SAVIOR - SUPERNATURAL

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5.09 The Real Ghostbusters

The impala flew down the road at a definitely illegal speed, my hand gripping the back of the front seat for support as we swerved here and there. Just for your information, if you get into a car with Dean Winchester driving, you know there's a 50/50 chance you don't come out alive. He drove like he didn't actually care if we made it to the destination.

We were currently racing, after driving all night, to the Pineview hotel after receiving a 911 message from the one and only Chuck Shurley. The message had the address of the hotel and said it was life or death. I hadn't seen the prophet since I had scared the poor man nearly to death in his own home so this could be an opportunity to make up for that slight mishap. Dean skidded into a parking spot and we all jumped out of the car but stop for a moment as we realize we're surrounded by identical Chevy Impalas just like the one we had all just scrambled out of.

Sam urges us to keep going so we decide to worry about it later and find Chuck. The three of us come to a stop at the bottom of the hotel stairs, slightly out of breath as we spotted the small man pacing stressfully. Sam approaches first, me and Dean following, "Chuck! There you are."

Chuck turned around fast, his face showing pleasant surprise as he noticed us, "Guys?" He smiled wide.

Dean looked around confused, "What's going on."

"Ah, nothing. You know, I'm just kinda hanging." He wrung his hands together nervously, "I see you guys are all hunting together now, that's nice. Hi, Erin. Nice to see you again." He nodded my way and I sent him a forced smile, impatiently waiting for him to explain his message.

"What are you guys doing here?"

We all glanced at each other confused and I pointed a finger at Chuck accusingly, "You told us to come." I said obviously.

He shook his head, looking at us like we were crazy, "Ah, no I didn't."

I brought both of my arms up, my face twisting into annoyance as Sam responded, "Yeah you did, you texted me. This address, life or death situation. Any of this ringing a bell?"

Chuck stood his ground, now looking a bit fearful, "I didn't send you a text."

"We drove all night!" Dean exclaimed as I put a hand on my head. Hours of being car sick just for it all to be for nothing. Great.

He shrugged, rubbing his neck, "I'm sorry, I don't understand what could...oh no." He face fell as he realized something.

"What?" I asked impatiently, eyes wide.

I heard a loud screaming noise and flung around to see a small woman barreling down the stairs towards Sam. Who the fuck- This must be the threat right? She had alarms ringing in all kinds of parts of my head. I yanked my gun out of my waist band as she reached the bottom and aimed it straight at the crazy lady, "Get on the ground, now! Get on the fucking ground!" I shouted in my best authority voice. She screamed again, this time in fear as she collapsed on the cement floor at my feet, throwing her arms over her head.

The three men behind me all stood in shock for a moment before Sam jumped into action, grabbing my arm that was holding the gun and pushing it down, "Woah, Woah, Woah! Erin, it's okay! We sort of know her." I glanced at him, then back to her in consideration. I pointed at her with the gun in a 'her?' motion, and he shrugged.

I pursed my lips, raising both my hands in surrender before stepping back. She stayed on the ground and I rolled my eyes, putting my gun back in my pants, "You can get up, sweetie. Just don't come on so strong next time." I mumbled the last part and turned back to Dean and Chuck. The prophet was practically shitting himself, and the hunter was just standing there with a smirk as he opened his arm for me to enter.