Highway To Hell

By: Hadlee May

Disclaimer: I don't own either Supernatural or Gilmore Girls. All characters are properties of their respective owners. Despite my lack of possession, the situation, idea, and words are my own. I don't mean any harm and am DEFINITELY not making any money off of it's "publication". I'm just a bored twenty two year old with lots of ideas, so, if you don't mind, don't place any lawsuits on me. If you do, the only thing I've got is two cats and a dog. If you're really that desperate, have at it.

Chapter Summary: It seems that fate and destiny are closing in on Rory Gilmore, the three set out towards Florida to help Jo solve her case.

AN: I'd like to say that things are speeding up from this point. I work a lot these days and I'm THIS close to having to register for school, again. I'm actually quite proud of myself for having gone this far, so far, with so much more to do. My chapters might end up being a tad bit shorter, but I'm going to try to make it as epic as possible.

Special thanks to: pxleno52 for waking me up. Her review made me feel real good.

Thanks for all the reviews I've gotten so far. They're really inspiring and give me tingly feelings all over (maybe not to that extent, but, you know what I mean). I'm not the most confident writer, so the words you write give me that little boost. Thanks!

Sam Winchester rolled his eyes as, once again, Rory and Dean had entered a bickering session. It was common place, these days. Rory would ask for my space and Dean would shoot her down, challenging Rory's Independent feminist side. Normally, Rory would go on and on about how women were just as capable at men, while Dean would huff and sigh, clearly annoyed. When she was finished, he would respond, proving only that his patience had improved since Rory had joined them. He'd usually quip that Jo was a girl, and a hunter, and was perfectly capable. Rory would nod her head like she had won some grand battle, and Dean would go and push the wrong button, adding that Rory Gilmore was certainly not capable enough to be a hunter. 'You're too girly'.

"Just because I'm girly, doesn't mean that I'm not capable of helping out." Rory groaned out from the back seat.

"You whined for nearly an hour yesterday when you broke your nail climbing into the car." Dean pointed out.

"It hurt." She argued, pouting a bit. It wasn't until afterwards how ditzy she realized the comment sounded. "And besides, I you would give me the chance, I could prove to be useful." She added.

"How?" Dean asked.

"You could teach me to shoot." She suggested, flipping a stray strand of hair back over her shoulder, leaning forward to rest her forearms on the back of the front seat.

"You know how to shoot." Dean rolled his eyes.

"Not accurately." She shook her head. "I mean, yeah, if I'm playing bad guy and want to pop off a few rounds, but not to shoot to kill."

Dean cringed at her words. He was beginning to think that Rory needed more then just protection from all the evil that seemed to want to get her hands on her, but also from them. She'd become so accustomed to this way of life in the two months she'd been with them. The non stop talk of ghosts, demons, and monsters no longer made her roll her eyes. Instead, she was usually the first person to open a book in search of possible culprits. She recited almost exactly passages written on certain entities, and even knew a fair share of protection symbols. The suggestion of teaching her to "shoot to kill" almost made him sick to his stomach. He wondered for a small moment exactly what they had put her through.

Whatever his concerns were for her mental well being, he knew that she was better off with them, then without them. For all the knowledge she'd gained while traveling with them, she was completely helpless against the evil that was out there.

He assumed that had she been able to escape the fire without their help, there was a chance that the avatar of light, a man they knew now as Tristan, would have found her, if she was lucky. Sighing he looked at the girl in the rear view mirror.

"Rory, no one should want to learn to shoot to kill." He said, and suddenly the conversation was dead. Sam observed his brother. As Dean had said a few times, a job like this: hunting, was inbred into you. Someone like Dean, or even him, could really exist inside the normal bubble. Once you knew what was out there, it was hard to look at things the same. If Rory survived this, her life would never be the same and Dean was picking up on this. They'd both watched this transformation of a determined, reporter Rory to this jaded hunter in training. It was a fact that Dean obviously didn't like.

Looking out the window, Sam observed the darkness that surrounded the Impala as it moved smoothly down the back road. He was surprised that this was one of the major roads in Florida, surrounded by trees on both sides, the only light coming from the moon and the head lights. After what seemed like hours of driving down the empty road, Sam noticed something in the difference. "Dude, look, a car." Sam pointed.

It seemed that their hunt was going to begin early. The car, a silver Lincoln Navigator had plunged front first a tree. "Well, isn't that a coincidence." Dean remarked, pulling the car onto the shoulder and getting out. Sam followed. Dean turned around, giving Rory a warning look, but she ignored him, climbing out behind Sam.

"Is anyone in the car?" Rory asked stepping behind Sam and grabbing onto his arm. The three stepped closer.

"I think there is." Dean stated. Pulling the door open, Rory stepped forward, her mouth open, eyes wide.

"Talk about coincidence." She uttered. Sam and Dean looked at her as she pushed past them and leaned towards the driver. "Tristan." She whispered, shaking his shoulder. He didn't budge. She fought the urge to panic and took inventory of the situation. Car crashed into tree, driver passed on against the wheel…She lifted his head off the wheel carefully. "Looks like he knocked himself out." She said.

"Wait." Dean said, pulling her backwards, "you called him Tristan."

"Good, you're paying attention." She glared at him, "that's him. Tristan. The one who is supposed to be looking for me." Dean looked at the passed out driver.

"he's seems so…" Dean sighed, "pretty."

"Shut up, Dean." She rolled her eyes as she moved back to the car. "Tristan!" She shouted, shoving him gently. Satisfied when a small sound escaped his lips. "Tristan." She leaned closer, speaking into his ear. It was almost a relief to see his eyes flutter open, revealing the familiar shade of blue she hadn't thought of until his name had come up in their search for the avatars. His eyelids fluttered for a moment before they were able to lock onto her face.

"Mary?" He whispered hoarsely. Rory stood back, her eyes wide.

"You have got to be kidding me!" She laughed, "you haven't seen me in five years and that's the first thing you say to me?" She asked. Tristan did his best to smirk, but winced at the movement.

"What happened?" He asked, trying to sit up. Sam stepped forward and helped him sit up against the seat and reached across, unbuckling the seat belt.

"You were in a wreck." Sam gave him the simplest explanation.

"There was someone in the road, are they alright?" Tristan seemed to be gaining his faculties rather quickly.

"There was no one there." Dean informed.

"Who are you?" Tristan asked suddenly. "I mean, I know Mary-"

"Rory." Rory cut in.

"But I don't know you two." He ignored her and continued.

"I'm Dean Winchester and this is my brother Sam." He pointed to himself, then his brother. "We're Rory's protectors." He said the words carefully, unsure of how to say that they had become so much more then that. The word 'protectors' though seemed to be the right word to use in this case. Especially if Tristan was the guy that was destined to make sure that Rory survived and fulfilled her true potential.

"What did you mean there wasn't anybody?" Tristan asked.

"Did you hit them?" Sam asked.

"No, I swerved to avoid them."

"Isn't that part of the legend?" Rory asked suddenly. "I mean, when Jo called, she said that there were more wrecks on this road then anywhere else in America. The one thing most witness agree on is seeing people in the road. They all swerve to avoid them and end up wrecking their cars."

"You gotta be kidding me." Dean groaned. "This is just plain freaky."

"What are you guys going on about?" Tristan asked.

"You happened to stumble upon a road that just happens to be haunted." Rory quickly filled him in.

"You've got to be kidding me." Tristan rolled his eyes.

AN 2: Didn't mean to make this as short, but, I'm planning to update pretty soon with the continuation.

Next Chapter Spoilers:

Rory and Tristan talk.

Review please. Got any suggestions? I'm open to suggestions.