The New Road: A Supernatural Fanfic

Research

A couple of hours later I find myself sitting at the hotel room's table with the two Winchester boys, along with 4 empty beer bottles and half of a pie left.

Dean sighs once again, face in hand. "So run this by me again, you think you can see the paranormal just... walking around town?"

I get up from the table and fall onto the bed. Okay so maybe when he said it like that it sounded a little stupid. I sit up and start to rub my temples, "When you start to see things that are-" I pause, searching for the right word.

"Supernatural?" Sam suggests.

"Yeah," I nod, "You start to think you're a little crazy."

"Like physically see them with your own two eyes?" Sam asks.

I groan, "Like Sixth Sense, yeah,"

A chuckle from Dean. He got the reference.

Sam ignores him, "And by them you mean-"

"Ghosts, spirits," I wave my hands in front of me, "people who can seemingly float in midair and then disappear,"

The moose scratches his head, "That's-"

I snap at him. "Not normal. Yeah, I know."

Dean grins and shrugs, "Well I was going to say awesome!"

His comment earns him a death glare from me and a punch in the arm from Sam. "What?!"

I pinch the bridge of my nose, "Listen. I didn't know who else to call with this kind of stuff." I pause. Okay so maybe I could have called Bobby, but I wasn't suicidal so thick skull and Gigantor beside me were my next best thing. "I mean it been a while since-"

I mentally scold myself. I shouldn't have mentioned it. Shit.

Dean leans forward, "Since what?"

"I saw a..." I look up at them, they both had incredulous looks on their faces, "Forget about it,"

Sam sighs and adjusts in his chair, "Morgan if we're really going to trust you on this-"

"And not check you into a mental hospital," Dean adds.

I turn on him, knife in hand before Dean is even out of his chair, (Was the knife necessary? No. Did it get my point across? Hell yes.) "Listen, Mcfly, you can stuff it-"

Sam lowers my knife, with little resistance, and continues, "Then you're going to have to tell us what you saw,"

I sheath my knife into my belt and grab my wallet and coat, "Fine. But you're going to have to come with me. I can show you better than I can explain it."

Dean, finally up, butts in, "Where are we going?"

I groan, coarse I was going to get pushback from the leather boy. "The library, genius. Not by the looks of it you go there often." He looks at me, taken aback, not used to my sass apparently. So what if he was old enough to be my dad? I smile, "What? The thought of books scare you?"

---

The trio files out of the room and down the motel stairs, the girl in front followed by the tall Winchester and the one with a scowl on his face. The girl hops in the backseat of the boys '67 without a second's hesitation.

Sam recognizes his brothers furrowed brows and chuckles.

"What's so funny Sammy boy?" Dean grunts.

The tall one's laughter is cut short. "It's Sam. And she is just like you." He pauses, "Cas would love her-"

Dean's brow furrows further, then he rolls his eyes, "Just get in the car dreamy eyes."

---

I slam a book down on the library table in front of me, making both Winchester boys jump. It earns me a couple of angry glances from strangers nearby, but I ignore them. "Okay... So this guy, Francesco Trent-"

"Murdered in his own field," Sam says, interrupting me, "Yeah we read about it,"

Dean grunts and picks up his coat, throwing it around his shoulders and motioning towards the door. "Well if you're going to just tell us about something we already read about, we can just go." He nudges his brother's arm, "Sam?"

The taller one doesn't move. He rolls his eyes and gives me the face of a silent apology. "Yes, he's always like this,"

Dean scoffs.

"Well, what's different about him?" Sam continues.

Still standing I start to flip through the book's pages. "Well, long story short-"

Dean groans, leaning up against a bookshelf, "Oh great there's a story-"

My nostrils fume. Dipshit over here really was just like his father. In one solid motion, I open my bag, take out my roll of gaffers tape, rip a piece off and quickly slam it onto his mouth. He's been successfully silenced.

Dean barely has his hands out of his pockets as he crashes into a bookshelf, attempting to rip the tape off. After the third attempt, he finally gets it.

"Son of a b-" He lunges at me, but Sam intervenes.

"Dean-"

He has a shocked look on his face as he turns to Sam, "What?!"

Though I probably deserved it, I got up before Sam would change his mind, "I'm gonna go get another book. Stay here, I'll be right back,"

---

As soon as the girl is around the corner, the shorter Winchester spins on his heels to face his brother, "Really dude?! She duct-taped my face, Sam!"

Sam chuckles, "Yeah, I saw. It was hilarious."

Dean sighs, "Listen-" he checks around them to see if they are alone. They are. "This is just some random girl who thinks that she can see the supernatural or whatever. She's not a hunter, she's just a scared little kid. We got the pie, and there's obviously nothing here, so let's drop this case like third-period French class."

Sam huffs, "Dean, we were literally in her same exact position when we were kids, just give her a chance." He crosses his arms and eyes over his brother's shoulder, Morgan was walking back over towards the table. They'd finish this conversation later.

---

The boys must have noticed my scrunched up face since they mimicked it with their own when we all sat back down at the table.

"What?" Dean asks.

I don't reply.

Sam leans forward, "Morgan you're gonna have to talk-"

I glance around us, there were too many people here. I lean over the book in front of me, lowing my voice to a whisper, "Listen, I'm not an amateur. I know what I'm doing. I'm not just gonna tell you everything out in public like this. I know a better spot, follow me."