Dean, Sam and I are walking down the stairs, exiting the house. Dean is on the phone with bobby.
*We're in Jackson. It's not pretty. He looks even worse than Olivia. What about you?" Dean said into his phone.
While Dean was talking to Bobby I decided to just walk around. Explore a bit. I wandered past the lifeless and gory corpse in the middle of the floor to the other too.s in the house. He had a big living room with a big TV. Dean would love that. I wandered upstairs to the bedrooms. Now, some might consider this to be very rude, but I feel since he's dead it won't matter so much. But, I must admit, he had a very nice house.
I peeked inside his bedroom and sure enough, a TV in there too. I mean. I wish I lived in this house. At that moment, out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure. I immediately pulled out my gun and turned to it. And standing there was my best friend... Let me rephrase that, my dead best friend.
DEAN'S POV
I just got off the phone with Bobby and we have to get over to his place pronto. I look around. Sam is here...but where's Alice.
Just then I heard a scream coming from upstairs.
"Damnit Alice!" I yelled. "Come on Sam!" I ran upstairs like my life depended on it. Except it wasn't my life, it was Alice's. I looked around and saw the bedroom door open. I threw open the door and I saw Alice on the bed. A teenage boy on top of her trying to choke her.
"HEY!" I yelled, I pulled out my gun and shot at him. He didn't even flinch. His head turned to me and he disappeared. I looked at Alice lying on the bed, her eyes were closed. Sam ran over to her and checked her pulse.
"She's fine, just unconcious." He said, relief in his voice. He stood there and stared at her for a while. Then he spoke up. "We should get her to Bobby's"
"Yeah" I said.
Sam picked her up of the bed, bridal style and we walked to the car.
SAM'S POV
I pulled up to a stop at a service station. The car stops, and I puts the gas pump in the car. I walks to the restroom while the gas is pumping. Right before I get there I head back to car and wake Dean.
"Watch Alice!" I said sternly.
While I'm washing my hands in the bathroom, I can't stop thinking bout what happened with Alice. I've seen her hold her own against some pretty bad demons, but why did she seem so defenseless againt that ghost. And who was that... I breath out and I realize my breath is visible. The bathroom mirror covers with foggy mist, and I wipe it away with his hand. Shocked, I see Henriksen in the mirror.
"Hi, Sam. It's been a while." Henriksen says.
"Henriksen. Are you - Did you..." I start.
"I didn't survive... if that's what you're asking." Henriksen replied.
"I'm sorry." I said, apologetically. I felt...guilty about their death. I wish I knew about Lilith! I wish...I just wish they weren't dead.
"I know you are." Henriksen says.
"Look, if we'd known Lilith was coming -" I started, frantically trying to explain.
"You wouldn't have left half a dozen innocent people in that police station to die in your place. You did this to me. It was your fault. She was after you, and I paid the price. You left us there to die!" Henriksen yelled angrily.
Hengriksen immediately attacks me. I notice a small brand on Henriksen's hand. I'm thrown against the mirrors thrown against the mirrors and Henriksen knocks my head into the sink head on the sink. I fall to the ground and the last thing I saw was Dean shooting his gun at Henriksen.
ALICE'S POV
My eyes slowly flutter open and I see I'm in the back seat of the Impala. I sit up and Sam looks back at me. Dean is driving, on the phone and Sam is in the passenger seat with bruises on his face.
"Damn it, Bobby! Pick up!" Dean yells angrily, shutting his phone. (A/N: Heh...Flip phones, I remember those days~ )
"How you two feeling, huh? How many fingers am I holding up?" Dean asks.
"None. I'll be fine, Dean.
" How bout you Alice?" Dean asked. "You did just get your ass handed to you by a 16 year old ghost boy. He smiled cheekily at what he said.
" I'm fine." I said, smiling weakly. Dean knew something was up, Sam also. But they figured that now wasn't the time.
"So, Henriksen?" Dean said, questioningly "
"Yep." Sam replied.
"Why? What did he want?" Dean asked.
"Revenge, 'cause we got him killed." Sam asked, regret in his voice.
"Sam." Dean said sternly.
"Well, we did, Dean." Sam argued.
"All right. Stop right there. Whatever the hell is going on, it's happening to us now, okay? I can't get ahold of Bobby, so if you're not thinking answers, don't think at all!" Dean said.
Dean, Sam, and I enter the house, guns cocked and ready.
"Bobby?" Dean asks looking around.
We find an iron poker on the ground. And we can all guess what happened.
Dean gestures to the stairs. "I'll go. You check outside." He said.
Sam and I walk through the junkyard.
"Bobby?...Bobby?" Sam says while searching.
While searching, I noticed my breath became visible.
"Bobby?!" I yelled.
"We're here, Bobby?" Sam says.
Sam spots a reflection and works his way up a pile of cars towards Bobby.
"Bobby! Hold on, Bobby! I'm coming! Bobby!" Sam yells. I follow quickly behind and toss him a crowbar. Sam pries open the doors to the car where Bobby is being held. Two little girls push him backwards and he lands on another car below, bleeding. One of the girls jumps on him and Sam uses the crowbar to fight her. I grab a nearby crowbar and wack the other girl with it. The two girls disappear and we fight them.
Dean, Sam, Bobby and I are in the study.
"So, they're all people we know?"
"No...not just know. People we couldn't save." I said.
"Hey, I saw something on Meg. Did she have a tattoo when she was alive?" Dean asked.
"I don't think so." Sam said.
"It was like a-a mark on her hand - almost like a brand!" Dean said.
"I saw a mark, too, on Henriksen." Sam said.
"Me too." I added.
"What did it look like?" Bobby asked.
"Uh, paper?" Bobby hands him a piece of paper for him to draw it on. "Thanks." Sam scribbles the mark on the paper then holds it up for us to compare.
"That's it." Dean and I say in unison.
"I may have seen this before. We got to move." Bobby. "Follow me."
"Okay, where are we going?" Sam said questioningly.
"Some place safe, you idiot." Bobby replied rudely.
Bobby grabs some books and leads Sam, Dean and I to a basement room, which is made entirely of iron and covered with pentagrams and Devil's traps.
"Bobby, is this..." I stated. Stunned in silence.
"Solid iron. Completely coated in salt. 100% ghost-proof." Bobby said proudly.
"You built a panic room?" Sam asked, for clarification.
"I had a weekend off." Bobby said nonchalantly.
"Bobby." Dean started.
"What?" Bobby asked.
"You're awesome!" Dean says. He sees a poster of a swimsuit model and smiles. "Oh."
"See, this is why I can't get behind God!" Dean says.
"What are you talking about?" Sam asks.
"If he doesn't exist, then fine. Bad crap happens to good people. That's how it is. There's no rhyme or reason - just random, horrible, evil - I get it, okay. I can roll with that." Dean starts. " BUT if he is out there, what's wrong with him? Where the hell is he while all these decent people are getting torn to shreds? How does he live with himself!? You know, why doesn't he help?!"
"I ain't touching this one with at 10-foot pole." Bobby said, resuming his reading.
"Yeah..." Dean says unenthusiastically
"Found it." Bobby says.
"Found what?" I ask.
"The symbol you saw - the brand on the ghosts..." Bobby starts.
"Yeah?" Sam asks.
"The Mark of the Witness." Bobby says.
"Witness? Witness to what?" Sam asks, confused.
"The unnatural. None of them died what you'd call ordinary deaths." Bobby explained. "See, these ghosts - they were forced to rise. They woke up in agony. They were like rabid dogs. It ain't their fault. Someone rose them... on purpose."
"Who?" I ask.
"Do I look like I know?! But whoever it was used a spell so powerful it left a mark, a brand on their souls. Whoever did this had big plans. It's called "the rising of the witnesses." It figures into an ancient prophecy." Bobby continues.
"Wait, wait. What - what book is that prophecy from?" Dean asked.
"Well, the widely distributed version's just for tourists, you know. But long story short - Revelations. This is a sign, boys." Bobby started.
"A sign of what?" Dean asked worriedly
And then it hit me, like a wrecking ball. (A/N: I CAME IN LIKE A WREEEECKING BAAAALL!)
"The apocalypse." Bobby said.
"Apocalypse? The apocalypse, apocalypse? The four horsemen, pestilence, $5-a-gallon-gas apocalypse?!" Dean asks, apparently he is having a hard time accepting this.
"That's the one. The rise of the witnesses is a - a mile marker." Bobby says.
"Okay, so, what do we do now?!" Sam asks.
"Road trip! Grand Canyon, Star Trek Experience. Bunny Ranch." Dean suggests jokingly.
"First things first. How about we survive our friends out there?" Bobby asks.
"Great, just great. Any ideas aside from staying in this room until Judgment Day?" Dean asks.
There's a spell, to send the witnesses back to rest. Should work." Bobby suggested.
"Should? Wonderful." I said.
"If I translate it correctly. I think I got everything we need here at the house." Bobby says.
"Any chance you got everything we need here in this room?" I ask hopefully.
"So, you thought our luck was gonna start now all of a sudden? Spell's got to be cast over an open fire." Bobby said bluntly.
"The fireplace in the library." Sam said.
"Bingo."
"That's just not as appealing as a, uh, ghost-proof panic room, you know?" Dean says.
As we pack up to go leave, I must admit I'm not the most willing camper to go out and fight these ghosts. For one reason. "My ghost" scares the hell out me. Apparently Dean could tell. He walked over to me and pulled me aside.
"Hey, Alice. Are you sure you're alright?" Dean asked worriedly.
"I'm fine Dean." I lied.
"No. You aren't." Dean said. "Are you sure you're ready to go out there? Me, Sam, and Bobby can handle it if you aren't."
"Dean, it's okay. I'll just have to hike up my skirt and go kick some ass." I smiled.
"Alright." Dean said doubtfully. "But when this mark of the ghosts crap is over, you're going to tell me what's the deal with guy."
"Scout's honor!" I promise. "Now lets go. We have ghosts to take care of."
Dean and I joined Bobby and Sam once more.
"Cover each other. And aim careful. Don't run out of ammo until I'm done, or they'll shred you. Ready?" Bobby said.
We make our way out of the room, and head towards the stairs. A ghost is sitting on the stairs, a young man in his early 20s with curly hair
"Hey, Dean. You remember me?" The man said.
"Ronald, huh? With the laser eyes? I wish I could say it's good to see you." Dean said without a care in the world.
"I am dead because of you. You were supposed to help me!" Ronald said.
Bobby holds up his gun and shoots at Ronald.
"If you're gonna shoot, shoot. Don't talk!" Bobby said.
Sam, Dean, Bobby and I make their way to the living room. Sam creates a salt circle and Dean starts the fire.
Bobby turns to me and Sam. "Upstairs, linen closet - red hex box. It'll be heavy."
"Got it." Sam and I say in unison.
Upstairs, Sam and I find the red box in the cupboard.
"You know what really pisses me off?" A female voice says from behind.
Sam turns around, sees Meg and fires at her.
"You saw how I suffered for months. I thought you must have learned something. I thought I died for something." Meg started.
"Meg." Sam started.
"But what you're doing with that demon, Ruby... How many innocent bodies has Ruby burned through for kicks? How many girls just like me? And you don't send her back to Hell?! You're a monster!" Meg yells.
I wasn't really paying attention to what Meg was saying, I was just trying to get the red box. Once I got I turned and shot at Meg with one hand.
Sam I started to head back, I'm surprised HE isn't here...
But just my luck he shows up right in front of me. The best friend I ever had and I killed him and now he wants to kill me.
As soon as Sam saw him he aimed to shoot at him but his gun went flying across the room.
"Brandon..." I was too shocked to move. Or...naybe it was fear.
"Oh, Alice. Look how you've grown." Brandon said.
Sam stepped in front of me to try and shield me from him.
"Oh? Who's this? My replacement? A boyfriend maybe? I'm quite surprised you can handle and intimate relationship after what happened. After I-"
"SHUT UP!" I yelled at him. I reached for my gun, but that went flying also.
"He doesn't know?" Brandon asked. He stepped closer to me. Sam glared at him.
"You know Alice, he's gonna find out eventually."
"I said shut up!" I said angrily. Sam just stood there partially confused.
"You know I thought we were friends." Brandon said punching me in the face. I fell back from the impact. Sam ran over to me. The gun was in his reach, but Brandon sent him flying.
"I didn't know how to save you!" I said, my voice trembling.
"You didn't try to save me!" Brandon yelled. He kicked me in the ribs and I coughed up some blood. "I thought you'd be more of a challenge." Just then Sam jumped in and shot him. He helped me up and we headed downstairs with the box and his gun. We heard a crash. And we followed the sound and standing there was Henriksen and Dean on the floor. I pulled out my gun and shot at him. Sam helped Deab up and he and Dean carry the hex box and other ingredients to the library.
As Dean was reloading his gun Ronald appeared behind him.
"Ronald. Hey, come on, man. I thought we were pals." Dean said.
"That's when I was breathing. Now I'm gonna eat you alive!" Ronald declared.
"Well...come on, I'm not a cheeseburger." Dean says sarcastically.
Dean cocks his gun and points it at Ronald, but he vanished. Bobby starts reciting the spell and the windows blow open and a wind fills the room. The wind moves the salt so we are no longer protected by it. Meg appears and Sam quickly shoots at her, as Bobby continues to recite the spell. Ronald appears and they shoot at him. Sam, Dean, and I continue to fire as the ghosts appear. Brandon appears and i shoot at him but he disappears before I hit him. Henriksen knocks Dean's gun out of his hands when he is reloading, and approaches him. Dean grabs another gun, and shoots it, only to find it empty. He quickly picks up an iron rod and hits at Henriksen. Meg appears and pushes SAM against the wall, trapping him there with a desk. Sam tries to push the desk away without success. Brandon appears again and he grabs me and throws me against the room.
"Sam! Alice!" Dean says
"Cover Bobby!" I yell
Bobby continues to recite the spell and Sam keeps trying to get out from behind the desk. The two girls are sitting on the desk waiting. Meg plunges a hand into Bobby's back. Bobby drops the bowl with spell ingredients.
"Dean!" Bobby tosses the bowl to Dean "Fireplace!"
Dean throws the bowl in the fire, which turns blue. The ghosts all disappear. Bobby falls to the ground.
"Bobby?" Dean says, worriedly.
Sam pushes the desk away, freeing himself. And I get up from my spot in the pieces of crushed wood and and lamps and things.
Sam and Dean help Bobby up and he nods, indicating he is okay.
Sam is asleep on the couch. Dean is asleep on the floor nearby and I can't sleep. Dean wakes up and sees me sitting on the floor.
"What's up, buttercup?" Dean asked taking a seat next to me.
"Just thinking." I said.
"Bout What?" Dean said.
"Brandon! The ghost who tried to kill me!" I said.
"Oh, right. So what's the story with him?" Dean asked.
"It's a long story..." I said.
"I got time." Dean said.
"But-"
"Spill it!"
"Fine." I agreed, reluctantly. "I guess I should start from when I lost my parents."
THATS THE END OF THE CHAPTER! IM ABOUT TO DIE! IM A CAR! I'VE BEEN HERE FOR A VERY LONG TIME! ITS HOT! SO HOOOOT! ;-;