Is This Even Possible?

Woman In White

Chapter Eight

Woman In White

August 11th, 2013 - Jericho, California- Centennial Highway - 11:25 PM

Dean tapped his hands against his steering wheel in the '71 Impala. He was driving along the highway in which Constance Welch had committed suicide. Most of the hunts that Dean does now consisted of old hunts that his Sammy and him had gone on. Dean pulled over for a moment and rubbed his face with his hand. After meeting his alternate family here and explaining everything that he had to explain, it was certain that Dean was absolutely going to be stressed from here on out.

A tap on his window brought his attention from the interior of the car to the person...people outside his car.

Of fucking course, the Winchester's and Bobby Singer had tracked him down to this town and demanded to speak to him. Dean put the car in park and opened the car door, shrugging the leather jacket, that was originally in the passenger side of the car, on. He stared all of them in the eye and winced when John Winchester pressed his hand on his side.

"So, not fully healed but still doing a hunt? Are you suicidal, son?" John questioned.

Dean stared in this John's eyes, which were caring and passionate, while his Dad's eyes were cold, hard, and calculating. Dean shrugged John's hand off.

"Not suicidal. Just saving lives. My life isn't that important compared to others." Dean answered honestly.

"Not important?" Mary asked, her voice reached a higher octave.

"Yes. Not important. I'm a hunter! If I die, so what? There's plenty more of them. Plus, I had this stupid yellow-eyed demon following me in my dreams and everywhere I go so yeah, I would like to be rid of him. And you wanna know what he told me in my dream?" Dean asked, breathing harshly as negative emotions that he usually kept locked inside of him came out.

The Winchester's and Singer looked at him eagerly, wanting to know what he said.

"He said that he came after me in this world. I died due to him. He said he knew I was going to come back from somewhere, so he had to kill me. And the scary part was that I'm getting this freaky visions and I can sense when things are gonna happen before they even happen. And don't you even start saying that we can fix everything, Mary, because we fucking can't. I have to deal with this. I already watched my brother deal with this and he died from it. The demon blood inside of him consumed him and he burned in Hell. I'm not going down that road. I'll kill myself before any of that happens."

All of them looked at Dean with shock, they didn't assume that he would say something like.

"Now, if you excuse me. I got a hunt to finish." Dean had barely got back in the car and started the engine when a quiet voice echoed through the car.

"Take me home." Dean whipped around to see the long, black haired babe, that happened to be dead and in a white, silky dress gown, sitting in the back seat of his car. She stared at him eerily, bored. Several bangs came from the outside window. He looked outside and saw John and Bobby banging on the window, pointing at the back seat. Dean's eyes were wide.

Woman in White. Dean mouthed to them and heard the voice again.

"Take. Me. Home." She announced. Dean shook his head and looked ahead of him.

"No." He said, clearly. All the doors locked and the car starting going down the highway by itself at 50 miles per hour. Dean banged on the windows and took the key out of the ignition but the car staying moving and Dean couldn't get out. In the rear view mirror, Dean could make out where the Winchester's had scrambled to get back inside their cars and follow Dean down the Centennial Highway.