Author's Note:
Alright, so a lot has happened in my life so far that has been the reason that I haven't updated for so long! I'm off in college! Moved out! Yay!! Too much studying though T.T So, sorry that this chapter is super short, but it's just to show ya that I'm still here and this story isn't quite finished yet! That last fight just wasn't epic enough!
"Here ya go." Sam said, holding the wrapped burger out to Dean and waited patiently for him to find the burger and take it.
"Double cheese?"
"Yep."
"Bacon?"
"Yep."
"Extra onions?"
Sam snorted. "Not."
"What?!"
"I am not riding in the car with you and your extra onions! We're not going through this again!"
"Oh, don't even talk." Countered Dean. "Do you remember that time last year after the chili fest?"
Sam groaned, pulling out his burger. "Dean, don't remind me...I think I'm finally able to at least look at chili again..."
"You're the one who wouldn't stop gassing up the car!"
"And you're the one who hurled projectile material all over the car!"
"Well, if you didn't nearly suffocate me with your butt burps, there wouldn't have been a problem."
Sam sighed. "Just eat..."
"...it won't be the same.." He muttered, giving his best sad pout. "No onions..." Sam rolled his eyes.
"There ARE onions...just not extra ones."
"Whatever."
"So where are we headed anyway?" Dean asked, after hours of sitting in the car. They've been casually chatting for sometime but the next destination had yet to come up.
"Heading back to Bobby's. He's still looking for a way to get your sight back."
"...and if he can't?"
"Oh no," Sam said quickly. "Don't you start that again."
"Start what?"
"Your sulking."
"I'm not! I'm just pointing out the very possible reality here!"
Sam sighed. "Well, just because the supernatural can't help, doesn't mean we're out of possibilities. There is a whole other world of medical care out there."
"You mean surgery?"
"Exactly."
"Sam, the doctor would have mentioned surgery if it was possible."
"So what, you're just going to give up?"
Dean sighed and didn't answer. Sam frowned, glancing at the older hunter.
"Dean, you promised me..."
"Yea, yea." It was quiet for a little while till Dean broke the silence.
"I'm hungry." Sam frowned, looking over at Dean.
"We just ate 3 hours ago."
"Yes...but I didn't get my extra onions..."
"Oh god..." Sam groaned and Dean grinned.
"C'mon, pull over somewhere and let's get some food."
"Fine fine."
Dean sat there, waiting for Sam to return from the bathroom. This is rediculous... He thought to himself. He's been in there for like half an hour now, maybe even more; if I could see. Dean shifted in his seat uncomfortably. There was that awful feeling in his stomach again.
He was worried.
A half hour turned into an hour. Dean was just about to jump to his feet when he heard someone slide into the seat across the table from him.
"God, Sammy," Dean said with a sigh. "Got a bladder infection or something?"
"...Dean." Came a female voice. Dean froze, a very familiar female voice.
"...Denielle." He growled angrily. Damn, he had burned the bitch!
"No." She said. "It's Traci! That bitch is gone!" Dean paused. Could he trust her this time? But he remembered that she had switched bodies.
"...how do I know you're telling the truth?..."
"Well, you're just going to have to hope, cause I'm your only choice of getting your brother back." She said to him with a hard and rushed tone.
"Sam? Where is he?"
"The bitches got him."
"What?! They're dead!"
"Exactly!"
"..what?"
"Dean! They're ghosts! They've been dead for centuries!"