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Title: One Shot
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine
Summary: There's a body in the back seat. Post Devil's Trap.


I.


It takes two weeks for the weird stuff to start happening. Weird stuff always starts to happen when you buy things from Bobby for a tenth of what they were worth. You don’t know why you thought the old impala would be any different especially after last month’s debacle with the toaster.

It’s pretty hard to miss the weirdness when you get into your car, adjust the rearview mirror and catch sight of a body in the back. But when you turn around to look at the back seat, there’s no one there.

There’s about half a second of complete silence before the radio squawks on suddenly and Black Sabbath’s blaring out of the speakers. There’s an odd sort of static under the music. Your head snaps around to investigate, but your gaze snags on a figure in the passenger’s seat. Tallish, shaggy brown hair, he’s not transparent, but he’s flickering. He cocks an eyebrow at the radio. “You know, there’s EVP on that.”

And they’re both gone.

II.


“Mommy? Can we have some salt?” your little boy pleads, grabbing at the shelves. “Salt, mommy!”

“Salt?” you repeat, dumbly. “Why do you need salt?”

“Sammy says,” his voice is so soft you almost miss it.

You’re vaguely worried about his overactive imagination, “Sam, huh?”

He doesn’t answer. You buy him the salt.

III.


“You sold me a haunted car, Bobby.”

He shrugs, tugs on his jacket, doesn’t deny it. “You didn’t ask. I didn’t tell. You know the rules.”

“I have two little boys and there’s a dead person in the back seat of my car. And then there’s the one in the passenger’s seat…”

“I won’t help you get rid of them,” he says flatly. “Trust me, I wouldn’t do anything to put you or your boys in any danger.” An odd look crosses his face. “I’ll buy the car back if that’s what you want.”

You don’t know how to answer that because although you don’t want to admit it, you’re little attached to those two ghosts. The baby’s really taken a shine to the older one… “Do you know who they are—were?”

Bobby won’t quite meet your eyes. “They were friends of mine.” And when he tries to smile you see something cross his face like he’s aged twenty years in the span of ten seconds, but when you blink it’s gone and the Bobby you know is there again. “They didn’t deserve to go out the way they did.”

“I’m sorry.”

He sniffs and straightens up. There’s a fresh cut on his chin, half hidden by his beard. “If you want to get rid of them, you’ll have to salt and burn the bodies.”

“What were their names?” you ask because you can’t bring yourself to ask where they were buried.

“Take care of yourself Marianne,” Bobby says and turns away.

It’s not an answer. You hadn’t expected one.

IV.


You think the ghosts are brothers. Not that there’s not much physical resemblance but the way they act they must have grown up together.

They fight constantly. Never fist fights, but verbal scuffles, almost friendly insults in indistinct voices. It’s starting to feel normal. Comforting even. You can’t help but think that will be your boys in a few years.

And besides, you’ve gotten used to it. You never were one for change.

V.


“Why are you here?”

You ask the same question every time you see the two ghosts. It’s two months before you get an answer.

“This is where we died,” the younger one says and there’s no sadness in his voice, just blunt honesty and a little disbelief. “A car wreck.”

“Eternity in the back seat,” the older one says and shakes his head. “that’s the last time I ever let this idiot drive.”

VI.


It’s distressing how familiar the ghost’s presence become. How well your eldest takes to the one in the back seat, listening wide-eyed as the ghost tells him story after story about demons and monsters that ring of the truth despite the subject matter. The baby will stop crying when he’s in the car, and the older ghost mumbled garbled lyrics of songs you’ve never heard while the younger ghosts watches and laughs.

If your husband could see them too, it would almost be like one big family. But he has a way of looking through thing that are right in front of him and the two ghosts either can’t or won’t talk to him.

VII.


There’s a symbol on the trunk that wasn’t there the day before. A star inscribed in a circle. You rub at it, but it doesn’t smear. The older ghost it staring at you through the car’s back window. Face flickering in and out of being almost to fast to get a full picture. The nagging familiarity’s back, but you still can’t place his face.

You open the trunk and almost immediately slam it again. The ghost smirks at you from the back seat and you can see his mouth forming the words, “My car.”

And you believe him. It’s not the same car as it was a second ago. The sleek black coating is dulled and dented and one of the tail lights is smashed and there’s a deadened glint in the ghost’s eyes. “It’s my car,” he says again, “I died here.”

You close your eyes and shake your head and force yourself to think of reality. Ghosts were one thing, but opening up your trunk to find a small arsenal of guns, knives and lighter fluid was something completely different. You open the trunk again and survey the contents. It’s all back to normal. You let out a sigh of relief. The ghost has disappeared from view.

And then your eyes snag on a small wooden box. You reach for it, hands shaking and undo the latch. Inside there’s a gun and a hastily scrawled message.

One shot.

VIII.


When you wake up, there’s a four year old at the foot of the bed, wide eyes standing out under blonde bangs. “What’sa matter, sport?” you ask, groggily. “It’s late.”

He looks at you, mouth open slightly. He’s holding the box of salt. A thin trail of the fine white crystals is seeping out of the edge. “Sammy says something bad’s coming.”

“Yeah,” you swing yourself out of bed and crouch down next to him. “When did he say that?”

The trail of salt falls silently, piling at his feet. “In the car.”

You laugh a little. “I think I’d have noticed if Sammy was talking.”

He shuffles his feet. “Not our Sammy. The grown up one. The one in the car.”

Chills chase each other down your spine and you grab him gently by the shoulders. “What did he say, Dean?”

The clock on the wall has stopped. There’s a light flickering in the hallway.

“It’s going to hurt you real bad. I was going to try and stop it… The other one says salt helps.” He’s biting his lips and for a moment he looks so serious you don’t recognize him at all.

And then you do.

Realization slams into you so hard and fast that you feel the air go out of your lungs because at that moment, you looked at your little boy in front of you and see the dead man in the backseat and know that they are both Dean.

Then you blink and all you can see is the four year old clutching the salt like a security blanket and shaking a little. The baby monitor crackles. “Where’s you dad?”

“Sleeping.”

“I’ve got to go check on Sammy.”

You stand up and a cold wind hits you and you wonder what possessed you to wear a nightgown in Autumn. You’ve never noticed it before, but there’s something sacrificial about a white gown. You can see a face in the doorway, the ghost from the passenger’s seat watching you. He meets your eyes and nods towards the closet.

Your feet follow his gaze and you walk mechanically to the closet and grab the gun from the top shelf. The ghost, Christ, Sammy, smiles sadly. Dean tugs at your sleeve. “Mommy? What’s wrong?”

“It’ll be alright, Dean,” you say and wish you believed it. “Just stay here.”

IX.


The walk down to Sam’s room is a thousand times longer than you remember and there’s a knot settling in your stomach that you can’t explain.

There’s a shadowy someone over Sam’s crib and it looks like John. (of course it’s John)

“John?” you hope your voice isn’t shaking.

“Shh,” he whispers.

The older Dean is leaning against the far wall. “That’s not him.” There’s blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. “You’ve got to believe me.”

The shadow starts to turn. You see a glint of yellow in the unfamiliar eyes.

You raise the gun and pull the trigger.
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3/7/06 02:07 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] zionsstarfish.livejournal.com
Wah, my skin is CRAWLING.

*shivers*

Very cool, unique, satisfying... and yet open-ended, somehow. I would love a post-script, if you're inclined to write one someday :)

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3/7/06 17:54 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] trolllogicfics.livejournal.com
Thank you so much for reading. I wasn't sure how the atmosphere would come across, but skin crawling is a good reaction. =)

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3/7/06 02:16 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] eloise-bright.livejournal.com
You made me cry.

I want this to not be, but it is. It feels real, like this is what happens, has happened, will always keep happening.

Seriously, gorgeous writing. Your ghost voices broke me.

This is where we died,” the younger one says and there’s no sadness in his voice, just blunt honesty and a little disbelief. “A car wreck.”

“Eternity in the back seat,” the older one says and shakes his head. “that’s the last time I ever let this idiot drive.”


Oh. Yep. Broken.

Stunning work.



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3/7/06 17:56 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] trolllogicfics.livejournal.com
I made you cry? Score! That makes me ridiculously happy. =) Thanks so much for reading.

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3/7/06 02:29 (UTC)
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Posted by [personal profile] embroiderama
Oh, wow! This is really, really cool. This:

Realization slams into you so hard and fast that you feel the air go out of your lungs because at that moment, you looked at your little boy in front of you and see the dead man in the trunk and know that they are both Dean.

Made me sit up straight and gasp.

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3/7/06 17:58 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] trolllogicfics.livejournal.com
I was wondering if anyone would put it together before that (and hoping they wouldn't). Glad you liked it.

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3/7/06 02:40 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] kbk.livejournal.com
ooooooh. this is super-cool. really, really. And re-read gives all these little bits, like: he has a way of looking through thing that are right in front of him and the two ghosts either can't or won't talk to him.

This is really impressive.

Typo: The thing trail of salt

Also, I hope it's OK that I add this to my Impala-fic list (http://kbk.livejournal.com/271327.html).

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3/7/06 18:02 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] trolllogicfics.livejournal.com
In the first draft, I think I actually used John's name in that passage. And then I cut it out, thought it might have been too big a clue. The idea that John wouldn't be able to see a thing about supernatural until the whole ceiling burning always appealed to me. =)

Yikes. Went back and fixed the typo (I never catch them all). Thanks.

Of course you can rec this. Seriously, have you ever heard an writer turn down a rec? =)

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3/7/06 02:46 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] nevcolleil.livejournal.com
Oh. You- You brilliant person you. This was creepy and fascianting from the beginning. But the end? Wow. I can't tell you how much I love this.

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3/7/06 17:57 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] trolllogicfics.livejournal.com
Yeah, this whole story was pretty much written for the twist. Glad you liked it.

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3/7/06 02:55 (UTC)
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Posted by [personal profile] meredevachon
I read this through a second time hoping I'd then be able to give some coherent feedback. Sorry to say I'm still stuck on:

Wow. Just... Yeah. Wow.

Many thanks.

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3/7/06 18:03 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] trolllogicfics.livejournal.com
No problem. Once this jumped into my head, I couldn't not write it. Glad you like it!

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3/7/06 03:14 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] iamzulma.livejournal.com
OMG. I'm amazed by this. It made me choke up a little. So chilling, and then so believable. Absolutely love the ghostly voices. This is absolutely terrific, what else can I say? Thank YOU.

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3/7/06 18:03 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] trolllogicfics.livejournal.com
Your welcome. =). Thanks so much for reading!

Wow, that was really great.

3/7/06 03:35 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] vesuvianite.livejournal.com
When I saw the story was going to be about the ghosts of Sam and Dean hanging out in the car, I wasn't that into it, but you really turned it around for me with that ending. Great job.
Posted by [identity profile] trolllogicfics.livejournal.com
I know what you mean about the begining, I worried about that a little, but I'm glad the end won you over. =)

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3/7/06 03:44 (UTC)
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Posted by [identity profile] candygramme.livejournal.com
OMG! That was so damned good...

Wonderful, in fact.

*shudder*

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3/7/06 18:04 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] trolllogicfics.livejournal.com
Thank you so much.

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3/7/06 04:52 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] hauntedbynature.livejournal.com
Jesus! I loved.loved.loved. this fic. It was almost like one of the psychological thrillers in fiction form where you don't expect what the ending ends up being. Beautiful writing. I didn't even know it was Mary until the very end. Very clever calling her Marianne. I didn't quite catch that until she put two and two together.

But, also, question: How is it that Bobby said the two ghosts in the car are his friends if this is in the past? Or is it? Hmm. See. This is why I love this story.

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3/7/06 18:07 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] trolllogicfics.livejournal.com
I have to admit, I saw another story calling her Marianne and used it for my own diabolical purposes... =)

Bobby... I think if I try to explain my reasoning for him in this fic, I'll confuse myself so let's pretend it's intentional and leave it mysterious.

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3/7/06 05:30 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] kepp0xy.livejournal.com
that was amazing. I love the different perspective on the story, and how it unfolds, tempting the reader to see what's going on, which also draws them in more. man, love.

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3/7/06 05:35 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] octavia-b.livejournal.com
I followed a link from TWoP and oh my god. That was amazing. Just stunning. I have no more words.

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3/7/06 18:09 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] trolllogicfics.livejournal.com
hee. It always surprise me when I get recced. Glad you liked it!

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3/7/06 09:07 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] ccryder85.livejournal.com
oh, thats awesome. You totally got me with the end. I'm a bit confused, but loving it all the same. So...is there some kinda time loop or something, or is it just some extremely bizarre coincidence that kids names are Dean and Sam? I'm gonna be pondering this all night ;) Great fic.

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3/7/06 18:11 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] trolllogicfics.livejournal.com
Thanks for reading.

Haven't you seen the X-files? There are no such things as coincidences...=)

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3/7/06 11:01 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] kenzimone.livejournal.com
Oh. My. Gosh.

*breathless*

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3/7/06 18:11 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] trolllogicfics.livejournal.com
Aw. Thanks for reading.

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3/7/06 12:29 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] sophisticas.livejournal.com
....... WOW.

I really didn't expect the way in which this fic went, I'm still a little speechless! One of the best, most interesting post-DT fics I've read, well done. :)

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3/7/06 12:54 (UTC)
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Posted by [identity profile] dotfic.livejournal.com
Wow. Just. Wow.

I think my favorite goosebump moment was this:
It’s not the same car as it was a second ago. The sleek black coating was dulled and dented and one of the tail lights is smashed and there’s a deadened glint in the ghost’s eyes. “It’s my car,” he says again, “I died here.”

And I loved the ending.

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3/7/06 18:17 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] trolllogicfics.livejournal.com
(It's always gets to me how I miss my own tense hopping until someone else quotes my stuff back at me... argh) That aside, that was one of my favorite lines as well.

Glad you liked it.

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3/7/06 14:56 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] berne.livejournal.com
This is amazing. Such clever twists and so, so creepy. I'm actually kind of incoherent right now. *bookmarks*

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3/7/06 18:18 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] trolllogicfics.livejournal.com
Thank you so much.

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3/7/06 15:05 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] tabaqui.livejournal.com
Oh, very cool. Very sad and hurty and a little creepy and then - yay!
Nice, nice work.

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3/7/06 18:18 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] trolllogicfics.livejournal.com
Hee. Don't you love things going full circle. Of course this'll get jossed as soon as season 2 rolls around, but it's still fun.

Thanks for reading.

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3/7/06 16:16 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] fredsmith518.livejournal.com
Very clever twist. Really pulled the reader into the story as well. The little hint that the 'ghosts' were familar.

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3/7/06 22:18 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] lady-octavia.livejournal.com
That is so amazing, my brain is still trying to sort everything out! I love it!

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4/7/06 03:44 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] iamstealthyone.livejournal.com
Ooh, creepy and good and me like. I love the idea of Sam and Dean warning Mary so that she could "fix" things in the past. Although ... that would mean that the Sam and Dean we all know and love would have turned out far differently.

Or maybe not ... maybe they still would have wound up hunting. Heck, maybe Mary would have gotten them involved.

So many yummy possibilities stem from this fic. Thanks for a great read!

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4/7/06 21:04 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] trolllogicfics.livejournal.com
I love things that can spur AUs. Maybe that's why my endings always tend to be on the open side...

Thanks for reading!

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4/7/06 18:16 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] sargraf.livejournal.com
This is the kind of fic I wish Kripke would read, because when he talks about the show being so scary and creepy? Ah, no. This was absolutely chilling. There's so much about it takes my breath away and is just incredibly satisfying on so many levels, but I think it's this part that did me in:

And then your eyes snag on a small wooden box. You reach for it, hands shaking and undo the latch. Inside there’s a gun and a hastily scrawled message.

One shot.


My god. I can't tell you. What a hell of a fic. Superb.

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4/7/06 21:11 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] trolllogicfics.livejournal.com
Wow. Thanks so much for the praise. As much as I love supernatural, it only really creeps me out on stormy nights. =)

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4/7/06 20:43 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] clex_monkie89.livejournal.com
He shuffles his feet. “Not our Sammy. The grown up one. The one in the car.”

Right there. Right there I realized what was going on and actually physically flailed.

God. This hurt in just the right way and I love you for writing it.

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4/7/06 21:14 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] trolllogicfics.livejournal.com
Right there, huh? I was wondering when people would figure it out and I was hoping for that 'holy shit' moment. So glad this worked for you.

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4/7/06 23:07 (UTC)
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Posted by [identity profile] rheasilvia.livejournal.com
This is lovely. Starts out slow and then gains speed with a really unexpected twist - and ends up at an intriguing point where they start all over again in a new constellation. I wonder where Mary will go from her with her two sons, her dead husband and the new knowledge of the things that go bump in the night...

Thank you for sharing this story with us. :-)

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5/7/06 16:29 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] trolllogicfics.livejournal.com
Thanks for reading. =)

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6/7/06 00:20 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] fiona-fawkes.livejournal.com
OMG the shivers. That was so good. So very sad, but very good.
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