Long lime no read, eh? lol.
I don't own any but me and Elena who will one day be my slave.
4
"It's all about the boo," whispered Travis, walking around the charred remains of the school.
"What do we do now?" asked Sam. He was talking to Dean over the hood of the impala. Erissa and Elena stood just far enough away so that the guys couldn't tell that they were listening. "We can't just leave. These girls are so clumsy that their bound to be killed the second we turn away."
"Be we can't stay here for the rest of our lives. We've got other people to save too," said Dean.
"Exactly," said Sam.
"So let's take them with us," suggested Dean.
"What?!" exclaimed Sam. "We can't do that! It's hard enough to kill these ghosts as it is without having to constantly worry about the people around you."
"Think about Sam. They could help us. They've already proven how good they are at killing things. Besides, now some hot tramp won't have to show up every episode."
"Would they want to come?" asked Sam.
"Yes!" screamed Erissa and ran up to them. "Oh my God yes!!"
Elena had come running, too, but had tripped and fell down after of her second step. To Dean and Sam's surprise, she just bounced right back up again. Literally. They stared at her in amazement.
"I have a bouncy nose," she explained.
Dean glanced around. "We better get out of here," he said.
"Good idea," added Sam.
They all filed into the impala, but as soon as they closed the doors the car was surrounded by a bunch on crazy school kids. They began rocking the car back and forth while screaming hysterics.
"Just drive," advised Erissa. "The ones blocking us are the preps, so no loss."
Dean drove.
"Don't look back!" ordered Sam, but curiosity got the better of them. Erissa and Elena turned around just in time to see several of the preps disincarnate into little dust specs. They shuddered as they settled down into their seats.
They drove for a long time. Both Elena and Erissa fell asleep. Sam tried, but the sound of Erissa talking in her sleep and Elena snoring was a little distracting.
Sam had just started to doze off when Dean slammed on the breaks and they skidded to a halt.
Both Sam and Elena were breathing hard, their eyes huge. Erissa was still asleep, even though she'd fallen off her seat and now lay on the floor.
"Is she okay?" Sam asked in alarm.
"Yeah… she—could sleep—through a hurricane," Elena replied between gasps.
"Okay." He rounded on Dean. "What the fuck, man?! You trying to kill us?!"
Dean looked as if he had just seen a ghost. Pardon the pun.
"I—I thought I saw—" he stuttered.
"Yes?" asked Sam, impatient.
"I thought I saw Molly," he said, suddenly back to normal. "I think we've got a ghost on our tails."
Erissa, who was just waking up, checked her ass to make sure there was no tail there.
Elena rolled her eyes. "So what do we do?" she asked.
Sam shook his head. "Dumb. We should've burned her."
"If she's a problem we're going to have to turn around and dust her bones," said Dean.
They stopped at a cheap hotel for the night. That's when they realized they had a problem.
"Um, who are gonna sleep in the beds?" asked Erissa.
"We could get another room," suggested Elena.
"Hell no. This place wants cash, no credit-cards, and I don't have that much money to spare," argued Dean.
"Well Dean and I won't fit in one bed together, so it's gonna have a girl and a guy for each bed," pointed out Sam.
"Come on, you can squeeze!" said Erissa.
"I repeat, Hell No!" said Dean.
"Okay, then Elena and Dean have already fucked so they can sleep in a bed together," said Erissa.
"Then you sleep next to Sam," Elena said.
"Okay."
They climbed into bed and Erissa smirked at Molly's memory.
Ha! I get to sleep next to him! In your face Molly!
Needless to say, the next morning at the diner down the street, a jug of juice unexplainably dumped all of its contents onto Erissa's head.