Authors note: Hey people; so I want to explain to you guys what I'm planning for this story. It's been a long time since I've updated it, and my writing style has changed since I started writing on this website. I'm finishing this story, but I'm going to finish it in 3 more chapters so after this there will be 2 more. After that, I might write some one-shots that I'll add to this main story post, but otherwise if I don't write more of this story, at least you guys aren't left with a work in progress right? If any of you guys still reading this have any one-shot requests let me know.

Thank you;

~B~

Chapter 7. Disabled but not Unable. Deans Pov.

Sam, being the fucking idiot he is, got himself arrested. When we first got to Jericho we saw a few police men on the main bridge. I wanted to get out and question them, but Sam pointed out that I couldn't fake being an FBI agent while in a chair. Apparently the police realized that he was impersonating a federal agent, and was arrested about twenty minutes after I left to go to the library. He texted me a warning, but I was too pissed at him to look at my phone, hell I was too pissed to drive.

"Did you make a call to the police station?" Sam asks as I answer my phone; too lost in my thoughts to check the caller ID before turning on the Bluetooth.

"Yep; told them there was a robbery at a convenient store on fifth." I answer; pressing the circular knob on my hand controls to make the car go faster.

"Did you find anything while I ARRESTED?" He snaps, and I roll my eyes.

"Take that as payback bitch." He sighs over the phone.

"Look Dean-" I cut him off.

"Yeah you're sorry, whatever." I take a deep, calming, breath. "Are you driving right now?" I asks, hearing familiar background noises on his end.

"Yeah; I hotwired a car." He answers, sounding pleased with himself. I snort. "Where are you?"

"I went and interviewed Welch's husband while you were being held up; said they buried her with the children behind their old house."

"The one in the old papers?" I nod.

"Yep; can you get there soon?"

"Yeah I should be able to get there in te-" Sam's voice is cut off by loud static in my ear. I squint my eyes and see the woman from the bridge materialize on the road in front of me.

"Get there faster Sammy." I say before hanging up on him. I drop my hand control onto my dead leg my car flies closer to the Woman in White; laying on the horn as my car goes right through her. I quickly grab onto my hand controls to slam on the break; but the car goes faster against my will. "Oh fuck…" I groan as I see the ghost appear in the back seat of my car through the rear view mirror; a determined look on her face as my car continues to go forward. I quickly reach into the glove compartment to grab an old iron chain.

"Stop driving my car you fucking bitch!" I yell as I reach my arm backwards; swinging the chain through her. She disappears from the backseat instantly; but still manipulates my car to drive forward. I try to ram my ram my shoulder into the side door to see if I can push it open, but it won't budge. "You are so going down lady!" I yell one final time before grabbing onto my hand controls once more; trying in vain to stop my baby.

About ten minutes my car slows down outside of Constance Welch's old house; stopping about thirty feet away from the front porch. I look to the left to see Sam standing against an unfamiliar car. He takes a few steps forward, but stops in his tracks once he sees Constance materializes beside me. His eyes widen and he runs forward.

"DEAN!" He yells, but before he can get close to us he is thrown back against the car he stole. He tries to move forward, but is held back by some unseen force.

"I just want to go home…" The ghost beside me moans as my seat is thrown into a laying position. She appears on top of me, and stabs her cold, dead, hand into my chest.

"UGH…GOD!"

"DEAN!" I hear Sam yell as razor sharp claws attempt to rip at my chest.

"Just…arg..." I slam the iron chain in my hand through her, forcing her hold off of me just long enough to turn on the car and grab onto the hand controls with shaking hands. "I'm taking you home bitch!" The car jerks to life, and seconds later the car flies through the front of the old, abandoned house.

As the car slams to jerky stop, Constance appears outside of the car; slowly turning around to look at me. Just as she is about to lung towards me she looks down. Seconds later there is an old picture in her hands, and a look of despair flashes on her face. As she look upwards I notice water running down the decrepit stairs behind her. She vanishes, then appears before the base of the staircase; looking upwards with a look of shock and aw. The next thing I know, two children appear in front of her.

"NO!" she screeches at the children lung for her. As the children's hands touch her, the Woman in Whites form shifts from a skeleton to a body covered in flames as melts into the floor; screaming as she vanishes into a puddle of water.

I take a deep breath and fold my upper body over the steering wheel of my baby; the adrenaline pumping through my body causing my hands to shake uncontrollably.

"Dean!" Sam yells on the other side of my door; pounding on the glass to get my attention. I reach towards the door handle and push it open. "Are you ok?" he asks and I nod; taking one more breath before pushing myself away from the wheel.

"Yeah…" I lean back on my hands; not wanting to fall backwards into a lying down position. "Woman in White taken down single handedly by the ever rolling God, Bitch." I say, forcing a look of arrogance onto my face. Sam lets out a relieved breath before giving me an annoyed look.

"Yeah yeah yeah, you showed me that you're still a bad-ass hunter. You didn't need to practically kill yourself to do that though." I give him a shit eating grin.

"Hey that was all part of the plan." He rolls his eyes. "Check my baby Sammy; gotta make sure I didn't hurt her." He chuckles, before giving me a look of concern. "Are you sure you're ok? She didn't hurt you bad enough did she?" I look down at my chest.

"It's just a flesh wound; nothing that a little rubbing alcohol and some bandages won't fix." He nods hesitantly. "I'm fine, just check the car ok?" He continues to look at me before nodding.

"Be one second." He says as he taps the hood of the car before moving towards the front to look for any damage. Once he's preoccupied I let the arrogance slip from my face, and close my eyes as I try to get my heart to slow down.

TBC: