Chapter 1
"It doesn't matter what you are, it only matters what you do. It's your choice." -Sam Winchester
Dean's POV
Sam and I drove in my 1967 Chevrolet Impala, the same car that my dad passed down to me, I called it 'Baby'. This car is honestly one of the most important things that I have, the car, my brother, Dad's Journal, and my leather jacket. Those are the important things in my life.
"So, do you have a case?" I asked Sam. We had just finished a case in Connecticut.
"Yeah I do, so right around Greensboro North Carolina in Jamestown NC, there is a stretch of road, where maybe a dozen people go missing every year. No one has connected them, because they are all men, and they all seemed to have walked off, and left their cars behind. The cars never make it past a certain bridge, called Lydia's Bridge. There is a legend that a phantom hitchhiker will ask for a ride then disappear before arriving at her destination. The last person to go missing was Richard McCleary, who's wife died 12 years ago, and he had a 14 year old daughter named Samantha McCleary. Samantha, was a straight A student, until 2 months ago, when her dad pulled her out of school to go "hunting". I checked with some hunter contacts, Richard was trying to teach his daughter how to be one of us. Kinda sounds like that job that we worked before Jessica died, remember?" Sam told me.
"Okay, so we have our next job," I comment. We had about a 9 hour drive ahead of us. We have never done a job in North Carolina before. "So, anymore hauntings near Greensboro NC?" I asked.
"Yes, The Devil's Tramping Ground. It is a 40 foot in diameter wide perfect circle. If someone throws something into the circle, it is said that the object will be out of the circle in the morning. Multiple people have also reported seeing 2 red eyes in the center of the circle," Sam briefed me.
"Okay, we take care of the hitchhiker, then the red eyes," I told Sam. He nodded. "The drive is about 9 hours, so, maybe in five, you drive a bit?" I asked him, and Sam nodded at me. He balled up his jacket and put it on the closed window, and started to fall asleep. I turned down the Metallica cassette that I was listening to, and rolled down my window. Luckly, the drive to North Carolina was going to be a smooth drive. Part of me wondered how normal people would react if they found out that all the stories about ghosts, demons, and all the things that go bump in the night are real.
**TimeSkip**
I drove for a good 4 hours before I had to fill my tank up, so I stopped at rundown fill up station. As a general rule, we never filled up at the chain gas stations. My mind kept jumping to the girl whose father was trying to teach her to be a hunter. That is no life for a teenager to have, especially not ones whose family was not even involved with the hunters in the first place. Hell, this is not the life that I want for even myself, but especially not my little brother, or anyone else. This life is a hard one. No place, besides the Impala to call home, no child should have to live like that. I know for a fact, that if I ever have a kid, that is the end of my career as a hunter. I would leave the hunting to Sam, and become an auto-mechanic, like dad was before mom was killed.
I quickly ran into the fill up station, and grabbed some chips, candy, and coffee. I also had to settle up on the gas. After I was done, I climbed back into my baby, and Sam woke up, as I started the engine. Passing him the coffee, chips, and candy, I started to drive, after about 5 minutes, I got us back onto the highway.
"Where are we?" Sam asked me, as he drank some of his coffee, that I got him.
"We are right outside Washington D.C.," I replied, while lifting my coffee cup up to my lips. "So, do you know why Richard was suddenly obsessed with teaching his daughter how to be a hunter, when he had no formal training in it?" I asked Sam.
"According to friends of his, his wife died from what Richard insisted was a demon possessing her. You see, Samantha used to have two siblings, a big brother named Christan, and a big sister named Haley. Both the siblings died apparently with the mom, in a "car crash". The only thing is, I don't think it was a car crash. You see, Samantha's mother, Genna, had depression and was suicidal. I think she strapped two of her babies into the car with her, and drove full speed into a phone pole. When the ME examined the body, she noticed several bruises that were more than a week old. That leads me to believe, either the mom, Genna, liked hitting herself, or, Richard was abusive," Sam stated.
"No child deserves that life," I stated, angrily. That dick of a father probably beat his daughter after his wife and children died. "What is the word on the kid?"
"She is apparently "missing" but Richard's credit card was run at a local diner, and at a Motel 6," Sam stated.
"We are staying at the Motel 6, then," I stated, and sped up. A crazy plan formed in my head, my plan was half-baked, but it was to find the girl, and take her with us. We could train her how to be a hunter, plus, some witnesses might find it easier to talk to a woman versus talking to a man. Part of me wanted to tell Sam, but also part of me knew that he would never approve, but maybe if I had good enough reasons, and the child wanted to. Also we had to figure out if she has any family. If she doesn't have any family that she wants to go to, I will insist to Sam that we take care of her.
**TimeSkip**
We drove on, the speedometer not going under 70mph the whole way, until we arrived on the outskirts of Greensboro, NC. From there we pulled into the same Motel 6 that Samantha was staying in. I looked up to see a curtain on a window hurriedly shut. That was the room Samantha was in.