Supernatural Season 1, Male OC insert

Druggenie

Imma try something new bear with me (also, that pic looks random just me fawning over Ethan's actor, [in this book of course] Adam Gallagher whose eyes looks just like jensen's [I think, I'm face blind so idk] )

(Warning: This is messy as hell xD)

Btw, Let me know if you like first p.o.v., I might try implementing some in season 2, or I'll be doing something different to make the story faster

∞ Ethan's P.O.V. ∞

A scuttling sound disturbed my sleep. Turning my head to where it came from, all I saw was Dad who was packing things into a bag. The bed creaked as I sat up quietly, making sure the two wouldn't wake up.

I rub the sleep off of my eyes, "Dad... what're you doing? aren't you gonna sleep?" I asked quietly.

Dad turned to me, "Just gotta dispatch a ghost" he said. I look at a clock and squinted my eyes, trying to read the time that was only illuminated the moonlight. 1:13 A.M. At this hour? I thought.

It was quiet for a moment before Dad looked at me again, hoisting the bag up. "Wanna come?"

It was like I was never sleepy at all as I heard those words, those rare words from Dad. "What about these two?" I asked, pointing my thumb behind me.

"What about them? they're asleep. Come on" he beckoned before walking out the room.

Assuming he had extra guns, I got up, put my jacket on before following him up to his truck.

On the way there he put his arm around me.

He got in the driver's seat while I got in the passenger side, he pressed the gas and off we go.

"So what kind of ghost are we up to?"

"A real messy one, this one dates all the way back to 1995" He looked at me for a moment.

Dad swerves before parking into a parking lot near a diner, "What're we doing here?" I asked. I mean I know ghosts can haunt practically anywhere but this was a weird place for a ghost to haunt. "Is it here?"

"No I'm getting you you're coffee, stay here" Dad stops the car, got off of it and then walk into the diner.

∞ 1995 in a Motel Room, Day ∞

"Man, this ghost must've been a poet or something." 16 year old Dean complained as he flipped through the old ragged notes. "Half of the things in here I don't understand"

"Are you regretting not bringing Sammy along?", 14 year old Ethan smirked as he tapped on another set of old ragged notes

"Hey, it's not my fault he has a cold" said Dean as he got off the bed 

"Right, it's not like you didn't left him out in the rain the other day" hinted Ethan

"I told him we'd catch a cold if we stayed out for a while..."

"Did you though?"

"No- Look that's not the point here, just read these and see what they mean" Dean said, handing his little brother the old ragged notes.

After a few minutes of silence, Ethan backhand tapped Dean on the foot, the older male opened his eyes, having been napping while the other studied the notes, "These are stories that, um, cross eachother. They're actually pretty good"

"What're you getting at?" asked Dean

"I think we just have to follow everything in here and burn them in order or it resets"