My Supernatural Tale

Chapter 15

                                                                  My POV

After we left the hotel we got in the car and went on our way to see tis...psychic. I sat in the back seat while Dean was driving and Brianna was in the passenger seat.

"Who is this....psychic?", Dean asked Brianna.

"Why do you say it like that? do you not believe in psychics?", Brianna said to Dean angrilly.

Dean didnt answer.

"So you believe in demons, angels, and witches but a psychic is crossing the line?", she said. "Wow......thats rediculous."

"It's not like that", dean said calmly.

"It's not? well it seems like you think I'm crazy.", she said.

"You dont know what your talking about?", Dean said starting to get fed up.

"I'm pretty sure I do-"

"No! you dont! now why dont you sit down and the only words I should hear from you are the directions to this psychic!" Dean shouted. For the rest of the ride it was quiet, the only sound came from the wheels against the pavement.

"Where are we?", I asked breaking the silence.

"A couple miles outside Jacksonville", Dean answered. I looked out the drivers side window. I saw old, beaten up buildings, with strange looking people walking around on the streets, but with what I just saw a couple hours earlier everything seems strange.

"Here", Bri said pointing outside the window. I looked where she was pointing and I saw a 2 floor, bricked building with grose colored shudders on each window. Right below one of the windows, above the door was a sign that read 'Elan's Book Store' Dean pulled over the car to the side of the road right in front of the book store. We got out of the car.

"This is where the psychic lives?", Dean asked.

Bri smiled.

We walked up to the door and went inside. As soon as I walked trought the door I smelled books,old, old books.

Dean walked up to the cash register and tappad the bell on the table.

'Ding'

"Hello, welcome to Elan's book store, how can I help you?", said a woman walking in from a opened door on the other side of the counter. She had dark brown hair that fell to about where her butt is, she was wearing a purple hat and scarves: Looked like a psychic to me.

"Hi, we're here needing a little fortune telling", Dean said.

"Excuse me?", the woman said.

"Dean-", Brianna tried to say before Dean interrupted her.

"I have this under control. Listen...Psychic we need you to help us find a demon before it kills again", dean said over the counter.

"You are seriously high", the woman said before walking back through the door.

"That's not the psychic", Brianna said giggleing. I smiled.

"Then who is it?", dean asked.

"That would be me, Dean Winchester"

We all looked over by a shelf of books. There stood a another woman: About 5.6ft tall, blonde, caucasion, with bright blue eyes. She was wearing blue skinny jeans tucked inside a pair of leather, black heeled boots.

"Who are you? and how do you know my name?", dean asked walking towards the woman.

"My names Elan Pierce, and I'm the owner of this book store, as well as the psychic you are looking for", she said grinning.