Haunted {Dean Winchester 1}

Chapter 41

Route 666

"My life was so simple." Sam sighed as he leaned against the Impala beside me. Dean was pacing back and forth in front of us. I coughed, throat stinging. "School, exams, papers on polycentric cultural norms."

"So I guess I saved you from a boring existence." Dean says, leaning against the Impala beside his brother. 

"Occasionally, I miss boring." 

"Alright, so this killer truck..." Dean began.

"I miss conversations that didn't start with 'this killer truck.'" Sam chuckled. 

"Well, get all picky with it, why don't you." I muttered. 

"Bite me, Sicko." Sam nudged my arm. 

"I will literally cough all over every single article of clothing you own." I say, smiling a little. I feel like after everything that had happened, Sam and I grew closer. I was happy that if all else fails today, Sam and I will have a better relationship. He was like a brother to me. 

"Alright, well, this Cyrus guy, evil on a level that it infected his truck." Dean continued. "When he died, the swamp became his tomb and the spirit was dormant for forty years."

"So what woke it up?" Sam asked.

"The construction on his house. Or the destruction." 

I coughed into my sleeve, my throat burning. I clear my throat. "Right. So Mayor Todd unknowingly unleashed a ghost on the town." 

"Yeah, demolition or remolding can awaken spirits, make 'em restless." Sam added. "Like that theater in Illinois." 

Dean nodded his head. "Yep. Guy who takes down the family homestead, Mayor Todd, is the same guy who kept Cyrus's murder quiet and unsolved."

"So now the spirit is awakened and out for blood." Sam nodded along. 

"I guess. Who knows what ghosts are thinking anyway." 

"You know we're gonna have to dredge that body up from the swamp, right?"

"I have never been happier to be sick in my life." I say before sneezing. My headache has gotten worse in the past few minutes. 

"Oh, man." Sam mutters. 

"You said it." Dean looked down at the ground. 

I crossed my arms over my chest as I spot Cassie walking towards us. 

Be nice, be nice, be nice.

"Hey. She's asleep." Cassie says, referring to her mother. "Now what?"

"Stay put, look after her, we'll be back." Dean shrugged. "Don't leave the house."

I rub my temples as my headache spread, making my eyes hurt as well. 

"Don't get all authoritative on me." Cassie tells him. "I hate it." 

I like it when he's authoritative.

Shut up, shut up, shut up. 

"Don't leave the house, please." Dean reiterated. 

Cassie smiled, stepping closer. 

Okay, time to throw myself into a canyon. 

I felt eyes on me. I knew it was Dean. 

I looked up from the ground, terrified that I would see those two far too close. Instead, Dean had taken a step back from Cassie. He moved to my side.

Relief flooded my body.

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I sat atop the car, shivering as I watched Dean drove the tractor. He was pulling Cyrus's truck from the swamp.