𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 || 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

Chapter 8 ~ Dean the Scaredy Cat

Episode: Season 4 - Yellow Fever Pt. 2

After several minutes of convincing us to get off the roof, we were back on the road. Sam had found an address for the Cassity & Sons Lumber Mill so we headed there next to search for the spirit. But when we pulled up to the dauntingly large building, I could tell Dean wasn't excited about going in there. We all got out of the Impala and headed to the back of the car, Sam popping open the trunk to reveal the weaponry. I took one of the hand-guns off to the side and loaded the chamber while Sam grabbed one of the other ones and held it out to Dean expectantly.

"Oh, I'm not carrying that. It could go off," Dean informed him and I scoffed as he took the flashlight from the back, "I'll man the flashlight,"

Sam nodded, trying not to roll his eyes, "You do that."

Dean and I filed after Sam into the dark building, shadows looming up before us. We wound our way through the various rooms before stopping at one filled with lockers. Probably the break-room for the former employees. As we poked around, we began to hear a banging sound coming from within one of the lockers. We all eyed each other and Dean wore a look of fear as he held up the flashlight, shining it towards the locker. Sam wrenched it open on the count of three to reveal a small, meowing cat.

A loud, girlish scream ripped from Dean's throat as he gazed at the feline in horror. Sam and I looked at him with wide eyes in disbelief. After a few seconds, he stopped screaming and gave a breathy chuckle.

"That was scary," he said, panting slightly from being startled.

I sighed, giving him a look, "Really, Dean?"

He pouted, "What?"

We all walked out of the room then to explore the building some more. Dean shown the flashlight around the room as Sam and I looked about us. I sighed, turning to the boys.

"I don't see anything, guys." I said, holding up my hands briefly before letting them fall to my sides with a slap.

But Dean didn't seem to hear me. No, his green eyes were trained on something else entirely. Glancing behind me, I realized the reason why. Standing in the corner shimmering in and out of existence was the ghost of a middle-aged man. Sam and I held up our guns, aiming at him.

"Hey!" Sam said, trying to get the spirit's attention.

Suddenly, we heard the slam of doors behind us and saw the back end of Dean as he fled the scene. I rolled my eyes and Sam just shook his head.

"Parks, I got this. Would you..." he trailed off, tilting his head towards the door and I nodded my 'yes' to him before taking off after Dean.

Later that night as we were headed back to the hotel, Dean finally lost it. Completely. He jumped out of the vehicle and Sam and I shrugged at each other before following after him.

"Whoa, whoa, Dean, come on!" Sam called after him before his big brother spun around.

"No, I mean, come on, Sam. What are we doing?" Dean asked in exasperation.

"We're hunting a ghost,"

"A ghost, exactly. Who does that?"

"Us," I beamed and Dean shot me a look.

"Right. And that, Parker, that is exactly why our lives are terrible. I mean, come on, we hunt monsters. Why?! I mean, normal people, they see a monster, and they run. But not us, no. We search out things that want to kill us. Huh? Huh? Or eat us!" he ranted and my eyes widened, "You know who does that? Crazy people. We are insane!"

"And then there's the bad diner food, and then skeevy motel rooms and the truck-stop waitress with the bizarre rash. I mean, who wants this life, Sam, huh? Seriously? Do you actually like being stuck in a car with me 8 hours a day, every single day?" he exploded and I made a face.

"Well-" I started but he cut me off

"I don't think so! I drive too fast, I listen to the same five albums over and over again, and-and-and I sing along. I'm annoying, I know that. And you-" he started before glancing over at his brother, " You're gassy!"

I burst out laughing and Sam glared at me.

"And you!" Dean said, pointing to me now.

I arched an eyebrow at him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You eat half a burrito and you get toxic!" he accused and I scoffed at my boyfriend.

"I mean, you know what?" he said before tossing the keys to Sam, "You can forget it."

And with that, he walked off - leaving Sam and I to gaze after him.

"Um...okay then." I arched my eyebrows briefly before looking up at Sam, "Dude, we need to fix him pronto."

Sam made a call to Bobby after that and just a few hours later, he arrived to help us. Together, we stopped the ghost and consequentially, cured Dean's ghost sickness. Thank goodness, too, because a fearful Dean was just not Dean. Leaning up in the backseat of the Impala as it sped down the road to our next destination, I propped my chin on Dean's shoulder as I wrapped my arms around him. With one hand on the steering wheel already, he placed his free hand over one of mine, squeezing gently. I smiled, resting my head against his.

My Dean was back.