SPOOKYNATURAL
AN: I love mindless fluff. And this story is going to be extra fluffy. It will diverge from cannon as far as mythology on ghosts, spirits, and the like. That is because I have watched WAY too many paranormal, ghost hunting shows, not to be influenced by them. Hope you enjoy this little supernatural tale. This is purely coincidental. I started writing this about a month before the series finale. So, if you cannot read another death fic at this particular moment. I would certainly understand. JL
"Dude! Seriously!" Dean said as he looked back at himself. His body was still inside Baby. And poor Baby was wrapped around a tree.
Dean felt solid standing on the deserted roadway beside his mangled, earthly remains. He patted himself down, he felt skin. He touched his face. He felt his cheeks and his lips. But, when he pulled his hand away, his fingers were not bloody. He hadn't even felt the warm liquid on his face. He looked solid, he thought, as he looked down on himself. But, he wasn't. As evidenced by the car that had just flown down the road and through him, on its way to some unknown destination. He had been so busy checking himself out, he had not heard the car. And, he had only felt a blast of wind as it had gone through him.
"Son of a Bitch!" The elder Winchester screamed, in anger, as he realized the cold hard truth. Then he panicked for a moment…where was Sam?
Dean went over to Baby. He had to climb down a steep hill to get to her. And, he had not even remembered getting out of the car, much less coming up the hill. Dean started at his body for a moment. It was pinned behind the steering wheel. There was no way to move. As it turned out, he would not have been able to get himself out, had he survived the impact. Dean reached into the car and touched his arm, shaking it, just a little. There was no response. He then touched his cold face. It was bloody from the chards of glass that had struck him as the driver's side window had shattered. He pulled his hand away and looked at his fingers again, no blood, though he had felt the moisture.
Dean felt the urge to keep going on the direction he had been heading with Baby. But, the strange thing was, he could not remember where he had been going. And, he was trying to remember. He was trying as hard as he could. But, he was coming up blank. As a matter of fact, he didn't know where he was. He could have gone and gotten his maps and raided his weapons stash. But, for some reason, he felt like he wouldn't need those items.
Dean climbed back up the hill and headed down the road.
TBC