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So, yeah... I do not, nor will I ever own Supernatural or any of its characters. I mean, I wish I did sometimes, so I could just make it so seasons 6 and 7 didn't happen, but...oh, well. Curse you, Sarah Gamble!

Chapter 3

Jericho, California

Centennial Highway

November 1, 2005

The night was dark as Troy sped down the highway in his not-so-new VW Jetta. The speedometer read 77 mph, which was at least 15 miles over the speed limit. Troy didn't care, though. In fact, he wasn't even paying attention to the road, because he was on the phone with his girlfriend of two months, Amy as one of Troy's favorite songs, Speaking In Tongues by The Eagles of Death Metal played in the background. The pair had been friends since they were kids. That wasn't too uncommon in Jericho, though, a town in which everyone knew everyone. Halfway through their senior year, Troy had finally begun to realize that his feelings for Amy had extended to more than just friendship when they'd gone to a party together. It'd taken Troy a couple of months to ask her out, but when he did, Amy happily said yes. The duo, as a couple, had been quite happy together up until that point. Little did the happy couple know that their relationship would be tragically cut-short later that night.

"Amy, I can't come over tonight," Troy said, smiling widely at the sound of his girlfriend's voice as she responded. "Because I've got to work in the morning, that's why… Yeah, okay, I miss it and my dad's gonna have my ass…" he replied, his smile fading, as he began to feel a prick of annoyance in the back of his mind. He was about to retort, but before he could, something on the side of the road, about a hundred yards in front of him, caught his eye. This white object took Troy's full attention away from his upset girlfriend, her voice becoming little more than background noise him as he stared at the white shape.. As his car neared whatever it was he was staring at, he saw that white shape was a woman in a white dress, and she seemed to be twirling around in some sort of dance. She was older than Troy, probably in her mid-to-late-twenties, and she was hot. Troy looked away from the dancing woman for a brief moment and didn't notice as the woman's form flickered and disappeared for a split second before coming back into view.

"Hey, ah, Amy, let me call you back?" Troy said quickly, cutting Amy off, before absent-mindedly hanging up. His gaze returned to the woman, who had stopped dancing and appeared to be staring right at him. In the back of his mind, he knew something didn't seem right about the situation, but a bigger part of him knew he had to help her.

When he was within fifty feet of the woman's form and began to apply his foot to the break, the song playing on the radio began flicker. Annoyed, he reached down to turn it off, but after a few failed attempts, he gave up. He pulled up next to the woman, and stopped the car. The woman's white dress was tattered and torn in several places, but Troy assumed she'd just come from a Halloween party and thought nothing of it.

He lowered the window and leaned across the shotgun seat. "Car trouble?" he asked.

There was a long pause as the woman studied him. "Take me home?" she finally asked. Her voice was soft and sad, as if she'd just lost someone important to her.

Without a second thought, Troy opened the passenger door. "Sure, get in," he said, not sparing a thought to how Amy would feel about him picking up an attractive stranger on the side of the road. The woman, he noticed as his gaze shifted down, was barefoot. Troy found this odd, but seemed to think better of saying anything, just in case the question would upset her in any way. The woman took the offer right away and swiftly climbed into the passenger seat, and slammed the car door shut. "So, where do you live?" he asked.

"At the end of Breckenridge Road," she replied in a soft voice that made chills run up Troy's spine. The woman was so attractive though, that he ignored the bad feeling he had. She had long, wavy black hair that ran past her shoulders, empty brown eyes, amazing hips and legs, and darkish skin.

Troy nodded in understanding. "You coming from a Halloween party or something?" he asked, trying to make conversation until he noticed how very low cut the woman's dress was. He found himself staring, and looked away, laughing nervously, not wanting to appear as rude or creepy. "You know, a girl like you really shouldn't be alone out here.

The woman looked at him with a mournful, yet seductive look on her face, and slowly, sensually, she pulled her skirt up over her thigh, revealing to Troy, her perfect, tan legs. Troy's breath caught in his throat. He wanted nothing more than to caress those wonderful thighs. "I'm with you," she said. Her words knocked Troy from his stupor. He looked away. What was he doing? He was with Amy, the girl he loved. He couldn't betray her with some slut he found on the side of the road. At that moment, he promised himself that he would be strong and try to remain faithful. However, when the woman took Troy's chin and turned his face towards her, he completely forgot about Amy. "Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked innocently, leaning her chest closer to him.

Troy nodded, his gaze stuck on the woman's large, round breasts. "Uh…huh," he stuttered, eyes lit with desire. The urge Troy had to reach over and squeeze those wonderful breasts was almost overpowering. He wanted to have her, he needed to have her.

"Will you come home with me?" the woman asked sensually.

Troy didn't even have to think about the answer. "Um. Hell yeah!" he replied excitedly, before he put the car into drive and continued down the highway, towards Breckenridge Road. As he sped down the road, his speedometer read 85 mph, but Troy didn't notice, he was too shocked at the situation to be aware of such unimportant details. Troy couldn't believe his luck. He was about to score with one of the hottest chicks he'd ever seen. He was so wrapped up in that thought that he didn't even notice the woman's form flicker in the passenger's seat. He didn't notice the triumphant grin on the woman's face…none of those details, like Amy, or the suspicious behavior of the woman, mattered to Troy in that moment because he was gonna get laid…

The Woman's Home

Troy's VW Jetta pulled up to an old, abandoned house at the end of the road. The house's windows had been broken in and some boarded up, the screen door in the middle of the front porch had been smashed through, and the roof looked about ready to collapse in on itself; the house had easily been abandoned for over twenty years. The woman stared at the house sadly, as if she was thinking of happier times.

Troy was confused. There was no way she could live there. Hell, it looked like the house had been empty for decades. He allowed himself a nervous chuckle. "Come on. You don't live here," he said, smirking at what he assumed to be the woman's idea of a joke.

"I can never go home," the woman said mournfully, surprising Troy beyond all reason. He imagined she'd laugh at him and say "gotcha", but she never did.

"What're you talking about? Nobody even lives here. Where do you live?" he asked, the joking tone draining from his voice. When she didn't respond, Troy turned to her, but to his surprise, she wasn't there. He turned around and checked the back seat. It was empty as well. He scrambled to unbuckle his seat belt, opened the door, and got out of the car. Uneasiness was settling in. Where the hell did she go, he thought. "That's good. Joke's over, okay? You want me to leave?"

Troy looked around the abandoned property: he doesn't see or hear a single sign of life except a couple of chirping crickets in the dead grass to his right. Sighing in frustration, he turned toward the house and walked toward the porch. "Hello?" he called. He could feel his fear threatening to overtake the rational part of his mind as he stopped near the screen door. There was a large hole in the front, like someone had forced through it. Inside, all he could see an old, worn out couch. The rest was shadowed in darkness. When Troy got closer and peered inside, a large black bird seemingly appeared out of nowhere and flew right at his face, instilling an indescribable terror within him. He stumbled back and fell onto the porch before scrambling to his feet, letting out a terrified yell, and bolting to his car. He hurriedly got inside and drove off before even putting on his seatbelt.

Centennial Highway

The speedometer on the dashboard read 90 mph, but as usual, Troy wasn't focusing on his driving. He looked behind him, briefly, to see if the woman had followed him. When he saw nothing, Troy breathed a sigh of relief. Never again, he thought to himself. Sighing again, he checked his rearview mirror to try to get a sense of what was going on around him, and to his horror, in the backseat, he saw the woman. Troy yelled again and in his distracted state, he drove straight through a 'Bridge Closed' sign. The VW Jetta came to a complete stop in the middle of the bridge. Troy's blood-curdling screams echoed throughout the area, until being silenced as his blood splattered all over the Jetta's windows.

Hey, guys, thanks for reading. I had a lot of fun writing this one. Please Review. I really like to hear you guys's feedback, so yeah...and I'll try to get working on that other Supernatural story I'm writing. Hopefully I'll have it updated within a few days.