•Unwritten•

Forty Eight

Three weeks.

It had been three weeks. Three weeks since I died and for some reason, after Tessa had finally left me and I completely became a ghost of the veil, I'd been shot straight to Dean and I couldn't leave his side. Everywhere he went, I followed. I figured that he must've had something of mine on him, something that was attaching my spirit to him. It wasn't exactly the worst place to be stuck, it meant I had a first eye view of their progress in figuring out what had happened to me but they didn't seem to be getting much closer. Three weeks of no conversation, no physical contact was exhausting and infuriating for that matter. I was trying everything I could to make myself known, I tried to move things, write things but nothing was working. You'd think considering all the time I'd spent seeing ghosts, I'd operate better as one myself. Quite poetic actually.

I stood in the middle of a pool table, literally in the middle of it. I hadn't quite gotten a grasp over flicking from one place to another and sometimes I would find myself in the strangest of places. I stepped away from the table and looked over at Sam who was drunkenly leaning over it. Dean was sitting at the bar, peering over his shoulder at Sam whilst also reading something on his phone.

"Brian, come on man. Just one more, just give me a chance to win it back." Sam slouched and I scoffed. I knew this routine all to well, he would play the drunk act and up his bets, then he'd play a perfectly winning game and round up all the money.

"Excuse me. My brothers a little sauced to be making bets." Dean walked through me which gave me a similar sensation to the one you get when you reach the peak of a rollercoaster. I stared at him hopeful, that he may have felt me somehow but he didn't, it was clear on his features. I scoffed and shook my head.

"Hey shut up Dean! I'm fine." Sam argued before shoving his last bit of money onto the table. The other guy smiled before nodding at him and I rolled my eyes as Sam played a perfect game. "Con artists." I snickered as Sam potted the final ball. He grinned for a moment before his smile dropped upon seeing something at the bar.

"Keep the money." He said before shoving the cue down on the table and walking over to the bar, my blood began to boil as I realised exactly what had distracted him.

Dean began to follow Sam over to Ruby and I flickered myself over, managing to not get stuck in the middle of the bar itself. "You've got a lot of nerve showing up anywhere near me." Dean practically growled at her as I kept my eyes trained, anger filling me at the sight of her. I never should've let her go, I should've made her the last demon I killed.

"I just have some info, and then I'm gone." She looked at Dean lowly and then snapped her head to Sam as he asked her to elaborate. It was Ruby's fault that I was dead, she may not have known what she was doing at the time, and she wasn't the one to deliver the smiting but she put the pieces in play.

"Whispers. A girl named Anna Milton escaped from a locked ward yesterday. Demons seem pretty keen on finding her. Apparently some real heavy hitters turned out for the easter egg hunt."

Sam frowned. "Why? Who is she?"

Ruby shrugged and I pressed my lips together, there was one thing that I needed to do and that was to control my anger. I'd died filled with rage, and if I let that continue into my afterlife I'd become what I hunted. It was inevitable but the longer I could hold out, the more likely that Castiel would find me and bring me back to life. If he would.

"No idea. But I'm thinking she's important because the order is to capture her alive. So I'm thinking whatever the deal is you might want to find out before the demons do."

Sam raised his eyebrow and looked over to Dean who was still scowling. "Maybe we should check it out?"

I shook my head. No. You've gotta find me.