What Would Be But Never Was (A Supernatural AU Fanfic)

Epilogue - Don't Look Back

       Time Warp - 50 years later

         "DEAN LOOK OUT!!" Sam cried out as the angry spirit of an old maid tried to wrap its fingers around Dean's neck and choke the living daylights out of him. He struggled for a moment as he got his wits together and finally swung an iron rod wildly behind him, slicing through the apparition like butter. It screeched and disappeared for the moment. The brothers' eyes were wide and alert, iron and salt shakers stolen from the table in the dinning room at the ready.

        They'd been working a case on several deaths in a dilapidated mansion. Apparently kids had been going in there for..reasons, and had never returned, only to have their dead bodies found later in a ditch across the road. The boys weren't sure why anyone with a lick of sense would willingly go into the house, much less merely too...never mind.

        The spirit at hand soon reappeared behind Sam, her claw-like fingers itching to be wrapped around his tan neck. She wanted to admire his eyes as the light went out in them. She wanted all of them to pay for what they made her into, even if it wasn't even their fault. No, it was everyone's fault. It had to be!

        "SAM BEHIND YOU!" Dean growled, spotting the woman before him. Sam whirled around and slashed her the same as his brother had. Dean shook his head in disgust.

        "Man, we gotta find this bitch's bones and burn her good before she Wuornos us again!" he shifted his duffle bag on his shoulder and Sam nodded in agreement. They diligently began searching for places in the mansion (like they had been before they were rudely interrupted) and it didn't take long before Sam found it.

        "UH, HEY DEAN?! I FOUND IT! SHE'S UH, IN THIS CLOSET!" he yelled to his brother, hoping he'd hurry to him and get this over with. The woman's skeleton hung from shackles in the closet like an over worn coat, her own clothes moth bitten and dirty. Sam almost felt bad for her if she didn't continuously try (and sometimes succeed) to kill people.

        There was a muffled yell that sounded like "OK", and then the sound of someone falling down stairs. Sam rolled his eyes. "DEAN WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS NOW COME O-" he stopped cold in his words as a hand wrapped around his wrist which was holding the door back. The fingers were a gross brownish green color and Sam immediately ripped his hand away, screaming "WHAT THE FUCK" as he did so. He looked behind the door to find a young girl disappear, but he remembered her sad and quite beautiful face just before she did so.

         "Saaamm?" a small low voice wavered through from the other room. "Whaatt happeneddd?" Sam realized it was Dean. "Dean would you hurry it up? We haven't got all night. These spirits are out to get us tonight." he commented, his adrenaline unable to contain the yawn that escaped because of the little sleep he'd been getting. 

        He heard Dean grunt heavily from the other room, and he soon appeared in the doorway holding the crook of his elbow. "Soooorryyy, its not my fault there isn't enough lighting to see around here." he retorted with a sarcastically vexed tone in his voice, his eyes droopy for the same reason as his little brother. He dug the salt containor, the small gas can, and his lighter from his bag and handed the first two to Sam, gripping the bijou square lighter in his worn and callussed hand. 

        Sam first poured the gasoline on the body, slinging the bottle up and down to make sure it reached everywhere for total insurance that it would burn quick and efficiently. He then tossed an unmeasured amount of salt onto the body to further decimate the spirit. Sam stepped aside after doing those things, and Dean stepped up to the plate, flicking the lighter open without even looking. It took him a few tries to get the fluid to catch in his lighter, but soon the minuscule blaze sprung up and he touched the flame to the doused body. It caught much faster and the boys shifted back to watch the yellow, red and orange hues lick at the walls keeping it from touching the sky. Once the body was seen to be totally turned to ashes on the floor, they left, not bothering to put the fire out. There were too many secrets and early taken spirits left in the house to have prevented its burning down.