LOST IN TRANSLATION
Dean x OC fanfic
'for the family we couldn't leave behind'
Song Choice: House of The Rising Sun- The Animals
Chapter 2: I See Trouble
With the gun pointed to my head, both boys took me to a motel room. By this point I was completely bawling and ready to shoot myself if it meant getting away. I was handcuffed to a chair, with Sam and Dean both circling around the room. Sometimes they whispered to each other, sometimes they just glared at each other. Finally Dean turned and began to stalk towards me, a large silver knife in hand.
I thrashed and flinched and wriggled against my binds, but Dean threw a hand onto the back of my chair and pushed it into the wall. This brought both front legs of the chair and my toes off the ground.
"Please I'm sorry! I'm sorry I'm sorry!" I cried. Dean's face was right up to mine, his eyes sharp and cold as he pulled my jacket over my left shoulder before slowly bringing the knife onto it. I cried out, the sharp blade leaving tracks in my skin before the blood pooled down in streams over my skin. Dean frowned, pulling back immediately to look at Sam.
Sam stood a bit further away, looking through my duffel bag. He frowned at Dean before saying something.
"Christo." Sam said. I think I started hyperventilating then. Both brother's stared at me, I looked down to the cut on my shoulder. It wasn't deep at all, but the image of my blood staining the knife in Dean's hands made my heart splutter in a vain attempt to keep going.
"Please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I won't tell. I won't tell a soul if you let me go right now. I promise. Please just let me go…" I cried harder then, ducking my head. My arms were trembling, and everything in me said to run.
What did I do to deserve this?
"Taylor." Sam called. I looked up at him, trying to see him through blurry eyes. He took a moment before slowly coming up to me. Dean grabbed his arm and muttered something under his breath, but Sam turned back to me and knelt.
"I don't have much money, but you can take whatever is in my bag. I promise I won't tell. I promise." I whimpered, and it seemed to have struck a chord in the taller brother as he looked at me with those puppy eyes again. I flinched when he raised his hand, which made him reveal both of them palms towards me.
In one hand he had a key.
"I'm really sorry, but we had to do this." He said this while slowly inching his hands up to the handcuffs and releasing me. I brought my arms in front of me to defend myself if he had an ulterior motive.
"Why?" I asked against my better judgement. Sam backed away a bit to give me space while Dean sat on the bed. I wasn't fooled by his nonchalant stance though, I could see the gun tucked into his waistband still. He knew I knew it was there too.
"Taylor," Sam said, bringing me back to focus, "the address on your driver's license is to a very good friend of ours."
Purely from reaction I scoffed at him.
"No it's not. I've lived there my whole life." I replied shakily. What did these guys take me for? Was this part of some sick game of theirs? Discreetly, I eyed the phone sitting on the table not far away.
Fat chance that would work. Who would I call anyway?
"Then what does it look like?" Dean asked, but from his tone he was telling me rather than requesting for me to describe it. I opened my mouth to answer, only to realize I really didn't have a clue. Sam seemed to realize this shortly after I hesitated with my answer.
"Taylor, I think that whatever took your memories planted this here." Sam explained. I stared at him- he was nuts right? Something took my memories?
"I was in a car accident." I said stiffly. Sam took a breath.
"Do you remember being in a car?" He challenged.
"Yeah, I was in a big red jeep wrangler. I hit a boulder. I don't- I don't remember the impact or anything, but I woke up in the car and was walking until you two crazies picked me up." I said but my eyes widened. "I-I didn't mean that. I-oh my God I didn't mean you two are crazy I just- I'm sorry I'm stupid-"
"Taylor it's okay, I promise you're not crazy." Sam said with his gentle puppy dog eyes again. "Look, my brother and I have a hand in making fake ID's, and I can tell you didn't make this at some shop, it looks real. So unless you've got some friend's in high places I doubt you could make one looking this real."
I swallowed my spit, not trusting myself to respond. My eyes darted to Dean- he hadn't taken his cold eyes off me this entire time- before I turned back to Sam.
"Look, I meant what I said. You can have my money and w-whatever you find in the bag, just please let me go." I begged, I hated myself for it but I begged. Sam looked saddened by this, he was probably my only chance at escape. He looked at his brother, they made eye contact, then Sam stood up. I shook as he stood over me before he moved out of the way.
Were they letting me go?
I hesitated, before slowly standing from the chair. Making no sudden movements I inched towards the exit. My eyes flickered between both of them rapidly as I slowly back my way towards the door. Sam looking upset while Dean was glaring holes into me.
I jumped when my back hit the door before I fumbled blindly for the knob. Once I had it opened I looked to both boys one last time. Sam looked down, and at that moment I slammed the door and RAN.
I ran into the dark night. I ran for what had to have been an hour, until my lungs were on fire and my legs were burning and I still ran until I was out of the town. I didn't give two fucks about going back, I would hide in my car until I could think of a new plan if I had to.
It had to have been a good three hours of me just running and walking and wheezing and crying until I found the boulder that I had crashed into earlier.
With no jeep.
"No no no!" I begged, running slash limping in pain up to the boulder. It looked pristine, like nothing and hit it. No tracks on the ground or any proof of an accident. I started crying again, hitting the side of my fist against the rock.
"What is happening?!"
I cried in a heap on the ground for a good twenty minutes before light caught on me and the sound of an old engine came to a stop behind me. I looked up, wincing at the bright lights of the car, and up to Sam. He had crouched down beside me, the same soft eyes from before on his face.
"Something's wrong with me," I said, and I felt the will to fight slowly leave me. "I'm insane. I have to be."
"You're not crazy Taylor. I promise." Sam said in the same gentle voice. He offered me his hand, but I shied away.
"Please just leave. I don't have anything else to give you." I said, my voice barely above the rumble of the engine. Sam hesitated before he offered me his jacket. When I didn't move for it he draped it over my shoulders. I didn't understand what was happening until I heard the engine cut off. Dean stepped out of the vehicle and stood near us. I sat on the cold ground, and it was only when Dean got closer that I realized I was shaking already. The warm coat made me realize just how freezing it was outside right now.
"Look, we screwed up alright?" Dean said, but it didn't sound like an actual apology, more like a 'sorry I got caught' sort of vibe.
"Taylor, is this where you crashed your car?" Sam asked, surveying the surrounding area. I slowly nodded, looking around too.
"But there's nothing here. Nothing at all." I said, so confused. Sam took a breath, then his soft eyes focused on mine again.
"Taylor, this might not make sense, but I believe you." Sam said. I couldn't help it, I laughed ironically. "I'm serious. My brother and I, we deal with weird stuff like this all the time."
"So you deal with wayward girls falling from the sky all the damn time? Don't quit your day job compadre." I said, making Dean smirk.
"No, we deal with the supernatural-"
"Sam!" Dean snapped. Sam looked to his brother briefly before his gaze settled on me again.
"The supernatural?" I asked, though not entirely convinced.
"Yeah, like ghosts, weird happenings…." Sam trailed off, but Dean picked up after him.
"Werewolves, vampires, demons, witches, you name it sunshine." Dean said in a no joke sort of tone. I stared up at him, then back to Sam.
"I know this is a lot to take in-" Sam started.
"Sure is." They're crazy.
"-but it's the truth." Sam finished. I looked between the brothers for a moment, really wanting to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
"Hold on, let's back up one step," I cleared my throat, "so you're telling me you kidnapped me, tied me up, pointed a fucking gun at my head, and I'm suddenly supposed to believe you when you say you run around as Dog the Bounty Hunter for the Supernatural?"
"We thought you might be a demon, hence muttering Christo, oh and the silver knife? Shapeshifters are highly allergic to silver." Dean filled in with a proud tone. I got the feeling he enjoyed his job.
"The point is Taylor, we thought you were playing with us. It's happened before. And we had to be sure everything was alright." Sam said. I looked to him, seeing the same Sam from the time they first picked me up. I faltered, because a little part of me did believe then, but the majority of my brain still screamed danger when it came to these two, especially Dean.
Well, the truth was, there were only four outcomes.
One, I believe them, they're telling the truth, they can help me.
Two, I believe them, they're lying, I am stuck in some psycho game.
Three, I don't believe them, they're telling the truth, I miss out on figuring out what's going on.
And four, I don't believe them, and they're lying, and I still die.
But they let you go.
But they knew where I went. They knew how to find me, for the most part I had told them where my car was.
But they let you go, they explained themselves, and they haven't really hurt you. This might be your only chance.
"Look I know you might be a bit foggy and all with your head wound but it's really a straight forward matter. My brother, the forever lost puppy, is offering you some help." Dean said. Sam glared at him.
"Dean!" Sam shouted. I took a deep breath.
"So you hunt monsters? You've actually seen them? Not just the floorboards creaking, but actually saw the ghost?" I asked, at the end of my rope with the will to fight.
"Oh sweetheart, that's just the tip of the iceberg." Dean said with a grin. He really loved his 'job'. I stared at him, and for a moment I realized that he was just as uncomfortable with me staring as I was with his stare. He shifted a bit, almost like he was squirming.
I'm going to regret this but….
"Okay." I said, giving a little nod. Dean raised a brow.
"Okay? That's it? No questions?" He asked. I scoffed.
"Oh I have plenty, but I'm not here to judge you. I did fall from the sky and all."
"Well aren't you just well adjusted." Dean taunted, I raised a brow at him.
"Hey, some people race cars, others sky dive, you hunt monsters. Who's the well adjusted one now?" I said in the same taunting tone. Dean smirked again before Sam gently touched my left shoulder. I winced, having forgotten about the cut from before. Sam took his hand off immediately.
"Look Taylor, we want to help you. We can go back to the motel and get some sleep. Or you get the motel and we'll sleep in the car." Sam offered despite the protests I could hear coming from Dean.
"That's nice of you, but you don't have to…..I think I'll….. I'll just….." But what else could I possibly do? This wasn't safe, was it? But when Sam looked at me with those gentle puppy dog eyes I almost forgot about the past night and caved. Sam looked at Dean before making a shooing motion. Dean glared.
"C'mon man," Dean tried to reason. Sam stared, finally Dean took his gun from his waistband. I jumped up, but Sam stopped me with a hand on my arm. It wasn't pinning me, more like gently asking me not to run. Dean backed away before going to the back of the car and popping the trunk. He made a grand show of dropping his gun into the trunk and shutting the lid.
"No weapons, nothing to hurt you with. We promise." Sam said. From the big hand on my right shoulder to the fact that I stood a whole foot shorter than Sam and probably weighed as much as his one bicep made me realize that if they really wanted to hurt me I would've been hurt already. I had no where to go, nobody looking for me, there was no need to play a game.
"I want a bed to myself." I stated my negotiations. Sam nodded.
"Great, Dean will take the floor." Sam said, ignoring the protests from his brother.
It's funny how much perspective plays into your view of the world.
When I had first come to Sam and Dean's motel room it had looked like a death trap waiting to happen. Now though? It looked much more…. Normal looking. The beds were hard and the water pressure in the shower wasn't so great, but the room temperature was nice and I didn't feel the urge to run at the sight of that same chair.
True to their word, I got my own bed while Dean slept on the floor. He at least had the courtesy to sleep on the far side of Sam's bed, giving me much more room away from them. I still slept facing them in case something happened, but at some point I had drifted off to sleep.
When I woke there was a barely rising sun. The motel alarm clock blared 5:37 in harsh red letters at me before I stretched and sat up. Both boys were still in their respective places. Sam was snoring while Dean grumbled now and again.
I quietly got up and went to the washroom to look at myself in the mirror. Under my eyes was puffy, the eyes themselves red from all the crying I did. Well aren't I the looker.
At least my stitches were holding.
After splashing some cold water on my face and using a clean towel to dry it I exited the washroom in search of my duffel bag. The room was still quiet save for some snoring, so I tip toed as much as I could while looking through my bag on my bed.
I didn't have a ton in the bag, but I dug further in and realized there was more in one of the compartments. Inside was a book, an old scrappy notebook from the looks of it. Only….. it was blank. Like completely blank, not even a scratch or mark of a pen on it. I sighed- another dead end- before stuffing the book back into my bag.
What to do now?
I glanced around the room before deciding that I didn't want to sit in the quiet for much longer and opted to stretch my legs. I left a stick note on top of Sam's phone before quietly slipping my shoes and jacket back on before going for a walk.
It was still pretty cool from the night air, but the rising sun felt good against my skin. I walked aimlessly for a while, trying not to think too much and letting my feet take me around town.
There had to have been a reason I crashed on the way to this town. Maybe there was someone here that knew me? Maybe I was just passing through? What would be a reason to come by? As I thought this I passed by a cemetery and saw a recently made grave.
A funeral would be a reason.
I walked in, seeing a woman standing over the fresh grave. Since I wasn't here just to be an ass I decided to casually look through all of the tombstones and wait until the lady left.
"You don't look like you know any of these names." The woman said. I looked to her and saw that we were alone in the cemetery. It wasn't a large one either, maybe fifty graves. I gave a weak smile to the woman. She looked amused, but her eyes looked so lost.
"No, I don't." I admitted softly.
"Do you… come to graveyards often?" She asked, quirking her brow. I gave a short laugh, feeling mildly embarrassed.
"No I-uh…. I suffer from memory loss, and I was hoping the names might jog…. My memory?" I admitted hesitantly. She glanced over me once, before looking back down to the grave in front of her.
"I wish I could help, but I….. I'm not much help these days." She explained. I quirked a brow but said nothing. "She was my daughter, and I was waiting for her."
"Waiting?" I asked gently. What do you say to a grieving woman? Parents weren't supposed to bury their children. She took a breath before looking up to me and giving smile, but the corners of her eyes sagged, her lip quivered. It was the smile of someone who was anything but happy.
"Waiting for her to come home." She explained. I took a slow breath, looking to the grave myself.
Emily Scott
She was nineteen.
She was just a child.
"I'm sorry." I said lamely. The woman looked at me, before the corners of her lips lifted half heartedly again.
"I believe you." She said before going back to watching the grave. I decided this wasn't a place I should intrude and left the cemetery to return back to the motel.
The sun had risen once I knocked on the motel door, Dean was the one to answer it. He let me in before shutting it behind him.
"Here we thought you might've bolted." Dean said. I sat on my bed, biting my lower lip.
"Where would I go?" I asked. He looked at me for a moment before looking away. It was then that I heard the shower running and deduced Sam must be getting ready for the day.
"I'm going to get us some breakfast. You want anything?" He asked, and like a magic word my stomach gave a huge growl that would put a tiger to shame. "Well that answers that. I'll be back in a few."
With that he left, and I was alone with my thoughts once again. Sam came out of the shower a little while later. Bright eyed, bushy tailed and floppy eared. He looked to me and gave a short smile.
"I wasn't sure if you were skipping town on us or not." Sam confessed. I gave a short smile, not really sure how to reply to that.
"Just clearing my head." I replied under my breath, but Sam heard. He glanced at me while sitting on his bed across the way.
"So let's talk." Sam started. I focused on him; my eyes mimicking his gentle ones.
"What about?" I asked. Sam leaned his elbows on his knees.
"Well, what do you remember about yourself?" Sam asked. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.
"Sam we went over this. I don't remember anything." I explained with a tinge of exasperation.
"Okay, I get that, but you must remember something. What's your favourite kind of music?" Sam asked. I shrugged.
"I don't know."
"What do you think of….. I don't know…. Lynyrd Skynyrd?" Sam asked.
"Not sure, I only know a few songs." My eyes widened. Instinctively my hand reached out and slapped Sam's knee. "Sam I remembered something!"
Sam grinned, and it was infectious as I found myself grinning ear to ear as well.
"See? So let's see what else you know….. favourite fruit?"
"No clue."
"But you've had fruit before?"
"Yup."
"What's your favourite drink?"
"No idea."
"Coffee or tea?"
"I don't know."
"Do you see how weird this is? You remember what things are but you don't know if you like them. It's like your personal opinions and the memories with them are just… gone." Sam seemed perplexed. I tried to shrug off the worry, but even I knew this wasn't a good sign.
"Maybe I'm just weird." I said, no weight behind my words.
"But you're not. Really, Taylor. Look, I think…. I know you probably would rather go anywhere else but….. I think if you stuck with us we could help you. A good friend of ours is really good at figuring this stuff out, and he could tells us what to do to get your memories back."
Well that sounded like something too good to be true….. What was the catch?
"And he could fix me?" I asked shyly. Sam smiled at me.
"I know he'd try his best. I've never really known Bobby to not figure something out." Sam explained. I sighed before shrugging.
"Honestly, where would I go otherwise?" I asked. Sam smiled, and I could help but reciprocate. "So when do we go and see this Bobby fellow?"
Sam stood up and went over to the small table where his laptop sat.
"Tomorrow. Right now we're working a case, but once we're done we'll take you to him." Sam said while he opened his laptop.
A case….
A case with a supernatural being.
Well Hell, who didn't want to see that?
Slowly, I sidled up to Sam and tried to peak over his massive shoulder. It was fruitless, and I ended up giving away that I was trying to slyly look. Sam glanced at me with a quirked brow. I tried, and failed, to act nonchalant.
"So-uh… this….. supernatural case you boys are working on… What is it?" I asked. Sam fought back a laugh as he allowed me to read off of his laptop.
"Nothing special. A low level haunting." Sam explained. I looked at him with surprise.
"A ghost? Like there is actually a ghost here?" I asked, my voice rising in pitch. Sam frowned.
"Uh yeah, you okay?" He asked.
"I'm stellar. Seriously, I think I'm into the supernatural because I'm…. excited." I said, taking a look at the laptop. "So what happened that you guys caught wind?"
"Well you see, about a two weeks ago this wealthy family's daughter just up and died. Ever since then the mother says that she has been driven insane by the noises and things that happen in the house. She said she was pushed down her staircase one day, and another the chandelier almost fell on her." Sam explained. I scrolled through the articles he had, leaning onto the table from beside him.
"Did they ever think to…. I don't know…. Move?" I asked.
"No, the father wanted to stay in the house. Kept talking about how important the house was to him. He seems somewhat aware of what's going on, but he refuses to do anything about it." Sam explained.
"How do people ignore that stuff? And don't you tell me they lie to themselves that nothing is happening. Being pushed down the stairs? How do you lie that one off?" I said while I continued to read. It was only when I came across the name of the daughter that I realized.
Emily Scott.
The girl that had recently been buried.
"I stopped by the cemetery earlier. Thought that- I dunno, a name might jog my memory? I saw this girl's grave. Her mom was there, but she didn't look….. angry, just sad." I said, looking to Sam. He seemed curious about that too.
"Sad? When we saw her she was absolutely furious about the whole situation." Sam explained.
"Have there been any more deaths?" I asked. "It's pretty impressive that you and Dean figured out there was a haunting based off of so little."
"Thanks, you get used to what to look for when you've done this enough. And no, no other recent deaths in the family except for the birth mother three years ago." Sam said while closing his laptop and gathering his things. I stepped out of his way, nibbling my lower lip. Before I could ask another question, the door swung open and Dean walked in with a bunch of to-go boxes.
The smell wafted to my nose and immediately my stomach growled. Dean glanced at me, roughly shutting the door with his leg before walking over and handing a box to me.
"Figured you haven't eaten in a while sunshine, so I got the special. Little bit f everything, and whatever you don't eat I call dibs. It looks delicious." Dean said, handing another to-go box to Sam before plopping himself down with his own at the table.
I sat on my bed and opened the lid. Immediately the smell of a breakfast sandwich, stringy hash browns, and sausage wafted into my nose at a tenfold power. My eyes nearly curled into the back of my head, and all I could whisper was a 'thank you' before I dug in with no finesse and ate with as much grace as I could while also inhaling every bite.
I was still a lady, after all.
The motel was quiet for a bit while we all enjoyed our breakfasts. Once I finished my breakfast sandwich I spoke again.
"So what's next?" I asked, forking a reasonable amount of hash browns into my mouth and chewing quietly.
"Well…. If we want to put the spirit to rest, then we will have to destroy all of the remains." Sam explained. I nodded, taking another forkful, until it dawned on me what he said.
"But….. you don't mean….." I hesitated. Dean nodded.
"Salt and burn the bones." Dean said as though he were chatting about the weather. I frowned.
"But….. that's somebody's resting place….. That's all a family has left of their lost child." It felt wrong to even say it. Dean and Sam both looked at me. Dean hadn't even slowed his chewing.
"Taylor, I know it feels wrong, but if they're causing this kind of trouble then they aren't at peace. They weren't able to move on." Sam explained. It made sense when he said it like that, but still…..
"I'm not arguing with you on it. I mean you guys obviously know more about this stuff than I do, but…. I dunno…. What if it was you?" I asked, and that was probably the first time Dean had given pause. He looked at me with a completely unreadable expression for a moment.
"I would thank you for it." Dean said, before turning back to his food like we hadn't spoken at all. Sam just gave a weak smile in support.
Since digging a dead body up is frowned upon in most cultures, Sam and Dean recommended we do the digging at night, but that also put us at risk for if the ghost came. It became pretty obvious that both boys didn't want me to go.
"It'll be safer here Taylor. We can't watch out for you out there." Sam explained gently. I scoffed.
"And miss my chance at seeing a real ghost? You're outta your mind if you think I'm staying here and twiddling my thumbs." I said with a grin. Sam looked to Dean for support, but the other brother just shrugged.
"Don't look at me, I wasn't the one who brought in the stray." Dean said before walking on the door. Sam sighed and looked at me, but finally relented. So we all piled into the car and began the drive the cemetery. I gave directions where I could and soon we arrived. We piled out, and I followed the boys to the trunk of the car.
Y'know I think there was a part of me that was a complete idiot. I had mostly believed these two when they gave me some whacko excuse about hunting ghosts and all that, but looking in the trunk of their car all doubt was erased from my mind.
Boys were serial killers at best.
"It that…. A machete?" I asked, staring at the long blade. Dean grinned and whipped it out for me to see.
"Of course, never know when you need to chop off someone's head." He said before tossing it back in carelessly. I stared at the disarray of the truck, nodding slowly.
"Right….." I muttered. Dean handed me some shovels while he and Sam carried a container of salt and gasoline each. It was maybe fifty feet the the gravesite, so it wasn't very long at all. We set up shop right next to the site and the boys wasted no time in digging up the grave.
"Sorry…. Emily." I whispered, sitting on a stump nearby.
"What're you doing?" Came a familiar voice from behind me. I turned around to look behind me and saw the woman from earlier, Emily's mom.
"Oh uh…..Well this is awkward….. Uh- you see we uh… This is not what it looks like." I muttered, standing up and sheepishly showing my hands.
"Taylor?" Sam called. I turned to him and realized they must not know who that woman was.
"Oh! Sam and Dean, meet Mrs Scott. Mrs Scott, meet Sam and Dean." I explained. Dean and Sam were giving me really weird looks though.
"Hey not to burst your little sparkly bubble sunshine, but there's nobody there." Dean said in a rising tone. I laughed once, but the look on Sam's face had me quieting down. I looked over to the mother, who was slowly stepping closer, and back to the boys.
"You… you can't see her?" I asked, looking back at the woman. There's not way… "Ma'am, what's your first name?"
"Denice." She said slowly. I turned to the boys, trying to hide the excited fear inside of me. This was a real ghost….!
"She says her name is Denice." I said. Both boys looked at each other.
"That's the dead mother. The one from three years ago." Sam said.
"What are you doing to my daughter's grave?" She asked. I looked back at her, my brow softening as I tried to smile.
"We're trying to help Mrs Scott. Your daughter has been haunting your husbands new wife. We just want to help her find peace." I tried to explain. The woman looked so heartbroken as the boys started digging again.
"That's not possible." Denice said.
"Ma'am, it is possible-"
"She's moved on. She's a sweet girl, why would you do this to her body?" The woman teared up.
"Wait, you're saying your daughter isn't the one doing this?" I asked, surprised. Sam and Dean paused again.
"Of course not! It's me!" Denice wailed. I swallowed, before turning to look at the boys. This woman had enough power to push the new wife down stairs, cause a chandelier to fall, what would she do to two men seeing them essentially destroying the corpse of her daughter?
"Get out of the grave." I said slowly, feeling very nervous. Sam and Dean both seemed to sense that someone was wrong and began to move, but the woman gave a wail, and both their heads snapped in her directions.
"You heard-"
"GET OUT!"
Both boys went flying out of the grave. I turned to the woman, who was crying loudly now, and back to the boys. They were pinned down by an unseen force, and neither could move.
"I left you people alone, I gave you space and never interrupted. All I want is my revenge! Can't you give me that?!" Denice shouted. I heard a few painful groans escape the boys and panicked. I had to do something- but what to do, what to do?
"D-Denice! You said your daughter moved on, so why are you still here? What revenge?" I asked. The woman spun towards me, absolute rage in her eyes as I began to backpedal at an appropriate pace.
"I thought it would stop at me, but it didn't. It didn't stop and she took her too." The woman cried. I was confused, what did she-
"Who killed your daughter? Who killed you Denice?" I asked, stopping where I was. Then I put two and two together. "Oh my god. The wife. She killed you a-and your daughter?"
The woman glared at me for a moment longer, and for a second I thought she was going to attack me, but instead she broke down into a fit of tears. I heard gasps of breath as both boys were released from the hold they were under. Dean loaded his shotgun, but I motioned for him to stop.
I may have had zero knowledge on ghosts, but I did have a decent amount of knowledge on the mind of a woman….. I think.
Slowly, I knelt down in front of the grieving woman.
"Denice, I think you know as much as I do, revenge isn't going to make anything better." I explained gently.
"But she deserves it!" Denice snapped.
"Yeah, she probably does, but killing her? Haunting her? How does that help you? You said it yourself that your daughter has moved on. Don't you want to go see her too?" I asked. Denice took a breath before it seemed to dawn on her.
"I can…. See her again….. I can see Emily again….." She whispered.
In my peripheral I saw a figure standing across the way. My heart dropped as I tried to stand up quickly. I ended up falling over on my ass instead, my palms saving me from hitting my head. Once I realized the figure had no intent of coming closer I let myself settle a little bit.
"He's back, he keeps telling me to come with him." Denice said. I looked at her, staring at the other man, before I smiled.
"Maybe he's taking you to Emily." I said. That seemed to perk her interest as she stood up then. I followed suit. Hesitantly, Denice took a few steps forward, before she turned around to look at me.
"Promise me she won't get away with it. I know you don't owe me, but I need to know…." Denice trailed off. I smiled.
"I promise, now go see your daughter." I said. She gave me a timid smile before walking over to the man. She stopped in front of him.
"Will I see Emily again?" She asked, but the man never answered her. Instead, he gave her a warm smile and offered her his hand. She glanced at it, then at me once, before taking his hand. As she did, a soft glow emitted from her body, before both she and the man vanished.
I wiped a tear from my eye, looking at both boys. Dean looked really confused, while Sam had a thoughtful look on his face.
"So you can see ghosts huh? Didn't think that was worth mentioning?" Dean commented. I glared at him.
"I didn't-" He cut me off.
"Yeah right. Didn't remember. Okay yeah." Dean muttered as he shoved a shovel into Sam's hands and muttered about cleaning up. It was only then that it really dawned on me that I had seen a ghost.
"Holy crap. That- holy shit, I saw a ghost." And I couldn't help it, I broke out into a huge grin. It was terrifying and awesome all at once, and I don't think I could say I had ever experienced something quite like that before. Dean rolled his eyes at me, but there was a small grin on his face. Sam smiled in amusement.
I helped the boys clean up and put everything back into the trunk. Sam was just finishing up with the graveyard dirt while Dean and I waited by the car.
"So your first hunt. How you feeling?" Dean teased, but I just smirked at him.
"Like I ate the most ridiculously huge cheese burger. Happy, but a little queasy." I said. Dean gave a short laugh at that.
"Tell you what, you keep up with those analogies and you might not be half bad to have around." He said, looking down at me. I hesitated in my smile though.
"Can we stick around for one more day?" I asked. Dean raised a brow.
"Why? Job's done. Time to move on. Unless you're getting cold feet?" He taunted. I shook my head.
"No I just… I made a promise." I explained, looking to Sam as he walked up to us.
"What? To the ghost?" Dean asked. I nodded, looking to him again.
"Yeah…. I gotta end that bitch's career."
So... Taylor see Ghosts...
Also, huge appreciation to the first review I got on this story being someone telling me to burn in hell. 10/10 I recommend. Lmao jeez girl no need to be salty.
iyalode: Thanks for the review! I'm gunna be upfront, 95% of this story is going to only pertain to the first six seasons of because there is SO. MUCH. INFO that is in the series that kinda contradicts itself sometimes. I wanted a bit more of a clear ending that didn't mull on too long. I love SPN, but 15 seasons is a lot to cram into one trilogy. I don't think we'll see Jody, I'm still trying to figure a few things out on that because I altered quite a bit of the show thanks to Taylor. She's gunna make one heck of a difference down the road.
akagami hime chan: Lol yeah, poor Taylor is in for a wild ride. I really wanted to just start on a note of reminding everyone how terrifying these two would actually be to meet. I mean yeah, as someone who is a tiny human girl they'd probably be nice enough to me, but if I were a monster holy shitballs I would be terrified of them. I also forget sometimes how HUGE these two actually are haha.
K thanks for reading! BuBye!
Cheers!
Iland Girl