How Are You Alive (Dean Winchester Love Story Book 4)

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

It was 700 fence posts
From your place to ours
Neither one of us was old enough to drive a car
Sometimes it was raining and sometimes it would shine
We wore out that gravel road between your house and mine

Meet In The Middle by Diamond Rio

"No way that was a heart attack." Dean says as we walk. "Definitely no way. Three victims, all with those same red scratches. All went from jittery to terrified to dead within 48 hours." I say. "Something scared them to death?" Sam asks. "All right, so what can do that?" I ask.

"What can't? Ghosts, vampires, Chupacabra? It could be a hundred things." Deans says. "Yeah. So, we make a list and start crossing things off." Sam says. "Alright, who's the last person to see Frank O'Brien alive?" I ask.

"Uh, his neighbor, Mark Hutchins." Dean says as I see a group of teenagers talking near the Impala. "Hang on, hang on." I say. "What?" Dean asks as I face him and Sam. "I don't like the looks of those teenagers down there. Let's walk this way." I say, crossing the street.

~MARK HUTCHIN'S PLACE~

I look around the room. "So, the last time you saw Frank O'Brien." Sam says as I see a big lizard and I swallow hard. "Monday, he was watching me from his window. I waved at him, but he just closed the curtains." Mark says.

"Hmmm, did you speak to him recently? Did he seem different? Uh, scared?" Dean asks. "Oh, totally. He was freaking out." Mark says. "Do you know, uh...do you know what scared him?" I ask. "Well, yeah, witches." He says. "Witches? Like?" Sam asks.

"Well, Wizard of Oz was on tv the other night, right? And he said that green bitch was totally out to get him." He says. "Anything else scare him?" Sam asks. "Everything else scared him. Al-Qaeda, ferrets artificial sweetener. Those pez dispensers with their dead little eyes. Lots of stuff." He says as I look around again at the animals inside the aquariums.

"So, tell me. What was Frank like?" Dean asks. "I mean, he's dead, you know? I...I don't want to hammer him but, he got better." He says. "He got better?" Sam asks. "Well, in high school he was, he was a dick." He says. "A dick?" Dean asks. "Like a bully. I mean, he probably taped half the town's butt cheeks together." He says as I snicker. "Mine included." He adds.

"So he pissed a lot of people off. You think anyone would have wanted to get revenge?" I ask. "Well, I don't...Frank had a heart attack, right?" He asks. "Just answer the question sire." Sam says. "No, I don't think so. Like I said, he got better. And after what happened to his wife..." He sighs. "His wife? So he was married." I say. "She died about 20 years ago. Frank was really broken up about it." He says.

As I start staring at the snake around Mark's neck, he notices. "Don't be scared of Donny. He's a sweetheart. It's Marie you got to look out for." He nods to the couch. " She smells fear." He adds as an Albino snake creeps up from beside me, from behind the couch. I gasp and stay very still while it crawls down my lap.

~NIGHT~

I sit in the car reading while scratching my left arm as the driver's door opens and I look over and it's Dean. "Hey. Any luck at the county clerk's office?" He asks. "I'm not sure I'd call it luck. Frank's wife, Jessie, was a manic-depressive. She went off her meds back in 88 and vanished. They found her two weeks later, three towns over. Strung up in her motel room, suicide." I say.

"Any chance Frank helped her along to the other side?" He asks. "No, Frank was working the swing shift when she disappeared. Airtight alibi." I say as Dean turns on the car and starts to drive. "Has Sam messaged about Frank's pad?" He asks. "He say's it's clean. He searched it top to bottom. No EMF, no hex bags, and no sulfur." I say.

"So probably no ghosts, no witches, no demons." He sighs. "3 down and 97 to go." I say. "Yeah." He sighs. "Dean slow down to 20." I say. "Babe, I am not driving the stupid limit." He chuckles. "What? Safety's a crime now?" I ask. "Hey! What the hell you never make a left-hand turn into oncoming traffic. What are you suicidal?!" I yell as Dean gives me a confused look.

"Did I just say that? That was kind of weird?" I frown as EMF foes off in backseat. "Do you hear something?" I ask as Dean reaches back and takes out the EMF meter, he moves it from him to me, where it makes a sound.

"Am I haunted?!" I yell.