Hannah bopped along to whatever classic rock song that Dean had going. She was waiting for him to get out of the gas station with the candy bar she had requested. Another one of Dean's birthdays past without Sam calling from Stanford. She had yelled at him last year, but this year, well, this year, if he didn't want to call, that was his business. She sighed, wondered when she was going to go deaf, realized that Dean wasn't in the car to smack her hand away from the dial, so she turned down the deafening song to a dull roar. Somewhere in her musings, she realized that Dean's music was never soft, even when the volume was down, it was either pulsing or loud. She preferred loud. Pulsing made her teeth chatter long after the song was over and that was never fun. She saw Dean come out of the station and he was in the car before she remembered to turn the music back up.
"Here." He said and handed her the candy. "You don't normally like candy." He said and turned the radio back up.
"Just craving sugar I guess." She yelled over the radio.
"You messed with my radio." He said playfully.
"No I didn't." she yelled back with a smile and a roll of her eyes. They went back onto the road they were taking to get to this no name little town in Wyoming when the radio fuzzed.
Dean rolled his eyes to hers. "Hannah. Don't mess with the radio."
"I didn't." she answered.
"Yeah, just like yesterday I didn't hear Justin Timberlake coming out of these speakers." He said and adjusted the dial and the same hard rock blared out of the speakers. He rubbed the Impala's dash. "It's okay baby, I know it was a traumatic thing. She won't ever do it again." Hannah couldn't keep the grin off of her face. She turned back to the window, and the dial went again.
"Hannah." He said warningly.
"I didn't." He sighed again, this time more annoyed and he turned the station back. The station turned to static and when it did she saw something.
"Ghost." She said.
"Come on Hannah. Can't blame everything on a ghost or whatever. Quit changing the station."
"Ghost!" she repeated.
"Hannah." He warned.
"Ghost!" she said again and grabbed his arm and pointed in the rearview mirror. And sure enough there was a ghost.
"Holy shit!" he exclaimed and stopped the car, looked at his sister and sighed.