Chapter 2 – He Saw A Ghost… Except He Didn't
Dean dragged himself to work the next day. He was still a little grumpy, though he knew he didn't really have a reason to be. Carmen had spent the entire day out with Jessica and even though Dean had been quite annoyed he had ended up enjoying himself. He had hung around the house until late afternoon and after that he went out for a couple of drinks with Jimmy, their neighbor. When he had made it home, Carmen and Jessica where in the living room saying their last goodbye before Jess and Sam had to go back to their apartment in California. Dean had simply given her a small awkward hug with a muttered 'goodbye' before heading up to his and Carmen's room to get ready for bed. He was exhausted and had been asleep before Carmen had come up. To make matters worse she had already left for work when got up the next day. He was pissed at himself for not staying up later the night before to at least assure his beautiful girlfriend that he wasn't upset with her. He had acted like a teenage girl on her period just because she had brought up his brother.
He passed the old sign, with the slightly fading letters, indicating that he had made it to 'Singer Auto Salvage'. As he walked to the front desk, Bobby was on his way out for the day. He got like that every once in a while, he would need a day or two off so he would leave the shop to Dean. Besides being worried about what was going through the old man's head, Dean didn't mind it. He loved the calmness that overcame him when he was fixing an engine or any other part of a random car that needed fixing. Dean immediately began working. A man had brought in a car almost beyond fixing, but Dean was going to be damned if he didn't at least try his best to get the engine running again.
It was around seven o'clock and it had already gotten dark. The shop had been closed for about an hour. Dean had finished fixing almost half of the car and he was determent to get the bonnet done before going home that night. Dean had just finished up the hood when the lights started flickering and a sudden chill hit him. He looked around to see if any windows or doors were open as to explain it as a draft, but even before being sure that there wasn't anything open he knew that this wasn't the case. He was used to the lights flickering in the garage, for some reason the electricity was always weaker out there, but never had he ever experienced that the lights flicker and a chill hitting him at once. Anyone else in his place would have been completely terrified at this point, but for some reason Dean felt confident, content even. A feeling of being invincible coursing through his veins as if he was about to save the world. A laugh tore its way through him at the ridiculous thought. Him, Dean Winchester, saving the world? Yeah, right! The lights started going crazy. Turning completely off, leaving the garage pitch black for seconds at a time before returning, shinning brighter than ever before. Dean felt some of the confidence leave his body as he became more cautious. He spun around himself making sure that he was alone in there. He felt stupid doing so, because he had been alone the entire day, except a few customers that just needed a check-up, and the old door that led to the garage would surely make a lot of noise as it did every time somebody opened it. As he faced the second window he thought he saw what looked like a young woman's silhouette in between the broken cars, or what was left of them. His heart was racing as he made his way toward the window to get a better look. He could now see her clearly. She was only dressed in an old worn-out white dress, no shoes, no purse, nothing other than the dress that were clearly too thin to keep the cold out. She should've been shivering, but instead she looked as if she hadn't even noticed the cold weather out there. The only thing that was evident that the weather had affected her in the least was her skin. It was pale beyond belief. She looked like what Dean had always imagined a ghost would look like. Her brown curly hair was a mess and her eyes had dark bags under them. Dean would never admit it to anyone, but she scared the crap out of him. Suck it up, you wussy! Dean scolded himself. Dad would turn in his grave if he knew he had raised you to be such a princess.
Dean jumped when the first few tunes of 'highway to hell' filled the otherwise silent room. He grabbed his phone and checked the caller-id before answering. "Hey sweetie. What's up?" He greeted distantly. He looked up to see that the woman was gone. He looked around the yard as Carmen told him something, her voice frantic. He knew it had to be important, but his mind was filled with thoughts of the, now missing, woman. The only words he caught onto was 'heart attack' and 'hospital'. That caught his attention, but before he could ask what was going on, the line went dead.
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