Oh, What A Bad Idea (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Fourteen

I woke up early, around six, when Dean started up the radio. I wasn't complaining about it, I just wish he'd have let me sleep longer. Sam came by not long after carrying doughnuts. We didn't see him at first and were kinda shocked when he hit the roof to announce himself. Dean turned off the music and we got out. "Dude, look at this." Dean said, holding out his arm to reveal scrapes just below the inner bend of the elbow.

Hey, that's kinda the same place I've had that bug bite. I rolled up my sleeve and looked; same thing same place, "Yeah, me too." I held out my arm too. Oh god, we're dying. We don't deserve this.

Sam got out the EMF and tested me. Perfect score, "Great." He said. "I just talked to Bobby."

"And?" Dean said hurriedly.

"Um, well you're not gonna like it."

"Spill it." I said, itching at the scratches.

"Ghost sickness." He watched for our reactions.

"Ghost sickness?" Dean asked an leaned back on the car.

"Yeah."

"God, no... I don't even know what that is." He said and I smiled but let it go.

Sam explained that some ghosts can infect people with a disease that makes you anxious, then scared, then terrified, then you have a heart attack. It spreads like any old disease, such as touch, coughing, or sneezing. He said that Frank was in Malmi over the weekend where he probably infected the other two. They were also in a softball team, the Cornjerkers. Also the fantastic news that we have 24 hours to live.

"Why us? Why not you? You got hit with spleen juice, too." Dean asked.

"Yeah, Bobby and I had a theory about that, but it doesn't really fit anymore."

"What was it?" I pressed.

"Well, the three that are dead shared some characteristics. Frank was a bully; the other two victims: one was a vice principal, the other was a bouncer."

"Okay?"

"Basically they were all dicks."

"But?"

"It would fit, if you hadn't been infected." He shrugged.

You really don't know me to well. "Why?"

"Well, you're not. A dick, I mean."

"And you know this how?"

"Well..."

"We all have a past, Sam."

"Wait so you're calling me a dick?" Dean cut in.

"Well," I said sarcastically.

"It's not just that. All three victims used fear as a weapon and now this disease is just returning the favor." Sam explained.

"I don't scare people." Dean tried.

"Dean, all we do is scare people."

"Yeah, well you're a dick, too."

"Apparently I'm not." Sam sassed.