Grey

13.

The swish of the wind was harsh against my ears as I zoom down the road on the motorcycle I took from the garage. Man did it ride good. The feeling of the open wind rushing against my skin felt like nothing else. I was still angry with Dean. Well not even angry. Just frustrated. I don't understand what his problem was. What, he didn't think I could do it? Did he think I couldn't get the job done? That I wasn't cable? Well, bullshit. I could do it. I could do anything if I really wanted to. This surge of energy rushing through me was making me feel invincible. Like I could concur anything.

'I'm gonna get out of here.' I thought. 'After this week, I'm gone. I'll hitch hick to Europe or somewhere far like that. Maybe I could even get my GED. All I know is I could make something of myself. I could, I could do it."

For once I actually believed myself.  I believed I could raise above all the shit that's happened to me. I always thought that would drag me down forever. Make me think I couldn't ever amount to anything. But suddenly those thoughts melted away from me. It was an odd sense of clarity. I didn't have to be held back by my past. I wasn't going to be. Not anymore.

~

"It's been like this for years. Footsteps, doors slamming, lights flickering, the whole shebang. A family tragedy happened in this house. The mom went nuts and murdered the family."

The owner lady said to me as she took me through the mansion. There have been recent unexplained deaths in the house again and I was starting to catch on to what it was.

"So it's definitely haunted?" I ask taking a worn down journal out of my pack.

I took it from the bunker before I left. I always saw Sam and Dean looking through it and realized it must be something important. It was a whole book about hunting basically. How to kill what you're hunting, how to track it, tips on more effective ways of killing it- everything. It said it belong to a John Winchester. I'm assuming it was a relative of there's or something.

"In my opinion, yes. People have tried renting out this place but things always go terribly wrong."

"The deaths you mean?"

"Yeah more or less. Just strange things in general."

"Like?"

"Like one moment the house will be in perfect condition but right as someone is about to put a lease down for it everything is broken. And I mean everything. Windows, utilities, plumbing, and all that good jazz. It's kinda weird."

I nod in agreement. Definitely a ghost.

"Ya know where I can find the bodies?" 

Dean's P.O.V

"This has got to be it Dean," Sam says turning the laptop towards me. "I'm already going to guess it's a poltergeist or something along those lines."

"Yeah great- have you seen dad's journal?" I ask not really paying attention to him as I try to look for it.

"No, why? Is it missing?"

"Yeah I can't find it anywhere. It's not in my room, or the library, or in your room-"

"Dude don't go into my room."

I give him a bitchy look.

"What are you a teenage girl?"

He returns the bitchy look to me.

"Teenage girl- dammit Bradlii. I bet you she took it before she left." I realize suddenly.

"We need to go get her." Sam says standing up.

"I would like to come." Cas chips in suddenly. "Just in case I need to take care of another situation."