Prologue: After figuring out what was drowning the teenagers in the Mississippi, Dean, Sam and Sammy are now heading for Phoenix, Arizona, where Daine asked them to go while they had been there. Upon arrival to the local hospital, the three hunters are finding people dying- not because they're ill or because of their age, but something mysterious is seizing their lives. Sam believes it's just the way of life- but Dean reckons otherwise and thinks it's something supernatural. What do you guys think? Is Sam or Dean right? You'll just have to read to read on to find out!
Death Coach PT.2
Carli's red, 1967 Ford Mustang Fastback rolled to a stop outside the motel where Sam and Dean were staying in Phoenix, Arizona. Pulling the keys from the ignition, Carli then pulled herself out of her car and closed the door behind her. "Like her? I missed her heaps when I was travelling around with you guys," Carli said to Dean, who approached her as soon as he had parked his Impala.
Dean had followed Carli in his Impala because, as he found out on the way over to the motel, that Carli loved to speed. 'Need for Speed' was probably her motto.
"Hmm..." was the sound that escaped Dean's mouth as he ran a hand along one of the doors.
"Well, she's my pride and joy," she clarified, as Dean stopped by her side at the trunk of her car. "Just like your Impala is your pride and joy," she continued, as she glanced over at the black, '67 Chevy Impala parked next to her car. "But anyway..."
Dean watched as Carli popped the trunk, revealing what was inside. Old newspapers were piled up in one corner of the trunk, a couple of bags, empty bottles and jars lay around here and there, along with a black laptop, and all sorts of maps. And that was when Dean noticed it. At the top of the trunk, which was now in the air, he noticed a small latch, which Carli pulled, causing two metal trays to fall down in front of them. Obviously the trays were attached to the top of the trunk, and no one knew it was there unless you looked hard enough.
"I know," Dean heard Carli say, as she reached up to grab something off the upper tray, which consisted of small weapons, such as pocket knives, handguns, knives, rocksalt, etc. The lower tray consisted of bigger weapons, like swords, shotguns, machetes, axes, swords, etc. "My car's a mess."
Dean scratched the back of his head as he watched as Carli placed a small pocket knife into one of her boots, as well as one into one of her pockets. She then placed a handgun onto her belt, before she grabbed a few things here and there before shoving it into a large, long bag, which had the words 'Country Road' written on the side of it.
"I'm surprised you haven't been caught yet," Dean stated, as Carli pushed the two trays back up into the top of the trunk, before a 'click' was heard. Now it was locked into place.
"I'm careful when it comes to cops," Carli simply replied, before she shut the trunk of her car. She then slipped the straps of her bag over one of her shoulders. "And besides, if I ever plan to get caught by a cop, it might as well be in Kansas."
Dean simply shrugged his shoulders before he headed towards his own car. He didn't know what she was talking about, but he couldn't care less.
Carli stopped by Dean's side as he pulled his duffel bag from his car. "I have a friend who's a cop. He'd never let me get caught because he knows what I have to do."
Dean slung his duffel bag over one of his shoulders. "Why are you even here?" he questioned, getting straight down to the point. he wanted to know the real reason as to why she was here with him, Sammy and Sam.
"Like I said- I'm here until Sammy doesn't need me anymore," Carli clarified.
"Oh yeah I'm sure," Dean said, his voice raising slightly. "You just suddenly show up without Daine when Sammy literally died. How did you know!?"
Carli knew where this was going. "I'm just smart, aren't I?" she asked, giving Dean a smile, "being able to figure things out like that on my own?"
Dean rolled his eyes as he walked away from Carli, before he unlocked and opened the door to the motel room where he and Sam were staying at.
The walls were different shades of dark red, like that of blood. The window panes were white, as were the curtains. The doors were also white, and connected to the room with the two beds was a small kitchenette and a bathroom.
Carli placed her bag onto the small, round table in the middle of the room, before she pulled out her cell phone, which was a blue, Motorola V3x. 'Highway to Hell' by AC/DC was her ringtone, and it stopped as soon as she had pressed a button and placed the phone to her ear.
"Hey," she answered, before the person could actually speak. "How is she?"
"She's okay for the minute," Sam's voice said on the other line, causing Carli to cock a brow and glance over at Dean, who was in the kitchenette.
"For the minute?" Carli repeated, as Dean stopped in his tracks and watched her from behind the sink.
Sam let out a sigh. "She heard it again," he clarified, "and someone else died in the hospital. I don't know how it can be connected. Maybe she's delusional. She's still on the drugs you know."
"I don't know," Carli said, "Daine noticed something. Some sort of pattern. Don't ask me how, but he just did. He strung a few things together. Do you have any names for us?"
"Uhh... I've got Heath Black and Brock McLean. Both died sometime today," Sam said, as Carli pulled out a notepad and a pen, before she began to write the two names down.
"After Sammy heard the horses- and the coach. There's definitely a connection there Sam."
"Carli- how do we know? You couldn't see anything, I couldn't see anything, and we couldn't hear anything. I don't know... maybe she's imagining it all."
"Well, you are her fiancé, and you should be believing her not me," Carli said, before she gave a smile. "Anyway, I've gotta go. I've gotta start some research with your dear old brother."
Both exchanging their goodbyes, Carli then hung up and flipped her phone shut. "Sammy heard it again," she stated, as Dean approached her. "Sam doesn't believe it's anything. He thinks she's delusional."
"Maybe it's some sort of reaper," Dean suggested, before he ran a hand through his hair and looked down at her.
"Maybe..." Carli replied quietly, as she pulled a black laptop from her bag and turned it on. "Something is definitely haunting that hospital and we've gotta put the clues together."
Dean let out a sigh before he fell backwards onto the bed below him. He hated researching- he'd rather be out there doing the field work and not the reading and stuff.
"If it was a reaper..." Carli continued, who sat down at the table in front of her laptop, "wouldn't only those destined to die be the only ones able to see it?"
Dean sat up and looked over at Carli, who appeared to now be immersed in her research. That reminded him a lot of his younger brother Sam. Even when talking to someone, he'd still keep his eyes on the screen. But what she had said about the reaper was entirely true. Only those could see and hear them if they were going to die.
"You don't mind if I play some music? It helps me concentrate," Dean heard Carli say, causing him to snap out of his thoughts.
There was no stopping Carli though, even if Dean had or hadn't said anything. (In this case, he hadn't said anything) Music began to play through the small speaker of Carli's phone, which sat on the table beside her laptop.
Look into my eyes- you will see, Don't tell me, it's not worth tryin' for. Look into your heart- you will find, Don't tell me, it's not worth fightin' for. Oh yeah… There's no love- like your love, (Look into your heart baby…) Oh- you can't tell me, it's not worth tryin' for. You know it's true,
what you mean to me.
Search your heart- search your soul,
and when you find me there, you'll search no more.
You can't tell me, it's not worth dyin' for.
You know it's true,
everything I do- I do it for you…
there's nothin' there to hide.
Take me as I am- take my life.
I would give it all- I would sacrifice.
I can't help it- there's nothin' I want more.
You know it's true,
everything I do- I do it for you…
and no other- could give more love.
There's nowhere- unless you're there,
all the time- all the way, yeah…
I can't help it- there's nothin' I want more.
Yeah- I would fight for you- I'd lie for you,
walk the wire for you- yeah I'd die for you…
everything I do, oh- I do it for you…
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Sammy sat up in her hospital bed, waiting for Sam to come back with something for her to eat. She was absolutely starving, and she despised hospital food with a passion. Deciding not to think about it, she then looked down at the ring on her finger and couldn't help but smile. She felt like the luckiest person in the world. For some odd reason, she felt like she had to say something.
"I sorta feel guilty," she began, as she looked up from her engagement ring and around the room, where no one was around, "that I was the one and you weren't. But I guess- you'll always be watching over him, huh? I feel like I owe you something, and I guess I do. I promise you- I'll always take care or Sam, and keep him in my sight. I know you will too, so I guess that's something... I guess all I can say now is- thank you Jess."
And that was when she heard it again. The sound of horses and wheels from down on the street below. And that was when she saw him- again. A man, looking to be around sixty, now stood in her room, watching her. "That was some speech there, missy," he stated, taking a step forward, "but I've got some bad news for you."
Sammy could sense a strange aura coming from him like she had felt earlier. "What do you want?" she questioned, as the man continued to walk towards her.
"I have simply come to talk to you, and unfortunately, it is not good."
Sammy cocked an eyebrow. He didn't appear to be a threat, and his aura suddenly changed. "What do you need to talk to me about?" she asked.
"My dear, as you can see, I'm the one who owns the coach and horses down below. I am also the one who took the lives of those two men here in the hospital today," the man explained as he sat down in the chair beside Sammy's bed, "and that is why I'm here to talk to you. I am somewhat of a reaper, and I can take lives from people. From those who don't want to die a sufferable death."
"How come I'm the only who can see and hear you?" Sammy questioned, before she put two and two together. "I'm gonna die a sufferable death?"
"My dear, I am only here to ask you something, not tell you something of the future- but yes, you are going to die, I am sorry to say. I come to those who are about to die and ask them whether they wanna go through all the suffering of what they're going to die from. That's why everyone believed Heath died healthy- he was actually developing cancer, and didn't want to go through all the suffering with his family. He chose that fate- to die before the suffering."
"But how do you know they're actually gonna die? That guy could've survived the cancer..."
The man shook his head in reply, before he continued. "My dear, I can see the future, and that is why I have come. But as far as I can see, you haven't made up your mind yet..."
"Sammy," a masculine voice said, causing Sammy to look up. Sam was now standing in the doorway, with food in his hands. "I was talking to your doctor before."
Sammy glanced over at the chair beside her bed, and found that the strange man had disappeared. She then watched as Sam sat down in the same seat. "He said you're going to need a kidney transplant, and if they can't find one in time, then you can-"
"I know," Sammy answered, causing Sam to look at her oddly. "How much longer until I-"
"Three days. But I promise you- they'll find a donor- I know they will. You'll get through this," Sam said, before he placed his hand over Sammy's.
Sammy gave Sam a weak smile, before she began to feel light-headed. She then heard Sam calling for help before her world went entirely black...
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Carli flipped her phone shut and looked up at Dean, who sat on the other side of the room. "That was Sam. Sammy's been put into another coma. They're desperately trying to find her a donor," she explained, before she got to her feet.
"What are you doing?" Dean questioned, his voice in a serious tone, as Carli began to hastily place things into her bag.
"I'm gonna see Sammy. She needs me, and so does Sam," she clarified, before she slung her bag over her shoulder.
As Carli headed for the door, she felt a strong hand grab hold of her wrist, causing her to look up and over her shoulder. "Dean- what-?" They were the only two words that escaped her mouth as Dean pulled her away from the door.
"We're needed here, not over at the hospital," he explained, as the two now stood in between the two single beds. "Something could be killing Sammy for all we know."
Carli crossed her arms over her chest. She was not amused. "Okay, so if something was killing Sammy, why can't we see it or hear it? Explain that Hotshot."
"Reapers can only be seen by those it is going to kill, which explains why Sammy could only hear and see the coach," Dan explained, before he ran a hand through his hair and over his face. He knew what it was like to get attacked by a reaper- it had happened to him once before.
"So what- it's some sort of reaper coach? That kills innocent people for no reason?" Carli asked, who was becoming annoyed. She then let out a sigh before she placed a hand to her forehead. She really couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"But reapers can exchange lives for another. Did sick people suddenly become healthy in the hospital?"
"I know as much as you do, Dean," Carli answered, as she sat back down in front of her laptop. It sounded odd when Dean's name had left her mouth. She hardly ever used his name, for whatever the reason.
Dean sat down at the table beside Carli, where he then pulled a small pocket knife from one of his pockets, and began to spin it on its point on the table.
"So what do I search? Reaper Coach?" Carli asked, as she glanced over at Dean. "Have you even checked your dad's journal?"
"It's got nothing," Dean replied, his voice hinting no emotion. He then looked at Carli as she cursed under her breath. Obviously she had searched for Reaper Coach and nothing had shown up. "Maybe you should search for something else," he suggested, as he placed the knife onto the table before rising to his feet. He then stopped behind Carli, and placed a hand around her, so then he could use the mouse on her laptop. "Try Death Coach."
Carli cocked an eyebrow, but she did as she was told. "Death Coach?" she asked, as a few links appeared on the screen. She then looked up at Dean, before she looked back at the laptop screen. She then clicked on one of the links, where it pulled up a website containing information about a Death Coach. "I've never heard of it before."
"Me either," Dean replied, "but it fits the description perfectly."
"So how do we destroy it if we can't see it?" Carli asked, before she quickly read over what was written on the screen. "It says absolutely nothing."
"Sweetheart, I wouldn't have a clue," Dean stated, causing Carli to look up at him and a small smirk crossed her lips.
"Sweetheart?" she repeated, as she shutdown her laptop and got to her feet, her eyes set firmly on Dean. "No one gave you permission to call me that. You can either stop now or I swear I'll break your nose."
"I'm shaking in my boots," Dean replied, giving Carli a smirk as she let a punch fly, but Dean easily caught her fist. "I say we go and find Sam and tell him what's going on. I'm sure he'd love to know."
Carli pulled her hand free from Dean's grasp before she shoved her belongings into her bag, and then slinging it over one of her shoulders. "Let's go then," she said, annoyed. Why did Dean always have to prove her wrong? She then shoved Dean's duffel bag against his chest, before she disappeared out the door.
Dean couldn't help but smirk as he picked his pocket knife off the table, before he slung his duffel bag over his shoulder, and he also disappeared out the door, before he locked it behind him.
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Sam stood on the first floor of the hospital, with a hand over his mouth. He stood a few metres away from the reception desk as if he was waiting for someone, and that person had just arrived.
Carli ran into the hospital, with the two glass doors swinging on their hinges behind her. "We figured it out," she said, as she tried to catch her breath. "What Sammy was seeing and hearing- it was real. It wasn't her imagination. We believe some sort of reaper is here to take her away."
That was definitely not what Sam wanted to hear right now. Not a single word could leave his mouth- he was absolutely speechless. That was explained what she was seeing and hearing.
"But it's only if you accept what it says. Maybe she didn't, maybe she did- who knows. Have they found a donor yet?"
Sam fell back onto the bench behind him, before he placed his head in his hands. "Not yet. The doctors have been searching for one ever since she entered the coma," he explained, before he looked up at Carli. You could tell that he was about to cry. His eyes were very glassy and they were full of concern. Not a great sight to see. It made a knot tie harder in Carli's stomach. She hated seeing Sam so torn up like that.
Carli glanced over her shoulder as Dean approached her and Sam. "No one has her blood type?" he asked, causing Sam to nod his head.
And that was when they saw it. The plastic cup of coffee that belonged to the receptionist fly off the counter and hit the floor, spilling coffee everywhere. It hadn't been the receptionist knock the cup off, because she wasn't there, and Sam, Dean or Carli couldn't have done it, because they were nowhere near it. What could've possibly done it?
Well, I guess Dean and Carli's research has finally paid off. And yes, Sammy is getting attacked by some sort of reaper. Oh- the song Carli was listening to while she was researching with Dean was: '(Everything I Do) I Do it For You' by the magnificent Bryan Adams. God I love that guy and is music. About Carli's car- if you'd like to see a picture of it, simply type it's name into google and hopefully a picture will come up for you. It did for me, so it should work. Oh, and before I forget, both Heath Black and Brock McLean are Aussie Rules players. Heath Black plays for the Fremantle Dockers and Brock McLean plays for the Melbourne Demons. But anyway, please R&R if you haven't done so already!