September 2009

Sunday

I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. I wonder what Em is going to make for breakfast, she's the best cook ever. Part of it might be that she's Fire but hey, good food is good food.

"Hey Love," Em says as I sit down at the dining table, "We have a small problem,"

"What is it?" I ask, looking down at the breakfast that Em has made, waffles covered in syrup, a blueberry muffin and a glass of orange juice.

"Someone else died last night," Sam answers, Dean mumbles something through a mouth-full of food but I don't catch it, I give him a confused look, he swallows then repeats:

"This food is really good."

"I know, Em is the best cook ever." I agree.

"Thanks Jaz," Em says with a smile, "On a less happy note, I checked the crime scene this morning, it was definitely the same ghost that killed Roland and tried to kill Lia."

"We salted and burned the body though," Dean says, "Unless there's something else connecting it to the world it should be gone."

"Wasn't Mr. Benson a founding member of the church?" I ask, I remember there being a banner advertising seeing some of the founder's stuff at the church, I didn't pay much attention to it at the time but if the ghost was attached to something else…

"The new church," Em says, "Not the one that was on the land before, but yes."

"Weren't they advertising seeing some of the personal objects of the founders a while ago?" I ask, sure of it now.

"Shoot," Dean says, "we need to get to that church,"

"It's Sunday, '' I remind him, "That's going to go over well with the church goers, just go in and ask if you can burn all the belongings of Gerrat Benson."

"True," Sam says, "Do they do anything after service?"

"No," I answer "Lia goes to that church, they used to do choir but they moved it to Saturdays at 3."

"Right then," Dean says, "The plan is obvious then, break in tonight and burn the dude's stuff."

September 2009

Sunday

8:00 P.M.

We had spent the day preparing but now it was time to go. Dean and Sam start out the door, their duffel bag full of salt, lighter fluid and matches. I attempt to follow them but Em pulls me back.

"You are not going." She says, keeping a tight grip on me.

"But I want to help!" I protest, trying to get out of her grip.

"And you did, now you are staying here and not putting yourself in danger." She answers, not letting go of me. I stop struggling, it was useless in the first place. I hear Sam and Dean drive away and Em lets go.

"Why don't we watch a movie while we wait for them to get back?" Em asks as she walks over to the t.v. and pulls out a drawer under the t.v. stand, revealing the many movies we have.

"No thanks Em," I answer, "I'm going to work on that essay I have for Social Studies,"

"Alright Jaz…" Em says, a hurt expression on her face. I pop up to my room and grab my notebook from my backpack. I really have to finish my essay but I'm also mad at Em, I know she's just trying to protect me but it's just a ghost! I'll be fine! I work on my essay for an hour or so then I hear Em yell from downstairs, "Jasmine! They're back!" I quickly put down my pencil and pop downstairs, Sam and Dean are standing in the living room, the duffel bag that they had prepared for the hunt is sitting on the floor by the door.

"Well the ghost is taken care of." Sam says, then turns to Dean, "But why did it go after you, I was the one destroying the hat."

"The ghost was probably just going after the closest one," Dean replies, shifting from foot to foot and looking anywhere but Sam.

"But the ghost was going after people who aren't straight," I add, "It went after me instead of you two even though you were burning the body."

"It did WHAT?" Em asks, then I remember that I didn't tell her.

"I forgot to mention it?" I say, hoping the excuse is enough for Em lets me do things without her supervision while I'm still mortal.

"We are talking about this once they leave." Em says in French, it was the first language I ever learned, Em and I lived in France until I was five then we moved to California because I set a boy on fire because he was bullying my friend, he survived but Em figured it was a good idea to move to a different country after that.

"Ok," I reply, also in French. Sam and Dean stare blankly while Em and I are talking, then Sam seems to realize something.

"Wait Dean," Sam says, "If the ghost only went after people who aren't straight, why would it specifically go after you? It just ignored me."

"None of your damn business," Dean defensively says, "Bitch"

"Jerk," Sam replies.

"Anyway we should hit the road," Dean says, avoiding the previous topic, "See you some other time Jasmine."

"See you guys later," I say, waving goodbye as Dean grabs the duffel bag and Sam opens the door. They walk out and Sam shuts the door behind them. I hear the car engine start up and they drive away. As the sound of their car fades away Em turns to me.

"So, why didn't you tell me about how the ghost went after you?" Em says in her serious tone. Shoot, I was hoping she would forget about that.

The End

A/N: Welp, this is the end of the story! Hope you enjoyed it. I might continue this in the future but this took 3 weeks and a couple days to write so…...yea. Bye! :)