I DON'T OWN THE PLOT OR ANY SUPERNATURAL CHARACTERS. ONLY MY CHARACTER AND HER LIFE STORY.

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4x06
Part Three

Maybe hallucinations are just another reality that we don't see most of the time. ~Lynne Ewing

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Deputy Linus passes Sam a manila folder. "This is the Garland file."

Seeing Luther as a ghost made him a suspect to the Ghost Sickness that was getting passed around. In order to find out how Luther died in the first place, they went back to the Sherrif department to get some information on him.

While Sam starts flipping through it with Nadia on his side, Linus looks behind them at a swaying Dean. "Is he. . .drunk?

Nadia looked back at Dean who gave her a sloppy wink and thumbs up.

"Of course not." She gave an assuring smile.

Sam points to the file. "Deputy, according to this, Luther Garland's cause of death was physical trauma. What does that mean?"

"The guy died twenty years ago, before my time. Sorry."

"Then can we talk to the sheriff?" Nadia asked.

Linus shook his head. "Um, he's out sick today."

"Well, if you see him, will you have him call us? We're staying at the Bluebird." Sam lifts up the folder.

"Mind if I take this?"

Linus nodded and Nadia thanks him before following Sam out the door.

Realizing Dean wasn't behind her, she looked to see him staring at Linus.

Dean smiles and Nadia rolls her eyes pulling him away by his tie.

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Since they couldn't talk to the Sheriff, they were able to track down Luther's brother, who lives in an old folk's home. As they're walking down the hall, they turn the corner, bumping into an old lady that scares the hell out of Dean.

Sam and Nadia give the lady a friendly smile before continuing to walk.

"This isn't gonna work." Dean whispered. "Come on, these badges are fake. What if we get busted? We could go to jail."

"Dean, shh!" Sam stood in front of him as they stopped walking.

Nadia held the bridge of her nose, shaking her head.

"Calm down." Sam told him. "Deep breath, okay?"

Dean takes a slow deep breath.

"There. You feel better?"

He shakes his head no and Sam rolls his eyes. "Just come on"

As soon as they start walking, Dean starts scratching only to get popped from Nadia.

"Don't scratch."

They enter the cafeteria of the facility, where it's practically empty.

Mr. Garland is the only one in there, sitting at a table quietly. His eyes were closed until he heard their footsteps.

"Mr. Garland." Said Sam as the trio approached the table.

"Hi uh, I'm Agent Tyler. This is Agent Perry and Ryans. FBI. We'd like to ask you a few questions about your brother Luther."

The old man sat there for a moment before clasping his hands together, saying,

Dean's eyes widened instantly.

"Certainly," Nadia said raising her eyebrows at Dean.

The three of them took out their badges and passed them to Mr. Garland who took each of them and studied it closely.

Dean started to nervously ramble. "Obviously." Sam cleared his throat but Dean just kept going. "I mean, who would pretend to be an FBI agent, huh?"

After a moment, Mr. Garland gives them their badges. "What do you want to know?"

Sam sat down, placing the folder on the table before. He opened it.

"Uh, well. . .according to this, your brother Luther died of physical trauma."

Mr. Garland scoffs.

"You don't agree." Nadia crosses her arms over her chest.

"No, I don't."

Dean grabbed a seat and brought it to the table as Sam asked, "Well, then, what would you call it?"

"Don't matter what an old man thinks." Mr. Garland said sadly.

"Mr. Garland. We're just trying to get the truth on your brother. Please." Sam said nicely.

Mr. Garland leaned forward, grabbing Luther's ID and staring at in reminisce.

"Everybody was scared of Luther. They called him a monster. He was too big, too mean-looking. Just too different. Didn't matter he was the kindest man I ever knew. Didn't matter he'd never hurt no one."

His voice cracked, sadness gleaming in his eyes. "A lot of people failed Luther. I was one of them. I was a widower with three young 'uns. And I told myself there was nothing I could do."

"Mr. Garland, um..." Sam picked up the drawing of Frank's wife and placed it in front of him. "Do you recognize this woman?"

He picked up the drawing, looking at it. "It's Jessie O'Brien. Her man, Frank, killed Luther."

"How do you know that?" Nadia frowned at the intense information, surprised like the boys.

"Everybody knows. They just don't talk about it. Jessie was a receptionist at the mill. She was always real nice to Luther, and he had a crush on her. But Frank didn't like it. And when Jessie went missing, Frank was sure that Luther had done something to her. Turns out the old gal killed herself, but Frank didn't know that. They found Luther with a chain wrapped around his neck. He was dragged up and down the stretch outside that plant till he was past dead."

Nadia scoffed in disgust, looking away.

"And O'Brien was never arrested?" Dean asked.

"I screamed to every cop in town. They didn't want to look into Frank. He was a pillar of the community. My brother was just the town freak."

"You must have hated Frank O'Brien." Said Sam.

Mr. Garland chuckled a bit. "I did for a long time, but life's too short for hate, son. And Frank wasn't thinking straight. His wife had vanished, he was terrified. A damn shame he had to put Luther through the same, but. . .that's fear. It spreads and spreads."

A chill went down Dean's spine, Mr. Garland's words repeating in his mind.

They thank Mr. Garland for his time and left the facility.

"Now we know what these are, road rash." Dean pointed to his arm as they came outside. "And I'm guessing Luther swallowed some wood chips when he was being dragged down that road."

They climb down the stairs and Sam loosens his tie as they approach the Impala. "Makes sense. You're experiencing his death in slow motion."

"Yeah well, not slow enough, huh?" Dean's eyes were wide as they stood at the Impala. "I say we burn some bones and get me healthy."

"Dean, it won't be that easy," Nadia said sadly.

"No, no, it'll be that easy." He objected. "Why wouldn't it be that easy?"

"Luther was road-hauled," Sam explained. "His body was ripped to pieces. He was probably scattered all over that road. There's no way we're gonna find all the remains."

"You're kidding me." Dean looked down in distress.

Nadia placed her hand on his shoulder. "Look, we'll just have to figure something else out."

Dean got this crazed look in his eye as he shook his head. "You know what? Screw this."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Dean." Said Sam as his brother started pacing.

"Come on. No, I mean, come on, guys."

"We're hunting a ghost." Nadia reminds him.

"A ghost, exactly!" Dean raised his voice. "Who does that?"

"Us." Sam frowns.

"Us? Right. And that guys, that is exactly why our lives suck. I mean, come on, we hunt monsters! What the hell?! I mean, normal people, they see a monster, and they run. But not us, no, no, no, we -- we search out things that want to kill us."

He chuckled at how crazy he sounded. "Yeah? Huh? Or eat us!"

Nadia backs away from Dean as he continues to ramble on.

"You know, and then there's the bad diner food and then the skeevy motel rooms and then the truck-stop waitress with the bizarre rash. I mean, who wants this life, guys? Huh? Seriously? Do you actually like being stuck in a car with me eight hours a day, every single day? I don't think so! I mean, I drive too fast. And I listen to the same five albums over and over and over again, a-and I sing along. I'm annoying, I know that."

He pointed to Sam, "And you --you're gassy! You eat half a burrito, and you get toxic!"

He then looks at Nadia,

"And you! You're this amazing, beautiful woman who for some reason hasn't left despite all the crap going on in my life. You might have feelings for me and I'm sure I feeling things for you, I mean you make me fuzzy on the inside but I'm sure I would just mess up anything we have. I mean, you know what?"

Dean tosses Sam the keys. "You can forget it."

Dean starts walking away, and Nadia stands there baffled while Sam tries to stop him. "Whoa, Dean. where are you going?"

"Stay away from me Sam, okay?" Dean pointed at him.

"Dean-"

"You too Nadia." He pointed to her. "Cause I am done with it. I'm done with the monsters and -- and -- and the hellhounds and the ghost sickness and the damn apocalypse. I'm out. I'm done. Quit."

Dean walks away, not turning back while Sam and Nadia look at each other speechless.

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"He better be in here." Nadia sighed as she and Sam approached their hotel door.

They had been looking for Dean everyone for over an hour and they couldn't find him.

Sam opened the door and Nadia walked in first to see a sweating Dean, sitting on the edge of his bed.

"We looked everywhere for you, Dean." She crossed her arms over her chest as Sam closed the door. "How the hell did you get here?"

"Ran." A frazzled Dean panted.

Sam sighed as he sat on the edge of his bed while Nadia pulled out a chair and sat across from them.

"What do we do now?" Dean asked. "I got less than four hours on the clock." He gulped. "I'm gonna die, guys."

Sam nodded. "Yeah, you are."

Dean looks at him surprised and Sam says, "You're going back."

"Back?" Dean repeats.

"Downstairs Dean, hell. It's about damn time, too. Truth is," Sam turns to Dean with yellow-eyes. "You've been a real pain in my ass."

Dean quickly stands but Sam throws him against the wall with his hand.

"No! You get out of my brother, you evil son of a bitch!" Dean gritted his teeth.

"No one's possessing me, Dean. This is what I'm going to become. This is what I want to become. There's nothing you can do about it."

Cackling filled his ears and Dean looked over to see Nadia standing, her eyes completely white.

"Aww, look at you, Dean. So scared like the little wuss you are."

"Lilith." He whispered.

She walked over standing by Sam. "Tell me, Dean, do the screams keep you up at night?"

She evilly laughed as Sam grabbed Dean's throat beginning to choke him.

"Hey, hey, hey," Nadia and Sam yelled at Dean, pulling him out of his hallucination. "Dean. Hey."

Dean came to, panting in relief, his breathing slowly going back to normal.

Sam patted him on the shoulder, and Dean closed his eyes, taking a breather.