Falling From Heaven

Chapter 6

As soon as we got close to the Oregon boarder, we stopped at a diner to discuss what we were actually going to be doing. Sam was trying to get Dean to talk about his time in hell. It didn't seem to work. Honestly Sam, you have to put yourself in Dean's shoes. If you went to hell, would you rather talk about it, or repress it and never have to talk about it again? Exactly. It's a little crazy down there, anyway. And I wasn't about to bring up the fact that I had been to hell either.

I only payed attention when our too-hyper waiter came over and told us to try the deserts.

"Dude," Dean said. No one was up for this energetic, 28 year old man with buttons up and down his suspenders. He looked pathetic.

"It's extreme." The waiters smile was too big for his face and his eyes were so wide they looked like they were about to pop out of his head.

"Uh-uh-uh-ummm...no extremities please just the uh-" Sam was cut off.

"Check?" His smile was killing me slowly from the inside out. It was sickening and it needed to stop. He ripped the check from his pad and placed it on the table. "Alright. Awesome." Finally, he walked away.

We went back to our conversation after Sam said thanks and Dean asked "What we were goiing to do from here.

"I;m not sure. Umm it looks like it's been pretty quiet lately. No signs of demon activity or omens that I can see. Just the typical UFO sightings and one possible vengeful spirit sighting." He started handing his laptop across the table to Dean and I. We took it as Sam said, "Here, look at this. There are reports of seeing a ghost that has been haunting the showers at a women's health facility. The victim claims that the ghost threw her down a flight of stairs."

Dean jumped up as soon as he heard women and showers in the same sentence. Pulling out enough money from his wallet for our meal Sam said "And I can see you're very interested."

"Do the words women and showers in the same sentence make Dean's pants go woot-woot?" I laughed at my remark. My best one all day.

"We've gotta save these people Kat."

***

We finally arrived in Concrete, Washington after what felt like years. Of course it had only been a day and a half, but the car felt so small after awhile and I was beginning to think I was claustrophobic.

Before we could even stop at a motel to put our stuff away, we stopped at a Chinese restaurant to get some intel.

Sam went to talk to the lady that first saw the ghost. I would glance over at him every now and then to see the look on his face. It was hilarious. I'm sure that he's never run into one of these crazies before. His alibi was that he was writing a book called "Supernatural" and wanted real life stories. The look of disbelief on Sam's face changed into confusion.

When he was finally done talking to her, Sam and I left and went to pick up Dean at an old shack. He was looking for other evidence.

"Any luck?" I asked. I knew there wouldn't be any, but it was always nice to double check. Sam discussed what the lady told him and then Dean chimed in about he was disappointed about he didn't get to save any naked women. It was kind of funny, actually.

As we ere walking back, there was a short little blonde haired boy running from a group of other boys. They were chasing him and Dean shouted "Run Forest, run!" I hit him in the chest. He was such an idiot. You help the kid you don't bully the kid even more. We went back to our conversation.

"Sorry, Dean" I started. "But, i don't think anything is going on around here."

Ahead of us, a sheriff and a country man were arguing about how something threw him from behind.