A/N: I stole this way to say no…
Disclaimer: What is this? Another one so soon you say? Hush you, it can happen! Haha… The main reason I am posting a new story so soon is basically boredom. I had this story done already… kind of. So this is a unique story… kind of. I think once or twice in this mammoth of a "story" I've called 'One For You' I have written a one shot in which it relates to something personal that's happened to me (off the top of my head there was the stories 'Cold' and 'Third Church'… there MAY have been more). Well this story is another one! So back in December my friend came to visit me, and when she went to go home I took her back to the airport; in doing so we had to go on a ferry. And we got caught in HORRIBLE weather—our ferry was literally the last one that was allowed to cross (it's an hour and a half ride), and though obviously this story is an exaggeration, the first two announcements that I make happen in this story are actual ones that happened while we went across. Anyways, long story short, I got stranded at the airport for 20 hours as all returning ferries were cancelled, and to stifle not only my boredom but anger I handwrote this story. This evening I decided to transfer it onto my computer for y'all to enjoy!
Title: Ferry Ride
Genre: Supernatural and suspense
Summary: Trapped on the bottom deck of a ferry that's destined to sink, Sam is alone to figure out a way to deal with an angered spirit before it's too late.
Ferry Ride
Sam stumbled down the last three steps and just barely caught himself against the railing. Dean may have hated flying but Sam had come to realize he was no fan of big ships and sailing.
Another violent jolt.
Especially in rough weather.
A loud ding rang over the intercom followed by a man's voice; 'Ladies and Gentlemen, due to the high winds and rough waters we are experiencing, we will be locking out all elevators on board. If you need any assistance, please see a crew member and be sure to use hand railings when moving around. Thank you.'.
Sam's eyes widened slightly, "Great."
Quickly he pulled out his phone and dialed his brother's number.
"Yeah?"
"Dean," Sam continued to hold onto the railing, "You hear that last announcement?"
"Yeah, where are you Sammy?"
Sam looked at the door he stood near, "The stairs by deck three. So almost made it to the bottom. You?"
"I just started searching deck six."
The hunters knew that the ferry which crossed from Seattle, Washington to Victoria, Canada was rumored to haunted—so much so that the vessel was going into retirement soon due to the Captains refusing to command it. The Winchester's also knew that if there was an evil spirit attached to something that could be brought onto a new ship, then nothing would change, and so the brother's split up. Sam began at the lowest decks where the vehicles were and Dean began at the upper decks; both with EMF meters in hand looking for any sign.
Neither anticipated how rough the water would get.
"Okay," Sam looked down, "I'm going to keep heading down. Get a look at deck two."
"You doing okay down there? The water is crazy."
"I'm alright," Sam suddenly felt stupid for calling his brother, "Call me if you find anything."
"You too. Be careful Sammy."
Sam hung up and shoved his phone into his pocket just another jolt followed by a loud bang slammed him into the wall. His heart hammered with adrenaline from more than just the hunt as Sam retrieved his EMF meter and pressed the button to enter deck two.
"Okay," Sam took a deep breath and looked both ways.
The ship lurched viciously and loud bangs echoed on the hull. Sam attempted to ignore this as he began to maneuver around the large trucks and other commercial vehicles that dominated the lowest deck. Five minutes into this, several things all seemed to happen at once.
The EMF meter in Sam's hand spiked and let out a familiar cry at the same time the entire boat listed so far to port that Sam fell painfully into a semi before rolling and crashing with the loud bang of a rogue wave. Before anything could register to the hunter, the lights then flickered for a moment before washing his world in blackness and once again a voice came over the speakers.
'Ladies and Gentlemen this is your Second Captain speaking. As you can see we have some very rough waters out there, and so at this time for your own safety were going to ask all passengers to take a seat and refrain from moving around. If you find you to, please exercise caution and use hand rails at all times. We will make another announcement when it is safe to move around. Thank you.'
Sam breathed hard from his spot on the ground; feeling a bruise forming on both his head and left arm. Struggling not to panic in the sudden darkness Sam looked at his EMF meter and saw immediately that it was in two pieces from the impact. His phone was barely in any better shape as Sam noted the large cracks across the screen.
"That's just perfect," Sam ran one hand over his face while clutching the nearby vehicle to steady himself against the increasing turbulence.
Sam attempted in vain to press on the touchscreen to try and call Dean, but unsurprisingly it didn't respond. He'd made a back-up plan to this and programmed his phone to be able to answer it by pressing the button on the side of the phone. But that would still mean that Dean would have to first call him.
"Meanwhile," Sam spoke quietly before raising his voice, "I know you're down here!"
Only one step was taken in the shaking darkness when Sam's phone let out a pathetic attempt at a ring. Jumping slightly, Sam pressed the button down and hoped he'd be able to hear and his brother would be able to hear him.
"Dean?" Sam tried hard to keep the fear from his voice.
"Sam, where are you?"
"Somewhere between a semi and a bus I think," Sam frowned as slowly his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt?"
"Dean something's down here," Sam got right to the point; not sure how long his phone would last, "All the lights are off, and just before that last bad wave hit my EMF went off. I hit the truck hard though and the damn thing broke—phone too; I can't dial out."
"Damn it Sammy. Okay, I'm going to try and get down there."
"Alright," Sam surprised even himself when he didn't argue, "I'm going to try and find the car. I know it's on this—"
Sam's words were cut off when another ear smashing bang was heard and his whole body was once again flung painfully into an unseen vehicle.
The phone smashed to the ground.
"Damn it!" Sam's voice echoed only slightly as it was muffled by the increasing noise.
By this time, thankfully, his vision was becoming more accustomed to the dark and Sam was able to make out the outlines of the vehicles around him. The cold chill he felt and the sensation of being watched let the hunter know that he was not alone however.
"Alright Dean, where the hell did you park the car?" Sam mumbled.
The Impala had been one of the few domestic cars to make it onto deck two and at that point Sam was grateful because if he could find it, he would not only have light, but weapons.
The younger Winchester continued to move slowly through the deck looking for both the car and the spirit. It was a painstakingly slowly process as the ships movements seemed to be getting worse with each passing minute. If Sam had been able to hear at all, he'd have listened to the announcement that came after a particularly bad rogue wave.
'Ladies and Gentlemen this is your Second Captain speaking again. The severity of the weather has reached a point to where we are issuing a state of emergency on board. We are currently heading towards a dock approximately twenty-five miles outside of Port Angeles, however this will take a minimum of forty minutes to arrive at. For your safety we are going to be continuing to restrict on board movement and will be insisting on all passengers and crew members to be putting on personal floatation devices and wear them at all times. You will be assisted in doing so. We have notified shore and the Life Guard of our situation and emergency personal will be meeting us at the port. We thank you for your cooperation.'
Sam was oblivious to this, however, and as well oblivious to his brother's frantic, futile attempts to get any lower than deck five. With another metallic bang Sam was shoved again into a vehicle and just as he was beginning to wonder how many bruises he was going to end up with, his hand brushed up against a hood.
"No way," Sam smiled and squinted through the darkness.
The '67 Chevrolet Impala may have been Dean's baby, but Sam would recognize the feel of the slightly dented hood anywhere. Sure enough as Sam looked more closely he saw it to be their car; distinguishable by the half nude female air freshener that Dean had insisted on hanging on the rear view mirror.
"Oh, thank you," Sam whispered then got on his stomach.
One too many times of having to hotwire his car caused Dean to finally hide a spare key and reaching under the frame Sam grabbed the small magnet box that held it.
Ten minutes later Sam felt more prepared to face whatever supernatural being was out on the deck, though was becoming less and less sure of the boat's capability to manage the water.
"Oh God," Sam took two steps away from the Impala and instantly found himself getting sick all over the ground.
He wasn't sure if it was from the hit to the head or the bad turbulence, but Sam guessed the ladder. He knew that meant things were bad—he hadn't got motion sickness since he was five. Taking a deep breath Sam pushed the taste in his mouth and cradled a shotgun under one arm while holding a flashlight in one hand and a new EMF meter in the other. Sam hoped dearly that he wouldn't have to use the gun at all down there.
Slowly he worked his way to the bow of the boat; constantly being hit into cars and trucks. Sam was vaguely aware of what sounded like alarms in the upper level, however everything was muffled on the bottom deck.
The EMF meter screeched.
"Hello?" Sam called out swinging around, "Who's there? Show yourself!"
Sam didn't expect the cliché line to work, but his flashlight lit up the far end of the deck a semi-transparent figure standing there dripping in water.
Sam instinctively pointed his gun at the spirit, his heartbeat quickening, "What's your name?"
"Dean."
Sam opened his mouth to object, then stopped himself; with the amount of spirits and other supernatural beings Sam and his brother hunted, they were bound to run into some with their names.
"Why are you here?" Sam questioned, "Why are you hurting people?"
Dean looked at him with white clouded eyes, "They never warned me."
"Who never warned you? Of what?"
Water continued to drip down Dean's face, "They saw the dock. They knew I was too close."
Sam frowned as he got a better look at what he was wearing, "You were a worker. And got killed?"
"They never warned me."
"That doesn't mean you go around hurting people," Sam shoved the EMF meter in his pocket so he could steady himself.
"They have to learn," a sickening smile came over Dean's face, "And today they will with all the people on beard this vessel."
"No!" instinctually Sam's first thought was for his brother, "That will teach them nothing!"
No response was given as Dean disappeared leaving nothing but a puddle of water.
"Damn it!" Sam shouted in anger.
The ship seemed to respond back and Sam heard glass breaking on vehicles due to the power.
"There's gotta be part of you somewhere holding you here," Sam breathed.
For what seemed like ages Sam searched the deck while trying to stay on his feet. After landing head over heels three times and circling the deck twice, Sam discovered two important things. One was that he was very much alone with all the vehicles, and two was that the spirit of Dean had him trapped down there; not even the emergency exit buttons or intercoms were working.
"You can't do this Dean!" Sam shouted, "You can't just kill hundreds of people because of one accident!"
It was at that point that Sam's flashlight lit up the far wall and a small plaque that was on it. Walking closer Sam saw the inscription of 'Dean Wyatt- Always Remember' with a small badge attached underneath.
"That's your worker badge," Sam breathed, the boat rocking dangerously, "Maybe that's holding you here."
The process was quick and very anticlimactic as Sam ripped off the badge and lit it on fire. A gargled cry of protest echoed out followed by a crackle and the lights going on.
"Oh thank God," Sam whispered leaning against a truck in relief.
Sam quickly decided against trying to find his brother and instead opted to just wait at the car. Knowing Dean, he'd be down there as soon as possible.
"If he's okay," Sam found himself muttering worriedly.
Barely five minutes passed of Sam sitting uneasily propped against the Impala when another announcement came over the speakers.
'Ladies and Gentlemen I'd like to thank you for your cooperation during this rough ride. We will be arriving at our emergency destination in about ten minutes' time, however we ask that all passengers remain on decks five and six to await further instructions. You may remove your flotation devices and return them to the crew member in your area. Please continue to use caution when moving around deck. Thank you very much.'
Sam's eyes widened; he'd definitely missed some announcements. Unsurprisingly it was only about five minutes later Sam heard his brother's voice.
"Sammy?!"
Looking over Sam saw Dean walk out from the stairway.
"Over here!" Sam called.
Dean quickly maneuvered through the maze of vehicles to meet up with Sam by the Impala. Without thought Dean pulled his little brother into a hug, Sam patting his back reassuringly.
"Dude, never again!" Dean's eyes were wide, "The whole separating when we're on a hunt? Stupid! The fricken boat was going to sink Sammy, and they wouldn't let me come save your ass!"
Sam laughed at this, "I'm sorry man. The thing had me locked down here as we smashed around."
Dean took hold of Sam's face and gently turned it down to get a view of the goose-egg forming, "God Sam, that looks bad."
"I'll be fine," Sam brushed his arm back.
"It looks like you went ten rounds with a boxer," Dean shook his head, "What happened with the asshat that did this to you?"
"I got rid of him," Sam assured then noted Dean's state and frowned, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Dean shook his head, "That was bad Sammy. There were a few minutes there where I didn't know what the hell was going to happen. And to not know what was going on with you man…"
Sam smirked.
Dean surprised even himself when he moved in for yet another hug. Sam happily returned it, not wanting to admit how scared he'd been on his own fighting off the spirit while getting thrown around the entire bottom deck of a ship.
"I'm alright Dean," Sam patted Dean's arm, "And by the sounds of it we'll be docked somewhere soon and onto solid ground."
"Thank God," Dean half laughed as he leaned against the Impala, "I don't know what's worse; air or water at this point."
Sam just smiled and shook his head.
"After we get my baby off this damn this," Dean found himself subconsciously stroking his car, "I want to get your noggin checked out at the ER, then head south."
Sam knew better than to argue with the worried big brother routine, and agreed wholeheartedly with everything else.
"I'm game." Sam nodded, "Just as long as we stay far, far away from the ocean."
The End.