The Future (Supernatural Fanfiction)

If I Die Young

This chapter deals with the topic of s*icide. Viewer discretion is advised. If you or someone you know is in need of help, call the Suicide Prevention Hotline at 1-800-273-8255 or text the Crisis Text Line (Text HOME to 741741)

The cab ride to the graveyard was silent, but not the uncomfortable silence.

It was only awkward when the cab driver looked and saw me wearing an 1800s period dress, giving me a questioning look. I explained that I was an independent model and my boss hired me to do a haunted 1800s piece.

Thankfully he bought it, and no more questions were asked.

I clutched my purse, a little bit nervous about how this may pan out. Dean gave me some Holy Water like he promised along with a bag full of salt, "Just in case."

I also kept going back to what Sam said about the photo. The power this spirit may hold even in pictures got me a little concerned. I've heard of cases where pictures or paintings were haunted and put a curse on those who dared to cross paths with it, but from what I saw, Sam didn't feel threatened or that uncomfortable with the picture. He looked genuinely sad, like he was looking at the grave of someone he loved.

My phone suddenly buzzed, and I saw I had a text from Sam.

We're getting the information needed for this case and should be at the motel soon. Let us know when your finished so we can pick you up.

I texted a "thanks" and put my phone away.

God, I hope nothing goes south.

_____________________

The sky got a bit darker by the time I reached the graveyard. I thank the cab driver and tried to pay for my ride, but he said that the ride was already paid for.

Damnit Sam and Dean.

They really need to be careful on how they use those fake credit cards.

I took out the map of the graveyard that thankfully was available online and started to open my mind up. I wanted to see what I was dealing with first.

An overwhelming feeling of sadness overtook me, but thankfully it wasn't anything serious. I couldn't trace any dark entities or something that was considered a threat, so that definitely made this job easier.

I started to sense some spirits try and talk to me, making my head feel like it was about to split in half.

Guys, stop it, I said to them, I'm here to help someone and you ambushing me is causing me some pain.

The migraine slowly started to go away as the feeling of being ambushed went away, too. One spirit in particular, I swear I heard them tell everyone to back off a bit.

Some spirits know they are dead and that some humans can communicate with the living. While I do get so many who try to talk to me, once in a while I'll come across a spirit who will protect me and tell the others to calm down.

After a few more minutes of walking, I was able to find the statue. It wasn't hard to find as it was looking right across the river and there were other statues surrounding the area.

I checked my phone's clock.

9:30 pm.

I wasn't sure when Mary was going to show up but spirits were most active when it was dark. Sometimes the evil spirits would not come out at 3 am, also known as the Witching Hour (though that's been a debate for a very long time as some people believe the Witching Hour was around midnight).

Either way, I hoped Mary came out sooner than expected.

However, I was soon approached by a very insistant spirit who wanted to talk to me. My headache started to come back and I felt a sense of not being alone.