Highway To Hell

Chapter 1

I sit down next to Sam in the small library chair with my computer. "I got something," I say, and both he and Dean turn to look at me. I turn my computer so they both can see. "Cordelia Anderson. Born nineteen-seventy-three. Died two thousand-five."

"Does it say how she died?" Dean asks and I scroll down.

"Yeah, says here that she was murdered. Kidnapped, tortured for a week, then her throat was slit," I say. They both make faces at that. "So, I'm thinking vengeful spirit."

"That'll do it," Dean says. "Where's she buried? We'll salt and burn her and be done with it."

"Slight problem with that, Dean," Sam says. He'd taken my laptop and started scrolling through the article. He has a laptop. Can't the nerd keep his paws off mine for once?

"What?" Sam looks up at him.

"She was cremated," he says and Dean sighs.

"Like that Hook Man dude?" Sam nods. "Okay, so her spirit is connected to an object. Let's just . . ." Screams from outside suddenly cut Dean off. We grab our stuff and run outside.

"Oh my God," I whisper as I see everything happening in front of me. People were being torn apart by other people. "Guys? What's happening?" I ask as we look around. A little girl goes running by us with one of those things limping after her. I pull out my pistol and shoot it in the chest as it reaches for her. Nothing happens. Not a damn thing! I shoot it again. Sam grabs the little girl and Dean and I open full-on fire on the thing. One of our bullets nails it in the head and it goes flying back. We keep our guns aimed at it, but it doesn't get up.

"Camilla!" a woman screams out as she runs to us. The little girl breaks away from Sam and runs to the woman.

"Mommy!" she screams and throws herself at the woman. She picks her daughter up and holds her to her. The woman looks up at us, then at the dead thing on the ground.

"Thank you for saving my baby," she cries out.

"No thanks needed," Sam says. "Get somewhere safe." The woman nods and runs to her car.

"Come on," Dean says and we start shooting the things tearing into people. I run to Baby and grab more guns along with a couple of other things and stuff them into a bag, then I run and start helping more people. In all the chaos, I lose Sam and Dean. I look over and notice Baby is gone. Those idiots left me?!? I am so going to kill them.

I see a big horde of them and realize that I won't be able to kill all of them and I was starting to run low on ammo already. I put my guns away and pull out my knife. I turn and run.

I find a car and get in it. I hot-wire it as fast as I can and take off just as the horde gets to me. I throw my stuff in the passenger seat. I glance at the radio and turn it on.

" . . . all citizens to please make their way to the refugee center in Atlanta . . ." Is all I get before the damn thing starts getting staticky. I hit it a couple of times, but nothing happens.

"God dammit!" I punch the dash and feel the skin split. "Fucking great," I mutter and bring my knuckles to my mouth. "Atlanta it is." I turn and get on the highway leading East into Atlanta. I grab my bag and dig through it. I doubt that I'd get pulled over at a time like this, but I'd rather have one of my licenses ready just in case. I'm only fourteen, but Dean had got me multiple licenses if I ever were to need them. It's a stretch, but I can pass for sixteen. I grab one and glance at the name. Mia Johnson. Got it.

I bite my lip as I wonder where my brothers are. They had to be okay. They're Winchesters. I still worry though. I take a deep breath and shake my head. They'll be fine. They'll hear the broadcast and go there. They'll go where they think the most people will need protecting. I look over at the glove box and lean over to go through it. I find a bunch of papers, a gun, and a bunch of CDs. I glance at the road every so often and flick through the CDs. I grin as I find a Metallica CD. I pop it in and sing along to keep my mind off things.