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A Froot-Loops Supernatural Plan

By MarianasPhantom

Chapter 5: Outburst

Previously...

"What are you thinking, Dean?" I faced his turned head, "Why are you acting like I'm going to kill you in your sleep?"

His face remained hard. Minutes passed until Dean spoke, "I don't know what to think."

"What do you mean?"

Dean shifted, "I mean that I don't know what to think," he gripped the steering wheel harder, "my entire life I was raised and have been taught that all monsters, ghosts, demons, anything supernatural," Dean paused, "are evil, bad, no good, kill em."

I frowned.

"But here you are, something good, supposedly, and I don't know what to think of it."

My teeth clenched, and I shot my glare outside, "Then how about you think of me as someone you can trust because last time I checked," I gave Dean a 'duh' look, "I was on your side."

He didn't even wince; he just drove and remained silent.

"God you're terrible at communication." I joked as I popped my headphones into my ears, and zoned out the world around me.

It was about 3 in the afternoon, and the world around me blurred in a variety of colours. The only thing I made out, a large sign saying, "Amity Park" as we sped by. Nothing seemed abnormal about this town, but looks have been deceiving.

Dean pulled into town, and found a motel just within the boarder. We stepped out of the Impala, and I gasped in a deep breath of air. I analysed my surroundings, noting the school almost out of sight, and a neon sign lit in the distance. Dean and Sam went towards the check in office, asking people passing by about the history of the small town. I followed, but my attention caught to a group of three. There was an African-American boy with a red beret, fiddling with a PDA, a scrawny, pale, raven haired boy, and a Goth who was making fun of the two. I stopped tracing the Winchesters and took a few steps in the three's direction. I got within hearing distance, and accidently heard in on their conversation.

"-and Phantom saves the day again!" The Goth flung her arms out, walking backwards facing the boys.

The pale boy laughed in return; about to speak when he was cut off by the African-American, "I'm surprised you haven't made world news yet, man!" Patting the boy on the back, where the raven haired one flung his hand off playfully.

You?

He laughed, "Seriously guys, it wasn't-" but then he stopped speaking suddenly, and I stopped in my tracks. He whispered, "Yellow." And nodded his head in my direction; I turned quickly to catch up with Sam and Dean. Shit.

The brothers were just finishing up at the desk when I caught up. We started heading to our room, when Dean broke the silence. "So kid, what do you know about this place?"

"Not much," I started, "all I know is that this town apparently has ghost attacks daily, and it's not like it's secluded to one specific place, they're everywhere. As well everyone in town sees them, and they're multiple ghosts making multiple appearances."

Sam bit his lip. "You're right, not much to go off of."

We walked into our room, when I remembered the three walking past our motel. "Wait," Dean and Sam turned to face me, "there's another thing. When we were walking in there was a trio talking about Phantom."

"Who the hell is Phantom?" Dean shot.

I glared. "No need to get pissy, Dean, but you never heard of Phantom before?" A small laugh slipped.

"Enlighten me."

I walked over claiming a bed by chucking my bags on it. "Phantom is a teenage ghost hero, so I've read. The townsfolk here claim he saves them from the other ghosts who attack this town; well at least most of them think he's the good guy."

Sam and Dean shared puzzled glances. "Why would a ghost turn on its own kin? Like why would one decide all of a sudden to save a town from its own kind?" Sam questioned.

"I have as much knowledge as you on this, Sam. My mom never told me much about the jobs she did, and I never pried." I found that difficult to say. I grabbed my bag, and headed for the door. "I'm going for a walk."

Dean stepped in front of me, grabbing my shoulders, preventing me from moving forwards. "Now just hold up."

I was getting frustrated. I couldn't even talk about my mother without getting myself worked up; I squeezed my eyes only to be greeted by images of her corpse and piercing red eyes. "Damnit." I muttered. "Dean, I really need to take a walk man."

"You're not going anywhere until we figure shit out, kid."

"What shit must be figured out? Enlighten me."

Sam tried to break our outburst, but I only heard noise. I saw his body fling to the ground, and the next thing I knew I was walking past Dean as he jumped to his brother's side. I could have sworn he was calling my name, but I could care less. I walked out the motel room, and made it part way down the hall only to be grabbed from behind. I shot around, it was only Sam. "Jesus Sam, give a girl notice."

I could tell Sam was hesitant to talk to me, he still seemed shook up from earlier. But I could tell he was trying to be gentle, he must have caught onto my distress. "What happened back there?" He kept his voice calm.

My eyes were threatening to tear. "I'm not entirely sure myself, but Sam, please, I really have to take a walk or something. I don't want another outburst." I pleaded with my eyes. "I'll explain later, please."

Sam released my shoulder, and I jetted off. I still had no idea what triggered my outburst this time, but I had to get away. Dean must have been ticked at me, Sam, I don't even know. I had a lot of explaining to do, but it was nothing that couldn't wait a few hours. I just needed time to collect myself. God if I only had time.

Author's Note:

Jeez. I'm so sorry I haven't been updating, I've just had no initiative to do anything, and I really don't have an excuse other than I'm a lazy ass (plus a bad case of writer's block idek). So I'm just chucking out a small little chapter to keep you going. Hopefully I'll update again soon.

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