Started: 22.02.16
Finished: 22.06.27
Words: 6,325
C2C, SPN x Ghost Whisperer
This is the 2nd fic of a semi-connected 3 fic crossover mini series. The first fic of this series is Rainbow Road
“What’d he say?”
Melinda jumped at the sudden voice beside her. She turned to her passenger seat, somewhat calming as she saw it was the ghost. She rolled her eyes and hopped out of her car, “If you didn’t disappear, you could’ve heard.”
“I didn’t mean to,” The ghost appeared on her porch, “I wanted to see him, but I-” the ghost flickered where he stood. His brows furrowed as he looked down to his flickering form, “I don’t understand.”
“It’s alright,” Melinda made her way toward the porch, stopping when she reached the steps. She gave the ghost a once over – now he was appearing clearly, and not covered head to toe in mud, she saw he was no more than sixteen, had dirty blonde hair, and was easily taller than Jim. She couldn’t help the stab her heart felt at his fallen face. “It can take time to learn how to appear.”
“I’m not ready,” The ghost shook his head, bringing scared eyes up from the ground to her face.
“I-I know this must be hard.” She shifted where she stood, taking a small step closer, “I can go back tomorrow. You can come with me, and maybe we can-”
“No!” The ghost’s outburst made her jump. His eyes turned angry, and he took a charged step toward her, “I’m not ready! I’m not-”
Bang!
Melinda screamed and ducked as she heard a gunshot. Staying crouched, she looked around wildly, seeing two men running toward her with shotguns. Oh my God! She hurried up her porch steps, shaking hands trying to unlock her door.
“Hey!”
She got the door unlocked just as they reached her porch. She slid inside the door, slamming it closed behind her, locking it before she ran up her stairs, speed-dialling Jim.
“Hey, Mel, I was just about to call you. Turns out Tom wasn’t actually sick, so I’m-”
“Jim!” Melinda couldn’t help the tears that sprang to her eyes as she booked it into their bedroom, pulling the closet door closed.
“What happened?”
“I-I was…” She sniffed loudly, forcing herself to take a deep breath so she could get the words out, “T-they… they tried to shoot me!”
“I’m ten minutes away.” Even through the phone, she could hear the sound of Jim’s truck speed up, “Get somewhere safe and hide.”
“I-I’m in our closet.” She could hear loud banging floating up the stairs, “I think they’re trying to break in.”
“Okay, good. Stay in the closet and call the police.”
“No!” Melinda swiped with her free hand at the tears running down her face, “D-don’t hang up.”
“Mel-”
“Jim, please.” She lowered her voice as she heard the front door bang open, “Oh my God.”
“Mel? What is it? What happened?”
“You can’t stay here.”
“Oh!” Melinda turned around in the small space, breath quickening as she was nose to nose with the ghost, “What are you talking about?”
“You’re not safe here.” The ghost opened the closet doors, stepping out into the room, “You need to run.”
“Mel?”
Melinda took a cautious step out of the closet, “Run where?”
“No, Mel, stay in the closet. I’m almost there.”
The ghost pointed to the bedroom window. She took a cautious step toward it, slightly lowering the phone from her ear as her eyes drifted to the open bedroom door.
She turned back to the ghost, shaking her head as the sounds of the men stomping through the first floor floated up, “You want me to jump?”
“Better hurry.”
The creak of someone standing on the bottom step was all the incentive Melinda needed. She dropped the phone and rushed to the window, undoing the latch, before pushing it open.
It swung out, cool night air blowing in as her eyes searched the side of the house for something she could climb down on. She suddenly felt stupid for making sure Jim put the ladder back in the garage after he finished cleaning out the gutters yesterday.
She shook her head, turning back to the ghost, “I-I won’t make it.”
“There you are!”
The voice from the doorway made her jump, eyes widening with fright as she spotted a tall man in plaid pointing a shotgun at her. Her chin trembled as she raised her hands, “P-please, don’t-”
Bang!
Another shot rang out, making her duck behind the bed. She did a quick pat down of herself, eyebrows furrowing as she realized she wasn’t hit. She brought her eyes off herself and noticed the ghost had disappeared.
She heard more footsteps, stopping in her doorway, “You get it?”
“Yep.”
“Good. Maybe he’ll stay gone until we figure out where he’s buried.”
Melinda frowned at that, buried? Why would they–
“What about the woman?”
“What about her? We just saved her life.”
“Dean.”
“What? We can never get a thank-you?”
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