it scratch you, bite you, or touch you?" Dad asked in a slight panic.
"No," I said casually, "I shot down before it could even get close to me." Dad was always overly protective of me, especially when I go on a hunt. He always asks me if the monster touched me or scratched me, and the answer is always no, but Dad tells me he doesn't want to lose me like we did with Sammi and Mom.
"Good!" Dad said in relief, and then he went back to talking with the hunter.
Sam looked at me in confusion, and then he quietly asked "Have you told him yet?" Sam knew my secret from the beginning; I saw visions of people dying and got horrible headaches—just like he did before everything shifted to the dark side. He starred into my green eyes, Sam had this way of looking at people just to get information out of them, and he was very good at it.
"No," I said blankly, "you guys have been gone so long that I haven't had the time between jobs." Sam looked back at Dad to see if he had heard, he didn't, and Sam went back to looking at me.
"You need to tell him, if you don't I will," Sam said plainly, his green eyes were identical to mine, and they were full of disappointment.
"Fine," I said, "I'll tell him when this place clears out."
Hours went by until Ellen shouted at the customers to and I quote "Get out of my fuckin' bar!" The hunters stared at her and shock, some quickly ran out the door, and some slowly backed away in terror. For as small as Ellen in she can be scary.
The bar cleared out quickly, and soon only Dad, Sam, Ellen, and I were the only ones in the entire building. "Well, Ellen, I think we'll get out of your hair for now," Sam said.
Dad took one last gulp of his beer, and said slightly drunk "Charlotte, you're driving." We all put our jackets on, and I took the keys to my 1967 Chevy Impala out of my pocket and twirled them around my finger.
"By guys," Ellen yelled from the back of the bar, and all three of us began to walk across the dimly lit, wooden floor. I twirled the keys around my finger, and all three if us walked to the wooden, double doors; Sam held the doors open for us, and we walked out of the warm roadhouse and into the cold, dark outside world.
A large forest stood dormant across the empty highway, it was quieter than a graveyard out there, and it gave me the chills. Something wasn't right out here; it felt wrong. The air was heavy, and the tension felt thicker than pea soup—as if I could cut it with a knife.
I gazed at the bright full moon, it was massive, stars clustered in the sky; they twinkled brightly.
A warm hand was placed on my shoulder, it broke my gaze from the large sky, and I looked down at my right shoulder to see my dad's hand on my shoulder. He smiled kindly and said "Come on, I'm fucking tired."
I smiled and we all walked to my car; the crunch of the gravel under our feet sounded like sonic booms in the quiet parking lot. Something was not right. Quickly, I unlocked the car's doors and slid in the front seat, but I noticed that Dean and Dad sat in the back; usually one sat in the front with me.
The car roared to life as I put the keys in, the headlight cast their bright beam on the side of the wooden roadhouse, slowly I backed out of the parking lot and out onto the highway. Not a soul was on the highway but us, no headlights we seen for miles, and the car was filled with an awkward silence. I could feel Sam's eyes burying there was into my mind, I had to tell.
"I need to tell you something," I stated.
"What, you're pregnant?" Dad asked jokingly.
"No, god no," I said in disapproval, "Sam's known for a while about this, maybe before I knew about it." I pulled up to an intersection, and the light was green; I could see two pairs of headlights growing larger and larger by the second. "I've been having visions like Sam had been having, you know, before his psychic thing went to the max." I tried to calmly explain everything, but when I peered into the mirror Dad had his oh shit face on that was mixed with his disapproval face.
I punched the gas and I zoomed forward at the very worst time—two semis raced down the road at full speed, the drivers seemed to be unaware at the speed that they were going at, and my car full of people who I had loved were in the smack dab center of where they were going to collide. And then I heard the worst sound I could possibly hear—the sound of metal being crushed.
Then, I saw the head of the semi inches in front of my face, and finally I felt the cold metal collide with my skin. A white hot pain was inflicted throughout my body, and my entire world seemed to be going black.
I have no idea how my car had escaped, but quickly the car started sip out of control. We skidded across the intersection and finally crashed into a grassy field. Blood poured from my body, it was hard to pin point where, but I could feel the warm liquid form a large puddle around me and it soaked my body. My vision went black seconds later.
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